#clary shoes

[inkykeiji]

i’ve said this before but like,,, the plus side of living in a house with seven people??? i always have somebody’s Big Shoes to steal when i have to run outside real quick!!

[emmadarcyextra]

Emma D'Arcy looks badass in whatever they wear. 😍

[bebemoon]

look for the name MEILING (requested by anonymous) | sculptor long sleeveless dress w/ fawn image on back in pale blue, sandy liang mary jane pointe shoes in color ballet nappa, swamparsenal "porcelina of the vast oceans" necklace (handmade of grade a-aaa freshwater pearls and gemstones), essential parfums "divine vanille" eau de parfum (clary sage, cinnamon, black pepper, osmanthus, incense, pomarose, vanilla, tonka, benzoin, cedar, musk, patchouli), christian dior pink and cream leather logo handbag (c. 2ooo's)

[soulofapatrick]

Domesticated - Jace Herondale x Female (Daylighter) Reader

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

Words: 6k

Warnings: injury, bleeding, blood drinking

Y/N’s POV - 

Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Three

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

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

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

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

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

Jace. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Five

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up.” 

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

“Later I will.” 

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[witchlingcirce]

The amount of like genuine burning hatred I see towards Jocelyn Fairchild has always shocked me.

I can understand peoples disdain or dislike towards her, but the absolute lack of empathy that anyone gives her is so astounding to me.

Jocelyn is not a perfect mother, this is so telling in the books but that’s the point. She’s probably in the worst position that a lot of people could be in. Not only is on the literal run from the clave with a baby, she’s also mass psycho murderer’s wife, and she’s on the run from and his last followers too. Notice how as soon as he came back the first thing he did was kidnap her??? I always see people talk about how Jocelyn was willing to marry Valentine, which is true because she loved him but Valentine is legit the worst husband anyone could have asked for. He consistently lies to her, he’s the one who killed her parents, and he also poisoned her WHILE SHE WAS PREGNANT.

I also see so many complaints about the fact that she’s so overbearing over Clary, which I understand because it annoyed me too but so many different people are after Clary, I probably would be over bearing as well! Not to mention how reckless Clary is.

I also see the treatment of Sebastian as her biggest complaint and biggest source of hate as well. Which I find something so interesting because this is also something Jocelyn feels so guilty about as well (she legit cries over the J.C box). Because I think people don’t put themselves in her shoes. Your pregnant for the first time when your around 20-24 (really young), your boyfriend is literally starting an uprising and than you find out that he’s been poisoning YOU AND YOUR BABY with DEMON BLOOD aka the thing you’ve been taught to revere and kill your entire life? I’m not saying what Jocelyn did was okay or that I support child abandonment or neglect, but it’s a horrific situation to be in. Sebastian as a baby didn’t laugh, or cry and I can’t imagine how scary that was to Jocelyn.

And again, I’m not saying Jocelyn is the best mother in the world or that she made the best decisions the world has ever seen! I’m just saying I think there’s a total lack of empathy when it comes to anything revolving around her.

[daily-clace]

“Keeping your clothes on?” he said. “I could promise not to look, but I’d be lying.”

Clary unzipped her gear jacket and threw it at him. He caught it and dropped it onto the pile of his clothes, grinning. He unlooped his belt, dropped it as well. “Pervert,” she said. “Though you get points for being honest about it.”

“I’m seventeen; we’re all perverts,” he said, kicking his shoes off and stepping out of his pants.

City of Heavenly Fire, Cassandra Clare

[lurafita]

Freaky Friday

Freaky Friday body swap. Group fought a insert thing here, and then got body swapped. Simon is in Magnus' body Magnus is in Izzy's body Alec is in Clary's body Jace is in Alec's body Clary is in Simon's body Izzy is in Jace's body Simon keeps doing accidental magic. Magnus thankfully has great balance and can actually walk in Izzy's shoes, though her hair gets in his way a lot. Alec laments about being so short. Jace thinks he is doing good, though Magnus comments more than once to please don't say stupid things while in Alec's body. Clary has fun with Simon's vamp speed, but keeps misjudging distance and crashing into things. Izzy keeps re-enacting how Jace used to flirt when they were teens and starting to go to bars and the like.

[alexanderlightweight]

hope you’re having a good week! idk how to prompt it but basically malec doing this

i’ve got to get back before magnus realizes i’m not in bed!

alec?

ALEC?!

this was hilarious so here we go, i hpe you enjoy. it's in petal verse (in his wake, petals fall)

“Is there a reason you’ve called me out of my husband’s arms at nine o’clock in the morning?” Alec rasps as he appears from around the corner.

Simon startles despite his best efforts because Alec is a nat20 with stealth and then he hesitates, staring in confusion because he is currently, very confused.

Befuddled even, if you’re going for the SAT’s, which Simon no longer needs to worry about ever again.

Alec’s hair is covered in flower petals, even though there are no crowns in sight and it’s clear that he’s slept in earrings and the tight choker around his neck.

Simon isn’t sure what he’s supposed to do with this so he tries to just ignore it. Even if the evidence points to Alec being a Disney princess and sleeping in a bed of flower petals.

“It’s a beautiful day!” Simon laughs and then it dies a horrible, grating, choking death in his throat at the look Alec’s giving him.  Simon imagines it’s what he sounded like when he actually died.

“Simon, would you like to continue existing?” Alec asks him calmly, and it’s the serenity of his composure that’s always the most terrifying for Simon.

“Izzy wants to go for brunch! She said I could get you out here and stall you.” Simon blurts out before he can help it and there is a deep, very tired sigh and then Alec turns and begins to run.

Simon can barely keep up with him, even with vampiric speed and he’s not sure Alec has his speed rune activated right now.

“Alec!” He yells, grateful he doesn’t have to breath at the speed he’s going and he wonders how Alec does it.

“Why, are you following me?” Alec asks and he’s stopped, which is great. Except he’s also stopped with his hand around Simon’s throat, holding him up against the wall which is very much, less great.

“It’s for Izzy!” Simon tries pleadingly and he winces at the glower on Alec’s face and doesn’t even try to struggle when two arrows are pulled out. “Can we, hey Alec can we talk about this first? Alec, wait, Alec where are you going?”

Simon tries not to mourn his brand-new shoes that Alec stabbed his arrows deep into, keeping Simon stuck where he is unless he wants to trip. The two times Simon has tried to bend over and use his vampiric strength, he’s almost fallen on his face instead.

“I have to get back to bed before Magnus realizes I’m gone, Simon.” Alec tells him without any sympathy, “I’m sure Izzy will be able to track you eventually. The next time she tries to rope you into this, refuse, Simon. It’s how you stay alive.” Alec pauses and then gives Simon a blunt onceover, “well, as alive as you can get.”

“Alec!” Simon wails, because he does not want to be stuck here like this. “Alec!”

There is no answer, not even an angry rat scurrying away from his yell and Simon sighs and stares down at where Alec shoves adamas arrows through concrete with his bare hands.

“I guess it’s not the worse outcome.” Simon mutters and wonders if he can figure out how to get his shoes off safely by the time Izzy shows up.

Or, if he calls Clary, if she'll actually pick up.

[damianesco]

x. status -> closed for @dazeddreams x. location -> thrift haven

According to his sisters, thrifting is the new wave of fashion. Or something of the sort. He mostly checks out when they go on and on about fashion, mostly because his attention span simply does not expand as far as theirs, but he does remember something about thrifting and it being ‘the norm’ now.

He’s not very good at fashion. Or shopping. Or most things. Thankfully, he’s not here for himself. He’s here for Clary, his youngest sister, since her birthday and his are so close together they usually exchange gifts on the same day. She’s a lot more into — this than Damian is. It’s become sort of a competition, who can get who the better gift on their birthday. Last year, she’d definitely won, having given him a signed book from his favorite author with a personalized message. This time…well.

Time will tell.

The shop is cozy and not at all his usual vibe; he stands at the entrance like a deer in headlights, having absolutely no idea where to go first. There are clothes and shoes and handbags and all sorts of whimsical items he’s sure Clary would love, but narrowing them down’s probably going to be difficult.

He looks around until he finds someone who looks like they work here, and waves awkwardly. “Hi,” he greets her. “Uhm, I’m shopping for a 23-year-old girl with an odd sense of fashion. Any recommendations?”

[neilandtodd]

Shared Heartstrings

summary

Clary was sitting on the edge of the roof’s railing, her feet swinging and dangling into the air. She looked out towards the skyline with a crease in her brow. Alec took a couple of steps towards her, trying to step louder with his feet so he didn’t startle her. He came up right next to her before she said anything. “Hi Alec,” she said, the hands in her lap suddenly very interesting. “I activated my equilibrium rune. Don’t worry.” “I wasn’t worried. You know your runes better than a lot of us,” Alec replied, taking out his stele and running it over his own equilibrium rune behind his right shoulder. 

Alec was quick to catch Magnus before he left the Institute. The context of their fight was important, and something they would need to talk about eventually, but with everything going on with Jace, he couldn’t handle fighting with Magnus, too. 

He had known, with every fiber of his being, that Jace had died at Lake Lyn. There was only one explanation for his rune disappearing. But actually hearing it from Clary was like losing him all over again. He had felt that familiar sting in his side that he did that night. It was still there, like a rock stuck in his shoe. Whether that was from the trauma of reliving the memory of Jace’s death or something going on with Jace right now, wherever he was, he couldn’t tell.

He couldn’t possibly be mad at Clary for using the wish. If it were Magnus, Izzy, or Max lying dead at his feet, he wouldn’t hesitate. But if it was Jace, Alec would offer that Raziel kill him instead. Being without him, even for only the few hours before his rune reappeared, were the worst moments of his life. He would do anything, anything, to never feel that way again. 

He wasn’t even upset that Clary hadn’t told him, at least not after a few moments to sit with it. Of course, Jace would tell her to keep this a secret. Clary had broken the Clave’s most fundamental law, had used the one wish from the Angel, all to bring Jace back. Jace couldn’t let the Clave execute Clary for something she did to save him. Clary also understood the horrible position this news would put Alec in with the Clave, and would never ask him to keep a secret like that. And it did. This put him in a horrific position, challenging his loyalty to his family and the importance of his job. The decision was simple, however; Alec owed it to Clary to keep a hold on this secret as long as possible. He would let the Clave continue to believe Clary preserved the wish for her safety. 

(Though, if he was honest, he was kind of glad the wish was gone. Its power to destroy anything and everything was too great a power for the Clave to have. Especially when it had almost been used to kill all Downworlders.)

After Magnus left, Alec had instructed all available personnel to watch the scanners for signs of Jace. He had also sent fire messages to those on patrol, asking them to keep an eye out in the field. Isabelle was researching demonic possessions to see if they would give us a clue on how to free Jace from Lilith’s influence. Scanning the Ops center, he didn’t see the flash of red hair he expected to.

He walked over to where Isabelle was pouring through the archives. “Where’s Clary?”

“Not sure. I saw Magnus give her another once over with his magic and then she disappeared after that. Do you want me to find her?” She said, not looking up from the screen.

“No, it’s fine. I have a pretty good idea of where she is,” Alec said.

The roof of the Institute was a popular spot for quiet contemplation, or, for Alec, secluded enough where he could send arrow after arrow exploding into Brooklyn’s skyline. It was also where Shadowhunters always seemed to go when they thought they had done something so irredeemable that only the call of the void could settle their screaming soul. He knew Clary would be there.

Alec wasn’t angry at Clary, nor blamed her, nor hated her, but she didn’t know that. She didn’t believe that. Pushing the bar on the door to the stairs, Alec was right.

Clary was sitting on the edge of the roof’s railing, her feet swinging and dangling into the air. She looked out towards the skyline with a crease in her brow. Alec took a couple of steps towards her, trying to step louder with his feet so he didn’t startle her. He came up right next to her before she said anything.

“Hi Alec,” she said, the hands in her lap suddenly very interesting. “I activated my equilibrium rune. Don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t worried. You know your runes better than a lot of us,” Alec replied, taking out his stele and running it over his own equilibrium rune behind his right shoulder. 

He had placed a lot of his runes under the assumption that Jace would always be there to activate them, thus making them more effective. That was fine; Jace normally was there. Now, his stomach hurt with that thought while trying to reach around blind. He felt the angelic energy imbue his veins with power. The little unconscious adjustments the muscles in his ankles and thighs made to keep himself upright stopped, and he moved with ease as he threw his legs over the railing to match Clary’s position. 

“Well, when you can draw new runes, it’s kind of important to know all the others,” she said, moving the hand that was on the railing closer to her body to accommodate Alec. 

“How are you?” Alec asked, mentally kicking himself. It was a stupid, bland question to ask, but every conversational script he had started with it. He was editing as he went.

“What? You mean sitting on the edge of the Institute’s roof hours after Jace threw me off one?” Clary said, wincing slightly when she moved. 

“Something like that.”

“I thought I’d be afraid of heights or of falling, but I’m mostly just angry. And I’m still sore, even with Magnus’ healing magic,” she said. Her voice had this uncharacteristic cynicism in it, which, while understandable, was extremely disheartening to hear.

“It wasn’t him,” Alec said simply. Clary already knew that, Alec was sure, but a reminder couldn’t hurt.

She inhaled sharply while shaking her head. “Yeah, but it looked like him. It sounded like him. As far as my nervous system is concerned, it was him. Laying on that car, my entire body screaming, I really thought that was it. And I was fine with it. I killed Jace, it was only fair that he killed me, right?” 

This took Alec by surprise. He had never heard Clary talk like this. Misplaced guilt was normally Alec and Jace’s thing, or maybe just a Shadowhunter thing in general. Hearing how little her life mattered to her, if only for a moment, was also uncharacteristic. 

“You killed him? What do you mean?” Alec asked. 

“I should have known Valentine would be there. He’s my father, of course he would have a plan like that. And now Jace is…what he is because of me. Because I’m selfish.”

“You’re not selfish,” Alec started, seeing Clary’s face shift in disbelief. “You’re not. I can’t live without him. I’ve already tried.”

“The only reason you know how that feels is because of me. I’ve caused nothing but trouble since I got here. Maybe my mom was right to keep me away.”

Had it been a few months ago, Alec would have agreed with her—he said as much to her face once. Now, though, hearing her say this actually hurt him. Clary was misattributing the chaos of the last few months to her arrival. It was true that all of them had been through a lot since she arrived, but that wasn’t directly Clary’s fault. It was Valentine’s and now Lilith’s. But more importantly, all of them were better since she arrived. Jace wasn’t living exclusively for the hunt anymore. Izzy had the best friend she had always wanted. Magnus had the girl he watched grow up in his life now. Alec himself likely wouldn’t have had the courage to accept his feelings for Magnus without her open-minded nature. Things were different since she arrived, but they were better. 

“Your mom wasn’t right. We’re Shadowhunters, trouble would have found us with or without you. Jace, too. Danger finds him easily. One of the major drawbacks to being his Parabatai.” Alec gave her a noncommittal shrug. Shadowhunters died young; Jace had always seemed intent on proving it. Alec had accepted that a long time ago.

“Why do it?” Clary asked. Alec gave her a puzzled look. “If being a Shadowhunter is so dangerous, why choose to tie yourself that close to someone?”

Finding a Parabatai was actually a rare thing for Shadowhunters; something easy to forget when Alec’s own father used to have one before the Uprising. Parabatai were a tough concept for people to grasp, even for those raised as Shadowhunters from birth. It made sense why Clary would be confused.

Alec, like always, saw fit to answer with a story. “It’s based on the biblical tale of Johnathan and David, two warriors whose souls were knit together by heaven. They loved each other as their own souls. The first Parabatai, Johnathan Shadowhunter and his companion David, took this idea and made the ritual. It made them stronger, much stronger than Raziel’s blood in their veins alone. Their bond was broken after David became the first Silent Brother, a pain so keenly felt by Johnathan that his screams were reportedly heard over miles.” Alec paused, the sharp pain in his hip making him wince. “We do it because it makes us better. Because finding someone whose soul is knit with yours is magic in itself.”

“Why did you do it?” Clary interjected.

“He makes me whole,” Alec said simply.

“What was it like? When he died, I mean,” Clary asked.

“Do you remember that blizzard that hit the city a few years ago?” A freak weather event that had turned out to be entirely mundane. She nodded. “After the excruciating pain of his actual death passed, it was like I was in the middle of that blizzard. The snow swirling in every direction, causing the landscape to look completely white. I was so unbelievably lost. Not being able to feel him anymore was even worse. A part of me was gone. Jace took it when he went. I have never felt that empty.”

He had thought about following Jace to wherever Nephlim went when they died in battle. If Magnus and Izzy hadn’t been there, he probably would have. Other people needed him and he vowed to be there for them in that moment, even if it meant living as a hollowed out version of himself.

“Alec, I am so unbelievably sorry. For not protecting him. For not noticing that something was wrong until it was too late. For not telling you about the wish. For causing you to know what losing a Parabatai feels like. For everything since I got here. I’m so sorry,” Clary said, eyes shining.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I meant what I said. I would have done this same thing,” Alec said.

Clary didn’t respond, nodding and looking out towards the skyline instead. He saw a few tears escape the corner of her eyes that she hastily wiped away with the back of her hand. 

Glancing down at Clary’s hands in her lap, Alec saw her picking at the skin on her thumb. Without giving himself time to overthink it, he grabbed her hand and wrapped it in both of his. He stroked the side of her thumb with his. She was receptive to the gesture despite her thinking herself undeserving of it, Alec knew. Alec’s mind began to wander.

He didn’t know what to think of Clary when she had first arrived. His feelings towards her were so intertwined with his feelings for Jace that once he had let go of those, he wasn’t left with much to work with. She was a girl who wasn’t Izzy—he didn’t have a script for that. Things got even more complicated after he killed Jocelyn. 

(Or, after the demon killed her, as everyone kept telling him.)

Clary was inhumanly forgiving towards Alec. It had made him feel guilty to the point of nausea. A part of him was relieved when Iris Rouse’s spell made him hallucinate Clary being furious with him. He needed that. He needed Clary to call him a monster. He needed someone to tell him it was his fault. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness. Then the ruse was revealed and Alec felt even worse, if that was somehow possible. Again, Clary expressed her forgiveness, absolving him of blame. It made him want to tear at his chest like he, the demon, tore at Jocelyn’s, but it also helped him form some conceptualization of how he felt about her. She was kind, genuine, compassionate, unboundedly forgiving, and generous. He began seeing her as an ally and a friend; the sting of his guilt around Jocelyn lessened through her grace. It was still there, and likely always would be, but it was easier to manage every time Clary looked at him with a light in her green eyes instead of contempt.

Their relationship was like that for a while. They had each other’s backs. The script changed when Clary told him about the wish—about what she did for Jace. He realized Clary was the only other person in the world who understood the lengths he would go to for Jace, because she would go to them too; she did go to them. His family was the most important thing in Alec’s life, and Clary protected his family. She was family now, too. That was the only thing she could be to Alec after what she did. She was his little sister with the same ties that made Jace his brother; by something much stronger than blood.

The new realization hadn’t hit him until he was looking down at their hands, his eclipsing hers. The scene looked identical to his memories of doing the same with Izzy. He was a big brother before he was little else. 

Alec lost track of how long they sat like this while he was lost in thought, but it was apparently long enough for Clary to grow uncomfortable because she yanked her hand out of Alec’s grasp and swung her legs around to start pacing the roof with her hands on her hips, agitation clearly building.

“Yell at me,” she blurted, turning towards him as Alec got up. Her expression was tense.

“What?” Alec asked. He approached her slowly, like she was a bomb that needed defusing. 

“Scream at me. Tell me it’s my fault.” Her hands curled into fists at her sides as her chest heaved.

Alec knew what she was after—he had once sought the same thing from her. “I can’t, Clary.”

“Please. Please,” she begged.

Alec hated seeing her like this, but he couldn’t give in. Her forgiveness set him free; now he had a chance to do the same for her. She was beginning to collapse in on herself, her guilt and grief threatening to overwhelm.

Alec placed his hands on each of her shoulders gently, dipping his head down to meet her eyes. “It’s not your fault.”

She started beating against his chest, trying to push him off of her, but there was no energy in it. “Alec!” She shouted, trying to make him listen.

“It is not your fault,” he said, emphasizing each word.

With one final punch, she collapsed into his arms. Alec adjusted his arms to wrap around her shoulders. He rested his chin on top of her head while she grabbed onto him like a life-saving device, sobbing into his chest.

“Alec…” she muttered between hitched breaths.

“It’s okay. Just breathe,” he said comfortingly. “I know what you’re asking me, and that’s why I can’t do it. You forgave me once. Let me do the same for you. Let me be your big brother.”

She didn’t say anything for a few minutes; her sobs likely made it too hard to speak even if she wanted to. When her breathing had returned to a near normal speed, she started shifting in Alec’s hold, clearly uncomfortable. Alec let her go somewhat reluctantly. It was obvious from the pained look still on her face that she needed the comfort.

“You don’t need to do this,” she said after a while.

“Do what?” 

“Lie to me. I know we’re friendlier now than when we first met, but you don’t have to pretend that I belong here.”

This legitimately hurt Alec to hear. Alec knew he had been unfairly cold towards Clary initially, but he hadn’t known Clary thought he still felt that way. Their interactions with each other had defrosted lately and Alec thought that would’ve been enough for Clary to know he felt different now, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Even worse, Clary’s belief that she didn’t belong was Alec’s fault. He said that to her once. Jace had been missing, of course, and it was easier to blame Clary than blame himself. He wasn’t proud of it, especially because he never actually apologized. Jace came back, and they moved on—or, at least Alec thought they did.

He looked at Clary then, really looked at her. There were dark purple bags under her eyes that weren’t there a few weeks ago. Her hair was tangled from the earlier wind. He looked for any remaining marks from her counter with the Owl but there were none. His attention was drawn instead to the Iratze on her neck—the first mark she ever received. Drawn to save her life when she encountered her first demon without a single mark. The one drawn by the very person who caused its most recent use.

He saw in her eyes a defeatedness that he couldn’t recall ever seeing, and it tore at his heart.

“Clary,” Alec started, closing his eyes for a beat. “I’m so sorry for the way I treated you when we first met. There was a lot I needed to work through and I took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that.” He meant what he had said to Magnus; he really was working on his apologies. He just hoped he was a little better at them by now.

 Clary shrugged. “It’s okay. I could tell you were hurting.”

“I didn’t know how to love somebody outside of my family until Magnus showed me how. Something that never would have happened if not for you. Everyone I love loves you and considers you family. It’s about time I do, too,” Alec said. 

“You mean that?” Clary asked in a small voice.

“Of course I do. I’m sure after today.”

“Today?” She asked, tilting her head.

“You understand how far I would go to protect Jace. You’ve lived it. The rest of our family would do anything for him, too, but they don’t feel it the way you and I do. My instinct to protect him is as strong as my instinct to breathe. You understand that. No one else ever has,” Alec said.

Clary exhaled in a kind of laugh. “You know what Jace said to me after I made the wish?” Alec shook his head. “He said ‘you could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.’”

“You didn’t want anything else in the world,” Alec finished for her.

Raziel could have given Clary anything. World peace, the end of hunger and thirst—even her mother. But she didn’t. She asked for Jace. Anyone else would have judged Clary for that, even hated her, but Alec didn’t. Alec couldn’t. He understood what she must have felt that night, better than anyone else ever could. 

“You know, I never realized you’re the only other person who knows how it feels to love Jace like this. In the way that feels…”

“All consuming?” Alec finished again. Being tied to Jace felt like it could engulf him if he wasn’t careful. Like Jace was a star always moments away from supernova and Alec was a planet tied to his orbit.

They stared at each other for a moment. In all the jumbled mess that were his feelings for Clary, he never realized how similar they actually were; both exceedingly stubborn, protective and maybe even a bit excessively self-flagellating.

“I really do mean it, Clary. If you’ll have me, I’d love to be the big brother you deserve,” Alec said once their staring contest seemed to end.

After a few moments, Clary opened her mouth a few times, trying to collect her thoughts. “I think I—” Her breath hitched as she swallowed the lump in her throat. “I think I really need that.”

Alec’s own throat started to pang sympathetically. He met her eyes for silent permission before wrapping her in another tight hug. Clary’s family wasn’t like Alec’s; both of her parents and her brother were gone. Her father and brother were irredeemable monsters, and her mother died before they ever really had a chance to reconcile Jocelyn’s decision to hide Clary from the Shadow World. All she had left were the people she chose to let in, a circle that had gotten progressively smaller lately. He was beyond grateful to be granted this kind of trust.

“Then you’ll have it. You’ll have me.” And it really was that simple.

Alec tightened his hold and placed his chin on her head again. Clary sighed wearily as her body relaxed.

“We’re going to fix him, Clary.”

“We have to.”

There was an unspoken implication in her words, but Alec knew it. Neither of them had any other choice. They had to save Jace, or that was it; there was nothing else. Alec felt better knowing neither he nor Clary had to do it alone. As long as they did this together, Jace would come home safe.

[ace7librarian]

This is Naftali Herman Grosz. He was born in Buj, Hungary in 1897. He fought in world war 1, thinking it would be the last. He was the Husband of Sara, and the father of Evie, my great grandpa Yehuda, and Clary. He was a merchant, and had 4 shoes and leather stores managed by Sara. His daughter Clary died when she was just a baby. He lived in Tótkomlós, and he was an important figure in the town council. He was religious, and wanted to get to Israel someday, but he was well off and busy with business. He sent his children to Jewish schools, and he wasn't too close to them. Before the war, he went bankrupt (since people won't pay their tab to a Jew), and one day a man broke into his house and threatened to kill him if he doesn't leave the town. He took the threat seriously, and the family moved to Budapest. They lived in a small apartment and Naftali tried regaining some of his money as a textiles merchant. They were close to the hassidic Jews in their area, and the children were part of Bnei Akiva. When the war started, he still wanted his children to have Jewish education, but the Melamed he hired was very openly Jewish, and one day he just didn't show up. They later learned that he was murdered in a concentration camp. Yehuda offered the family move to Buj, and Naftali used his status as a war vet to get on the train (where Jews were not allowed). The people in Buj were suspicious of them, so they moved back to Budapest, each family member in a different cart to blend in. After they came back to Budapest, Naftali was sent to a camp. His group was sent to the Hungary Austria border, and they all got Typhus. It's unclear if he died from the disease, or if the Nazis burn the shack they all lived in while they were inside.

יהי זכרו ברוך.

[inkykeiji]

one of the best things about living with five men is that there’s always a pair of massive shoes for me to steal when i have to run outside for a moment (∩∀｀*)

[allinestarr]

Competitive Part 4

Sorry it took long to post, but here it is! - Alline 

Alec Lightwood x Fem reader

Before you could slam the door in his face he stopped it with his foot.

“Please just hear me out for 2 minutes. I promise I won't bother you again.” he pleaded.

With a sigh you opened the door and walked to your dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Taking the fact you left the door open he took that as an ok. You walked to the bathroom and quickly got dressed carefully not to agitate your wound. Even though you activated your healing rune you still had to be careful not to reopen your wound or you’d have to stitch it up. When you walked out he was leaning against the closed door to your room.

“ What do you want?.” you asked.

“ Well.. I want to apologize for yelling at you. Its been a pretty stressful night and I was really worried about Izzy. I thought she was going to die tonight and there was nothing I could do to help her. I get it you had a vendetta but you can't blame me for being mad, you were reckless. You acted on impulse and it almost got the both of you killed. ”

Unbelievable, did he just come here to lecture you more or apologize?. He never even once asked how you were. And what a hypocrite thing to say being as he would do the same thing if he were in your shoes. While lost in thought you hadn't realised the wound on your back had opened from fidgeting around and some blood seeped through your t-shirt.

“ You’re bleeding. let me take a look, ill stitch it up for you.” he said as he walked closer to you.

“ No, I got it. Plus you’re 2 minutes are up.” you said as you walked to your front door and held it open for him to leave. He sighed and walked out but not before turning around to say something. This time before he could say anything you closed the door in his face. You don't know what you were more mad at, him being right or the lack of empathy he had for you. The last 24 hrs have been a lot to take in so you decided to just stitch yourself up and sleep until you couldn't anymore. Unfortunetly that wasn't long for you because its like you had a built in alarm clock and you were up at 6 am in the training room on your 4th punching bag after annihilating the last 3.

Everyone was concerned about you, besides Alec. He just chalked it up to another one of your dramatic outbursts for attention. Your actions warranted attention from the clave and even though you did a favor by killing the demon, you did it with no authorization and endangered the lives of Izzy and yourself. It would have gotten anyone else banned and stripped of their runes but since you eliminated a huge threat and were still an asset, you were just suspended from field work for a month. Throughout your suspension you avoided your friends and when you spoke to them there was barley any words exchanged. It caused a rift between you and Izzy. She knew you were in pain and couldn’t do anything about it. You spent your weekends going to the bar and drinking alone and sometimes you found yourself starring out into the city from the rooftop of Raphael’s compound in Brooklyn till the sun came up. No one knew how you felt or the nightmares you had. It all ended the same, you would die and so would Izzy and everyone close to you. The only person you confided with your feelings was your friend Sookie. She couldn’t take your pain away but she could numb it for you. She gave you an elixir that would numb your feelings so you couldn’t feel anything. You took it everyday and eventually you no dreams at all.  

After the suspension you were allowed to go on missions with Izzy and the team. Alec of course opposed this but didn’t say anything.

“ Do you notice how weird y/n’s been?”, Clary asked Jace.

“ Yea. She’s been acting really strange. Like she’s devoid of any emotion. It’s like when your talking to her she’s not really there. She’s hasn’t been nagging Alec like she usually did and has been so one worded with Izzy. And now with this whole valentine thing, she’s so focused on finding him and killing him.” He sighed.

“ Do you think something else happened in that warehouse with that demon?. Did it poison her or put her under its influence?.”

“ I don’t know. I think once the demon is dead any influence it has ceases but it may be worth asking Magnus about. Maybe he knows.” 

“ You’re right. Should we tell Izzy about this or should we just do this on our own?” She asked.

“ Yea, I don’t want to keep anything from her. She’s my family and so is y/n. We have to find out what’s going on and help her cause I think things might get worse.”

Jace and Clary found Izzy and Alec in the institute and explained they're concerns and plan. So with a plan in place they visited Magnus. He explained that the only way to find out would be to dig into y/n’s mind and it would be painful.

“ Great, how are we suppose to convince y/n to willingly let Magnus do that when you can’t even talk to her!” Izzy screamed.

“ Well there is one way, but I don’t think she would like it.” Magnus said.

After Magnus explained his plan of ambushing y/n in a fake mission knocking her out and teleporting them to his home everyone reluctantly agreed. Alec remained neutral and only agreed for his sisters sake. Magnus awaited a text with there location while everyone else returned to the institute to find y/n. 

It wasn't hard to find her cause she was always in the same place now a days, in the training room. 

“Hey y/n, we have a lead on a possible location valentine might be at. Shower and change, we will meet you outside.” Jace said. 

y/n nodded and headed back to her room. She took a quick shower and got dressed making sure to strap her favorite bow to her back and daggers to her thighs. She met them in the front of the institute and they made there way to chinatown. When they walked through an alley y/n started to think something weird was going on. Clary kept looking at y/n and back at Jace every 5 minutes and Alec was walking in the back instead of the usual front since he led the team. When you reached the end of the ally you saw it was a dead end with no doors leading nowhere. You looked up and saw a fire escape and like they sensed what you were about to do they started to lunge towards you. You were quick which has always been one of you’re advantages and you dodged all of them and quickly grabbed an arrow to shot the lock on the latter to the fire escape but Alec shot his arrow at yours before it reached it. How could these people who you considered family do this to you?. At this point it was survival of the fittest so you stated fighting back. You easily knocked Jace and Clary down and then Alec thanks to your new skills you learned training. Then it was just you and Izzy. 

“y/n, we don't want to hurt you. We want to help you. You are my Parabatai and I know there's something wrong. We just want to make you better.” she pleaded. 

“ Better?.Theres nothing wrong with me. I have never been better than I am now. Old y/n is gone and this me now. Accept it or get out of my way.”  you snarled. 

She looked down contemplating before looking at her bracelet with a hurt look. Like as if you saw it in slow motion she grabbed her bracelet extending the whip to its full length and whipped it towards you but before it could wrap around your neck you grabbed it and pull it toward you knocking her to the ground. She quickly got up and lunged at you and you fought back. Suddenly Alec is up and fighting you as well. You kept the upper hand most of the fight. You knocked Alec against the wall and lunged on top of Izzy holding her down. 

P.O.V Alec 

He watched as you straddled his sister holding her down choking her. It was like you had the strength of 10 men. He had to think of something quick and  something did and he knew he would regret it later.

 Back to present 

Alec watched on as y/n choked Izzy and he ran, grabbed her and... kissed her. She froze immediately and looked at him in confusion. In that moment Jace hit her over the head and she collapsed. Instead of feeling the ground bellow her, she felt a pair of arms hold her up. Everyone took a second to catch there breath before Izzy looked at Alec and said, 

“ I knew it. it was bound to happen.” she smiled. 

He looked at her, rolled his eyes and said, 

“ This does not mean anything. I had to distract her and that's the only thing I could think of. Now if you’re done, text Magnus. We have work to do.” 

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Women throughout history!!

do you know that :

_Queen Vanden ordered the imprisonment of her personal barber for 3 years so that no one would know that her hair had turned gray.

_ Queen Victoria ordered the streets of the English city of Copenhagen to be sprayed with cologne to celebrate her and Prince Albert’s visit to her in 1845.

_ The Virgin Queen, Queen Elizabeth I, Queen of Britain, sat on the throne when she was a virgin at the age of twenty-five. She remained queen for 45 years, during which she gave all her love to her country. She was even averse to marriage, and she always said... that I would rather beg without marriage than To be a married queen

_ Anne of Berlin, wife of King Henry VIII, used to wear gloves constantly in summer and winter in order to hide a sixth finger on her hand.

_ Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, would eat a piece of cantaloupe seasoned with garlic when she wanted to stimulate her appetite.

- If Catherine the Great wanted to make herself happy, she would order her feet to be tickled...and she would drink five cups of coffee for her breakfast.

_ Mary Theresa, Empress of Austria, was one of the happiest mothers, as she was the mother of sixteen boys and girls, including two emperors and three queens.

_ Lulia Paulina, wife of Caesar Caligula, was wearing dresses whose price was no less than $200,000, in addition to a pearl necklace that was worth $3,500,000.

_ Enzi Castor, wife of Piedra I, Queen of Portugal, was assassinated by an individual. When her husband became king, he took her body out of the grave, installed her on the throne, and told his people that she was the Queen of Portugal. She became the first queen to rule her people after her death.

Queen Margaret of Austria, wife of Philip III, refused to receive a gift given to her by the owners of silk stockings, and she severely rebuked them for their gift. Their anger and loneliness disappeared after they learned that the Queen of Spain hated her thin legs.

_ Wilhelmina Maria, Princess of Orange Denassau, later became Queen of the Netherlands, and when she abdicated the throne in 1948, her wealth was estimated at 500,000,000.

_ When Cleopatra ascended to the throne of Egypt after the death of her father, Ptolemy M .

_ Moche Thean was a maid in the imperial palace in China, and after a while she became the Empress of China after killing her sister, brother, mother, and the emperor.

Empress Eugenie, wife of Napoleon III: She did not wear shoes, no matter how expensive they were, more than once.

_ Elizabeth, Queen of Austria, would not sleep until she had wrapped her waist with a handkerchief soaked in water, because she believed that this handkerchief would keep her waist slim and fit.

The Tsarina of Russia once sentenced one of the princes who conspired against her to become like a chicken, so she brought a cage and put it inside a group of eggs and forced him to enter the cage, sit on top of the eggs, and shout like a chicken.

_ Christian Erharden, Queen of Poland, remained queen for thirty years, from 1697 - 1727, even though she never set foot in Poland.

_ Daisy Clary, the daughter of a Marseille merchant, was engaged to three soldiers, each of whom later became king: the first soldier, Napoleon Bonaparte, and the second, Joseph Bernadotte, but she married Bernadotte, who assumed the throne of Sweden.

_ German Duchess Marie August was receiving her official guests while sitting in the bathtub.

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As I said in the end of my last piece of grumbling and groaning, the one great thing about this chapter—and one of the few good things in the whole book—is Clary finally getting in tune with her Shadowhunter senses and her training coming to fruition. And as I said also in the end of said piece of grumbling and groaning, everything else in this chapter is horrible and, frankly, gross.

We left the last chapter with a cliffhanger of demons attacking the Team Evil, so a not-so-enticing-as-per-usual battle ensues.

At this point Clary has studied and trained enough that she doesn’t need to justify her knowledge of Elapid demons from seeing an illustration sometime and somewhere. It also takes away from the urgency of the fight. Similarly to Clary fighting the Ravener in City of Bones.

The writing constantly tells and reminds the readers of how it is Jace who trained her. Alec does that too on his end (City of Glass, for instance), so leave this part out. I’m sure Clary has practiced enough by now so she can just throw it without constantly bringing Jace into this.

They kill the demons, Clary is a badass warrior now, and they secure the chunk of adamas. Well done, folks!

Cut to Simon and Isabelle arriving to Magnus’ living room.

So many characters in this book “pad” somewhere.

→ “He padded off to the kitchen” (Magnus) → “He padded off toward the kitchen” (Magnus, again leaving for the kitchen after skidding into the living room) → “padding back into the bedroom” (Clary) → “as he padded past her, barefoot, and down…” (Sebastian) → “He kicked his shoes off by to door and padded as quietly as he could…” (Alec)

They are ready to answer Azazel and summon him back. Jordan and Maia are also present.

What were the rules demon activity again? They can infiltrate the Earth through the cracks in the wards. Also most likely a nod to Magnus’ father being a Greater Demon, but did it say anywhere that the Greater Demons can only be summoned? That otherwise they cannot enter the Earth? Why though?

(Leviathan did not fit for his size but the rest are pretty much human-shaped. The new incarnation of Belial just appears on his own accord. And Azazel could not fully appear since he is physically trapped to a rock in some dimension.)

Magnus warns Jordan from stepping into the pentagram: Summon a demon and trap it in a pentagram, and it can’t get out to harm you. But step into the pentagram, and you’ve put yourself in the demon’s range of power —” And basically few paragraphs later:

→ It’s good that Simon can recognize that it’s Isabelle’s voice out of all the men, her, and Maia. Unlike Clary.

Simon has stepped into the pentagram while trying to catch Chairman Meow, and we are reminded of what was basically said on a previous page. No need. No thanks. We remember and understand the gravity of the situation without this.

→ …even Magnus looked unsettled. [paragraph division] There was a tap on Simon’s shoulder.

Azazel takes the opportunity to grab Simon.

If all is avenged sevenfold, Azazel didn’t really try or intend to do anything to Simon since all that happened was him being thrown backwards. Nice subtlety, since the writing generally is completely incapable of it.

→ Clary also makes belated realizations in the beginning of the chapter with the Elapid demons. How about use other words or phrasing.

Azazel then gets scared of the Mark of Cain on Simon and leaves on his own accord. Cut to Team Evil. Jace is helping Clary heal and clean up after the fight with the Elapid demons.

Which begs the question: Can Shadowhunters use mundane pharmaceuticals? Do they have any effect if the Shadowhunter is runed (obviously Clary wasn’t before)?

Hoped you liked it as much as fighting together with your parabatai, someone that was actually supposed to be of use in battles.

They clean up, Clary gets new clothes and the team Evil leaves to celebrate the seizing of the adamas.

Cut to Team Good who are considering summoning an angel, you know, for change. Magnus tells Simon about the prophetic dream of blood and destruction and blah while others are cleaning up the mess left by the summoning of Azazel.

I don’t think this point is recognized enough. But Simon just keeps being happy to sacrifice it all to Clary no questions asked.

The Team Evil arrives at the place of their celebration, Kosti Lustr or The Bone Chandelier.

And thank goodness you explained it all.

→ Clary shivered. Easy is the descent into Hell.

That’s all you need.

And we jump back with the Team Good because why not constantly change to point of view. Simon and Isabelle discuss the summoning of Raziel.

Which makes Simon the best of them all and consistent with his character that has had the ability to see the greater picture when needed. Mostly it’s about Clary and sacrificing for Clary, but as I said, when needed. He is also the only one who can do it and not die, so there’s that.

→ Also why Jace is the paragon of bravery here? As if there was a question of Simon otherwise being a coward.

I like the quote from ASoIAF: “Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?' 'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.”

It is what it is, sis. This is the result of Jace and Clary’s lies and secrecy and now other people have to pay for it. None of this would’ve happened if Clary and Jace were honest in the first place, but they never go far enough to note that. Clary and Jace are protected from anger, contempt, and enmity people might feel because they are now in this situation because of them, basically.

Not that Sebastian wouldn’t raise hell anyway, but Jace wouldn’t have been susceptible to Lilith in the first place, Lilith wouldn't have been able to lure Jace and so Simon in to raise Sebastian back to life, and then Jace wouldn't have been gone as a puppet to Sebastian—then Clary with them—if there wasn’t this huge secret they were keeping. Especially when the writing never justified the secret anyway. These characters don’t need to hate Jace or Clary, but they also don’t feel anything human or negative towards them because of their decisions.

Back to the bone party.

It’s all so performative.

No. Just no. We’re not doing any more of these “only Jace” things. Even if it’s through Clary’s eyes, because it implies that eeeveryone else in this whole existence looks like a fucking moron. And that is rude and a lie. And makes Clary's character all the more unlikable.

Unintentionally hilarious image of Clary just spinning around. What Clare is worse at that writing fighting scenes is writing people dancing. This actually makes me almost appreciate the fighting scenes.

The spine…

Angel girl is no more acceptable than angel boy.

What about names mothers choose? Are the faeries also patriarchal bastards for no reason?

So Sebastian has a secret meeting with Meliorn while Clary and Jace are going at it again. Clary then has a bad trip and sees scary things and faints because that is just the perfect way to end this terrible chapter.

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clarie lookbook #1

1: dress | shoes

2: top | pants | shoes

3 dress | shoes

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