despazito

[professionalfanatic]

It's been two hundred years since Magnus Bane lost his husband. Two hundred years since he'd lost the love of his life, Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

Magnus stood, looking out at the starry lights of the busy New York City. The streets were brimming with life, and the sounds were deafening as always. The horns of the cars, the screeches of the brakes, the low hum of people talking, they were all just the same as they had been two hundred years ago.

Strange how everything had changed and remained unchanged at the same time.

Magnus cradled his half filled wine glass lovingly. Once upon a time he would have done that to Alec's face, and would have pressed a kiss to his forehead. But now Alec was gone.

He looked down at the letter on the table. He wanted to read it, and throw it away, both at the same time. Magnus closed his eyes, feeling the familiar prickling behind his eyes. He bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood.

Did he have the courage to read the last letter Alec had left him?

Before Alec had died, he'd given Magnus a huge bundle of letters. He'd been on his deathbed at the time, the Brothers having declared that there was nothing they could do to save Alec's life. Alec had smiled at Magnus, and had told him to open the second drawer of his bedside cabinet. Once Magnus had discovered the letters there, Alec had whispered that he hoped the letters to help. And then he had closed his beautiful blue eyes forever, leaving Magnus with a bundle of letters and a lifetime of wonderful memories.

He'd gone, leaving Magnus to grieve for eternity.

Magnus's throat burned, and he inhaled sharply. Alec's death still hurt like a sword stabbed through his heart.

He'd read the first letter, the one with the simple sentence on the envelope saying when you miss me.

He had been missing Alec so much that he had been almost suffocating with the pain. His heart had been aching, as if someone was twisting the invisible knife in his chest. He was almost gasping for breath and he wanted nothing more than to die, to end this numbing pain.

And then he'd read Alec's letter.

" My dear,

My own Magnus, " it had read, "This letter is for you when you miss me. Miss me dreadfully.

Your heart must be wrenching with pain, and it must be difficult for you to breathe. The pain must be intense, and you'd surely be wanting to die, and just end everything. That's what I felt when Jace died.

But, Magnus, I haven't left you. I'm still here, I'm still here with you. And do you know how you could see me? Close your eyes, Magnus, and whisper my name. You'll see me then. Because you see, I didn’t leave you. I'm still alive, in your heart, and in all the memories we made together. "

At the end of the letter Magnus had sobbed his heart out, clutching the letter so hard that it had ripped in half. His heart felt as if it had splintered into a million smithereens.

But he had felt a little better. The ache of not seeing Alec would never go away, but it had lessened. Enough for him to go on living at least.

And the letters had helped. Alec had written one for every occasion.

He'd written one for when Magnus is so angry he wanted to burn the world down. A letter filled with the soothing love which always made Magnus calm down. Magnus thought he heard Alec's soft voice when he read it, easing his boiling anger, just how a lullaby would comfort a toddler.

Alec had written one for when he is so sad that he couldn’t function. When he fell into a black hole and couldn’t find his way out at all. Alec's letter cheered him just the way Alec had always did. How he always reminded him that there were always good things in this world.

And there was another letter. A letter full of reassurance when Magnus depreciated himself, hated everything about his existence. Hated his demon eyes, hated his magic, and felt that no one could ever love a filthy Downworlder like him. Alec swept those misgivings away with his loving and caring letter, just like he'd done when he had been alive.

Another one for the time he'd first smiled after Alec's death. He'd seeked comfort in Alec's letter after feeling unbelievably guilty for enjoying something without Alec. For being happy without his Alec. Being happy after the man he loved died. Alec's letter filled with joy and laughter lighted up Magnus's bleak life.

And so the letters had gone on.

Magnus had read them over the past two centuries, reminding himself again and again as to why he'd fallen in love with the blue eyed Shadowhunter.

But when he'd woken up that morning, he had closed his eyes, and had tried to imagine his Alec, he hadn't been able to. He still lived in his heart, but the image wasn't clear. It was hazy, a sort of warm feeling you keep close to your heart. You remember the gist, but the fine details have faded.

Magnus remembered how Alec had laughed when he was with Jace and Isabelle, but he couldn’t clearly recall how deep his laugh was. He knew Alec smelled wonderful, but what he exactly smelled like, he couldn’t bring to memory. He knew he loved the way Alec kissed him, but he couldn’t remember exactly how Alec did so. Whether he leaned in first, or stroked a thumb across his cheek first. He knew Alec tasted sweet, but like what, he didn’t remember.

And he knew Alec had the bluest eyes possible, bluer than the ocean, than the sky, and even more than his magic, but Magnus couldn’t remember the exact shade.

He had sat on his bed, shocked and shaken to the core, scared that if he would forget these details, small ones, yes, but the ones which made Alec, well, Alec, he'd forget something else. Something important. And, this hurt him more than anything, that Alec would finally fade into a distant memory, a warm and welcome one he'd think only on his hard days.

And Alec, his dear sweet Alec, he knew that this would happen eventually. So he'd left a letter, his very last letter addressed with a simple when you forget the exact shade of my eyes.

Magnus had never really believed that he'd forget Alec's eyes. Their exact colour and shape. He had believed himself to have a better memory, that he'd remember those gems which had attracted him to Alec in the first place. But he'd forgotten. It had taken him two hundred years, but yes. He'd forgotten.

Taking a deep breathe, Magnus took the letter with shaking hands. He ran a light finger over the cursive writing on the envelope, reliving the way Alec looped his ys with a sad smile. He tore open the envelope and pulled the letter out, a much bigger one than the others, and began to read it.

Magnus had expected it to be a letter with sad reproachings. But he was wrong, of course he was wrong. How could he have thought that his Alec would ever even think of hurting him?

Alec's letter was filled with joy, happiness and warmth, just like him. Magnus felt his lips tugging into a teary smile seeing the pictures Alec had enclosed in his letter. The first one they'd taken together as a couple. Alec was clutching Magnus's hand with a determined smile, a glint in those blue eyes of his, challenging anyone who'd dare say anything against him. Magnus had been incredibly proud of Alec, his boyfriend for standing up against all the prejudices of the Nephilium.

The next picture was the one they'd taken in India. The one where Magnus had worn a saree. Alec had laughed so hard that tears had escaped from his eyes. He had looked at Magnus, his blue eyes crinkled and his mouth open in a little gasp. He had looked absolutely stunning, and for the first time in centuries Magnus had felt his heart skip a beat. And that had been the moment he had realised that there was no going back. He'd fallen for this man so hard that he hadn't realised it until he hit rock bottom.

Magnus choked back a sob when he looked at the picture of them cuddling Max together. Alec was holding him close to his chest, caring for their most precious treasure. Max was smiling up at Alec, waving his tiny blue arms. Alec's eyes were filled with the warmth and wonder at seeing Max, their Max, their baby smile at him.

And then all that was left was the last picture. With trembling hands Magnus picked it up and stared at it.

It was a picture of their wedding.

Underneath it, Alec had written one small sentence.

The happiest day of my life.

Magnus stared at it until he couldn’t see clearly,  making him realise that tears were flowing from his eyes.

Alec.

His husband Alec.

Magnus remembered how nervous Alec had been when he'd proposed to him. He had twisted and turned his hands so much that Magnus had been afraid of him actually breaking a bone. He'd bitten his lip, drawing blood, and had let out a series of shaky breaths.

But when he'd finally pushed the question forward, Magnus had searched Alec's eyes, and those blue orbs had shone with nothing but certainty and conviction.

It had taken Magnus less than a second to say yes.

And the wedding, Magnus looked at the picture, looking at how handsome Alec was, wearing a black tuxedo with gold and blue lining. Gold to symbolise Nephilium, and blue for Magnus's warlock lineage.

The wedding of the century, they'd called it. The union of a Nephilium and a Downworlder, of an Angel and Demon, but above all, the union of two souls who loved each other with all their hearts.

As a tear slipped down his cheek, Magnus read the last part of Alec's letter.

And one day, again, you'll fall for someone else. Love someone with that beautiful heart of yours. And that should happen, Magnus. For you're an extraordinary man, and it has always been my greatest privilege and joy to love and to be loved by a man like you. The best gift Raziel ever bestowed on me.

And when you fall for someone else, love another, give them your entire heart. Fall in love again, and again, and never close of your heart.

Don't fear betraying me, love, and never think our story will be forgotten. It shall forever be written in the stars, and most importantly your heart.

I'm happy to have been part of your life, Magnus.

Tear drops decorated the letter when Magnus finished reading. Drawing a trembling breathe in, he collected all the letters Alec had ever left him, and cuddled them to his chest, pretending that it was Alec he was holding close to him. And in a way, he was. Alec had poured his entire soul into those letter.

Of course their story would forever be remembered. Even when Alec faded into a distant memory, a warm yet unreachable one, he'd live forever in Magnus's heart.

After all, how could he forget the man who taught him to love again?

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My first ever fanfic! Wrote this when I was obsessed with Malec. Just some thoughts of Magnus after Alec's death. :)

[alexanderlightweight]

I'll confess, I did read your previous prompt but it had slipped my mind and I was not thinking of it specifically when I wrote mine. I just really like hair lore and long hair and fancy hairdos and can never get enough fics with those. So if you want to extend the previous verse or if you've got a slightly different idea and want to write that instead, I will be entirely happy either way Thanks for picking mine! I'm all excited now ~~ \(^o^)/ ~~

haha you're good. i just was trying to figure out if it was a continuation or not but here we go! new hair lore from a different verse lol

i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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“And what will you need for this ritual?” Alec asks, barely looking up from where he’s bent over a screen. Because if he sees Fray with braids other than training ones, he’s going to throw something — probably her — and he wants to finish this conversation.

There is silence and Alec looks up, frown on his face because he isn’t sure why they’re stalling or why they have yet to introduce whoever they’ve brought with them.

“This is, uh Alec this is Magnus Bane.” Fray says and Alec’s eye twitches, ready to rip out the braids currently in her hair and the small little demon bone charm in it.

“Yes, I know the High Warlock of Brooklyn.” Alec allows, nodding casually to Magnus who is watching him with far more interest than he did when Alec was seven and trying to stalk him out of the Institute.  It’s been years since he’s last seen him and Magnus is only more handsome, more beautiful and Alec reminds himself that business has to come before pleasure.

“It’s a sacrifice.” Magnus allows, “nephilim hair is steeped in their grace and the price to pay for nephilim memories must of course, come from a nephilim.”

“Alright.” Alec says and when Jace gives him a surprised but pleased look he adds, “Fray, you’ll supply as much as needed.  If there is more needed, you can request volunteers though no one is obligated to help you.”

“Alec—”

“Surely you weren’t expecting me to volunteer?” Alec asks casually as he stares Jace down. “If you and Izzy and interested in volunteering then of course I’ll allow it. If mother asks, I’ll make sure she understands it was a sacrifice for a…” his bottom lip curs into a sneer despite himself, “comrade of yours.” 

Magnus Bane is staring at him curiously, eyes incredibly intent and Alec is trying so hard not to let it affect him, even when it makes him want to stand straighter and turn, to show off the charms on his braid.

“Seriously? It’s just hair! These are my memories.” Fray tries to explain and Alec sighs, because his hair is more important to him than a stranger’s memories and he turns to Magnus.

“What are the specifics?”

“I’m not actually sure—” Magnus tells him and he seems completely at ease with the admittance. “Jocelyn Fairchild didn’t care about how they were protected, only that the memories would be nearly impossible to get.”

“My mother—”

“Shut up.” Alec says at the same time Magnus snaps his fingers and Clary goes surprisingly silent and then her face twists in outrage.  Alec snorts and ignores her, giving Jace a look that just dares him to interfere.

“A price will need to be paid to summon the demon, let alone find out what the cost will be.”

Alec sighs and looks at Clary with a frown and draws a small, ritual knife from his sleeve.  “Take off until just above the charm, that should be enough to figure out what the actual price is.” He holds it out, handle first to Clary and she crosses her arms and snorts.

“You cut your hair!” Clary spits out, the spell finally gone, “you’re the leader, aren’t you! So cut your own damn hair, Alec.” She tosses her red tangle of braids, “you’re a guy. You don’t even need long hair.”

Alec blinks and then he moves.  Clary is on the ground a moment later and he pins her there with his foot on her shoulder blades, one hand in the garish mess of braids.

“Do you want your memories back?” He asks calmly and Jace and Izzy are still, their faces pale from the moment Clary demanded he cut his hair.  The moment Clary garbles out a yes, Alec ignores anything else she adds and he cuts. 

There is a tiny chime, like a gong being shattered and Clary shudders as what little has grown of her angelic power is sheared away.  This is meant to be a sacrifice; it always is when a shadowhunter cuts their hair and Alec feels no sympathy.  The tiny demon bone charms disintegrates and he scoffs as he tosses the bundle to Magnus.

“The charm broke, it didn’t consider any of her demon kills to be valid.” Alec says mockingly, because Jace and Izzy insisted that Clary counted as bloodied even though Alec was sure it didn’t.  The charm dissolving without the connection to Clary’s core makes it clear that she’s not as strong or as capable as they keep pretending.

Clary sobs on the ground, looking up at him in horror and Alec shrugs.

He’s given Clary Fray every opportunity to learn and ask questions.

“You don’t get to pick and choose what parts of our culture you like.” Alec tells her and Magnus hums in agreement as he steps up close and the look, he’s given Alec is so hard to turn away from, but he does. “You want to be a part of our world, then you pay the prices like everyone else and you don’t get to ask others to sacrifice parts of themselves for your own vendetta.”

“Get her to the infirmary.” He tells Jace, “she’ll be fine in twenty minutes with a little adrenaline. Tell them to give her one of the weaker IV cocktails for nephilim children, she won’t be able to handle the amount an actual shadowhunter can handle.” He turns to Magnus then and swallows, “would you like to discuss the array and look over the wards in the rooms we have in our ritual rooms?”

“That would be perfect, thank you Alexander.” Magnus murmurs and he steps up next to Alec and smiles, something daring in his gaze. “Lead the way?”

[khaleesiofalicante]

Omg I was going through my notes I saved from you and I found this and I couldn’t stop laughing! It’s seriously the best!

I know I already asked you to read one out loud and this probably makes me selfish but I want you to read this one too! ����🥰😘

If not it’s fine! Good memory makes me chuckle!! 🤭 😂❤️

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Rafael!” Magnus screamed as he broke into the apartment, almost stepping on poor Chairman who was waiting for him by the door. “Rafael!”

“What happened?” Rafael, who was seated at the dining table, a highlight between his teeth, asked patiently.

Magnus put down his bag with a thud. “You will never believe what happened.”

“Uncle Raph finally followed you back on Instagram,” Rafael guessed.

“Why would you remind me of that?” Magnus pouted. “But no. This even better.”

“Oh?” the boy raised an eyebrow.

Magnus exhaled deeply and twirled around. “Alec kissed me.”

“What?” Rafael squealed. “He did?”

“Yes!” Magnus squealed too. “Can you believe it? I’ve been sending that idiot signals for months now!”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” Rafael started to hyperventilate. “I have been waiting for this day forever.”

“Me too!” Magnus sighed dramatically. “Oh, Rafe. It still feels like a dream.”

“You have to tell me everything!” the boy ordered, pushing his books away. “No. Draw me a picture.”

“I’m not drawing you a picture!” Magnus replied incredulously. “But I can recreate it. I remember every second.”

Rafael squealed again. “Okay. Okay. Hold on. How did he kiss you? Did he hold your face or your waist?”

“Well, first he held my face and his hands just drifted off and grabbed my hips,” Magnus giggled.

"That's the best way!" Rafael groaned.

"His fingers slipped through my hair at one point," Magnus confessed with a dreamy sigh. "I felt like I was in heaven."

“Did he press his forehead against yours when you were done kissing?” Rafael whispered.

“He did!” Magnus all but sobbed. “Then he kissed me again.”

Rafael screamed into a cushion. “I can’t.”

“I think I’ve been ruined,” Magnus sighed dramatically.

“I’m going to make a Pinterest board for the wedding!” Rafael screamed and ran into his room.

“Rafael!” Magnus laughed.

But he didn’t exactly stop the other boy.

Just in case.

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“So, you know that guy from my office?” Alec asked as he got from work and settled down on the couch. “The one I have a crush on?”

Max, who was sprawled on the floor with his feet up, playing video games, hummed. “The shiny dude?”

“Yep,” Alec confirmed. “I kissed him.”

“Nice,” Max whistled, not looking away from the screen. “You kiss him on the mouth?”

“Where the fuck else would I kiss him?”

“You’ve been kissing his ass so far,” Max noted.

“Fuck you," Alec replied. "It’s a nice ass.”

Max turned around. “You grab it when you kiss it?”

“Of course,” Alec nodded solemnly.

“Nice,” Max winked and went back to his game. “Pizza for dinner?”

“Works for me.”

-- I couldn't get this out of my head lmao. Inspired by this iconic Friends scene of course.

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[carelessflower]

top 10 atrocious shtv plotline

let me preface by saying i do not hate shadowhunters. it camp demon fighting hot people in leather with not enough lighting and candles as regular guest stars. this list is my personal opinion, a little something something rage filled silly little rants of my favorite show and its clown moment. picture this as the inner monologue of the lead in an indie romcom who speaks in metaphors and has a letterbox account. so sit back, grab your set and stele because you will need so much iratze for your sanity.

content warning: this rant will touch upon topics such as mental health, addiction, attempted suicide and incest.

10. magnus lost his magic

magnus is magnificent in everything, so that is why this plotline disappointed me. it has so much potential and they end up doing the bare minimum. there's no way magnus fricking bane has no one to rely on when he lost his magic besides alec. no fricking way. we should have gotten magnus to work out alec's deal with asmodeus by himself. i'm also of the opinion that magnus should be the one to figure out a way to get his magic back (there are lots of good fics exploring this, i recommend you check it out) it end up in this position cause overall it a good and interesting premise and magnus outsmarting his father and using his portal (something that magnus invented) to defeat him is a good conclusion

9. heidi took over dumort and planned to dominate the shadoworld

i mean this happened in the book, but it was given way way more screen time than necessary in the show. please dont tell me a newly born vampire is suddenly a master manipulator and leader and makes every vampire bend to her will. you're trying to be serious not comedy shtv. and how about we give all of heidi screen time to flesh out clary and magnus plotline in S3B more?? or idk, give the lightwood trio A PLOTLINE this season besides being the supporting partner

8. jordan redemption arc

he's an abuser. he's an abuser. HE IS AN ABUSER. we don't need him sobbing and crying and then ‘dying’ in front of maia. i loathe how for a second i thought they gonna make maia go back together with jordan again. the only good thing come out of it is maia getting somewhat closure, and i used that term loosely

7. the owl

jace spent S3A being mind controlled by lilith, struggling, begging to be killed, being mind control again, then free. he doesn't have a single moment after all that bullshit to process because oh we need the plot to move along and another fresh trauma has arrived at the jace station. and oh remember the soul sword thing??? when there's an attempt to write the payoff of jace unintentionally killing a bunch of people? i dont know about you but the show writers sure do not. the rules and influence of lilith over jace is so confusing it is ridiculously hilarious

6. alec and jace's parabatai bond

i've already done a recap of all the wonderful moments of jace parabatai career so i will keep this really simple. picture the parabatai bond as group final assessment. alec is pulling all-nighter, groupchat urging to finish tasks on time, one on one meetings with professor for feedback, two hours finalizing and fixing the final product. jace is "why do i have to do so much" and submitting work late two hours that don't pass the plagiarize check

5. team evil (evil clary + S3B jonathan)

i would like to remind you she turns fully evil in episode 18 and is cured of it in episode 20. they build this evil plotline up through clary burning her hand, snapping at simon once and losing it at aline (who btw i believe is justified in her rage how many people sebastian/jonathan/ginger incest bread have killed) clary turning evil means she now will sexily whisper her line, wear tighter/revealing dress and stare at people with smoldering eyes. because of course, evil female characters are like that. i also need writers for that clace scene in the club when jace's on seelie drug to answer for their crime against my sanity

jonathan S3B is bad. and not even the fun kind. when you compare this character to the one in S2B, he got clear on every possible aspect i almost shed a tear. he, like evil clary, has so much potential. but the way the writing goes makes him just hilariously pathetic. yes i am in fact referring to him yelling 'YOU WILL NEVER LOVE ME' at clary and then flying away in his devil cosplay

4. merlion getting taken to the silent brothers

alec is shit for blindly following the clave's order, jace betrays his parabatai and along with izzy and clary conducts a stupid plan that can create an all-out war and involves two of the downworlder leaders in all that. also, magnus steal alec stele aka the acting head stele…because bad decision is infectious in this episode. considering how serious they’re trying to make the political aspect of the show to be, the fact that this exists. literally insane. this whole plotline is to highlight how clary is the hero who stands up for justice and morals and all of that when she the one contributing the least. she just stands around lets everyone do stuff for her and they're trying to convince us she's the hero. then she and jace fuck off to another dimension after roping people into their mess because that is what a good hero does.

that screencap. she said that surrounding by downworlders. her kendall jenner pepsi world peace era

3. alec's mental health

alec try to jump off that balcony and the only person they show having any concern over it is magnus in the next episode. oh no no, not even in that lightwood family talk in the same episode of the balcony thing, with you know, his mom and his parabatai, not a word. and the only one who says anything related to it is clary of all people. im convinced the whole alec killing off jocelyn is for alec to feel guilty and then ease him into a friendship with clary because this is no way to handle this type of story there is no way. and it is not like they say oh well, here's the end of this. because they include shots of alec pinching his hands at that hospital scene. what was the reason? has alec not had enough on his plate already? friendly reminder, iris's spell at that party caused people to project their insecurities and everyone was fighting each other. and who does alec blame? who does he fight? who he thinks is worthless of living and no one will miss? himself. do they drop this storyline faster than clace romance? yes!

2. clace

ah, instant love that makes no sense because we are supposed to believe it is the way it is. the writers keep telling us there is nothing compared to their love but doesn't show us SHIT when it comes to that. don't believe me? oh, okay, the number of dates that they have before crusty lord of the lifetime valentine morgenshit breaks the fake sibling news is that time when jace stands and watches clary get encanto and tough inappropriately by a vampire and their rendezvous with fake dad. then in S2A they mostly interact when clary is in trouble and needs jace help. clary dates the first person she knows already has feeling for her, jace goes around very around. they don't bond or try to talk or interact besides jace constantly looking sulkily at clary and simon. then 2x14 it all reveals she loves jace she desires jace no one for her but jace. and i totally forgot jace's confession via the soul sword about loving clary, not the way you would love a sister and all that. their first date as an again couple is 3x02…the love confession is ridiculous because he's saying all these things despite us literally never seeing that on screen. they bonk when clary still links with her psychopath brother, that whole scene alone should pay for my therapy. we kept being told they are in love, but we are never shown that. hey, maybe some advice. slapping romantic music over a scene will not make the scene romantic, you actually need to write it too. this relationship goes nowhere because itself and the two characters inside it doesn't change. it's always clary wants something so jace push everyone and everything under the solar system out of the way to give it to her. this wouldn't be a problem if, yk, it is only in the first season and they have character development. but let me remind you S3B they summon lilith back to earth despite magnus losing his magic to help defeat her (didn't make it to this list but a very strong honorary mention) with the worst possible plan. relying on a guy simon knew for less than the time clary and jace spent thinking through their plan. it like you are asking for him to betray you

aldetree izzy raphael and yinfen 

one of the only major plotlines izzy has. and it's this. because of course this addict seeks a provider then both fall in love and the provider becomes addict again is super duper appropriate to happen to these two. two of the poc characters who are prominent in the show. one of the few female characters. of course very splendid decisions right there. and at the end of the series izzy gets together with someone who can make her relapse again. all because this storyline that could have been cut off and replaced with something more decent. but nope! sexily blood drinking time!

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[outofangband]

My schedule got changed at the last moment so I got up at five for no reason and started the wrong shift. Anyways I sat in the office and did some Tengwar

I absolutely love this quote, it’s one of my favorite scenes in the entire book. There’s this line in the Magnus archives “it feels good to believe there are people in this world who can stare down the Devil without flinching” and it reminds me of this, as well as of course Húrin staring down Morgoth and Morwen scaring Brodda off by looking at him

I also find this scene fascinating because I’ve done a lot of work tracking how it changes throughout Tolkien’s drafts. It was originally Morwen who confronted Glaurung, or, Mavwin as she was called then. She rebukes Glaurung calling Túrin a coward, seems to predict his death by him, before offering herself in Niënor’s place with an almost chilling calm conviction. Ive written a lot about this scene so I won’t go too much here but yeah

Anyways I don’t begrudge that this scene was given to Niënor, it’s simultaneously so powerful and then so deeply sad and horrifying. But I do find the earlier versions interesting too!

Just a fun fact, the images Túrin sees from Glaurung of Morwen and Niënor being tortured are the last time he ever sees Morwen in any way.

Here’s Tengwar of Morwen’s lines in the earlier version. I did not space this properly at all

Foul beast, cease thy evil sayings, said Mavwin, slayer of my son, revile not the dead, lest thine own bane come upon thee

O most accursed lo! I fear thee not. Take me an thou wilt to thy torments and thy bondage for of a truth I desired thy death but suffer only Niënor my daughter to go back to the dwellings of men for she came higher constrained by me and knowing not the purpose of our journey

[flowerbritts]

So, I'm going to be the one that makes the post on Payneland and parallels to other couples/relationships, aren't I?

Sigh...I guess here we go. Spoilers, obviously. So if you haven't watched Dead Boy Detectives, go watch it and return to this post!

Believe it or not, there is more than one relationship to which I can compare the Edwin/Charles dynamic.

These couples include Destiel (Supernatural), Malec (Shadowhunters), and Solangelo (PJO).

So let's start with the Charles parallels.

We are introduced in Episodes 3 & 4 to the fact that Charles went through some serious physical abuse. His father had high expectations for him, and when he didn't match those expectations, he took his anger out on Charles. This gives reason as to why Charles's anger comes out in the form of protection because he was never protected from that abuse, and he doesn't want anyone else to experience the same type of hurt he did.

Not only does this remind me of Dean Winchester, but of Magnus Bane. Both were raised by men who were quite angry and abusive in their own ways. Yet these characters are known for their care and love of other people. Dean's entire job is saving people, Magnus' job is helping people with his magic abilities, and we already know Charles's job of helping ghosts solve their mysteries to cross over. All these characters wish to be better (while holding themselves to very high standards) and care more for everyone else than themselves.

So where do the Edwin parallels come into these pairings?

When Edwin was alive, we see that he was a loner, often ridiculed and ostracized by his peers for being a 'Mary Anne'. This puts us into the discussion of how and why it takes a cat king and a crow to help him figure out his sexuality; he merely doesn't realize his feelings because they were never needed during both his time alive and in hell. I'm going to assume that he didn't keep up with politics and popular culture once he got out, so he really was just unaware of what society became, and that's why Niko had to tell him.

This very much fits my comparison to Castiel, his brethren looking down on him because he had 'too much heart'; he began to care more heavily once he was introduced to Dean, but everyone believed he 'came off the line with a crack in his chassis'. I've always thought this was heavily queer-coded. Edwin and Castiel have the similarities of being adorably clueless when it comes to human modern-day communication and needing help in navigating relationships. The comparison I'll make to Alec is that he was also raised in quite a hostile environment. He was forgotten, and looked at as a second choice to his brother Jace before Magnus took notice of him. Alec is another character who goes through a self-discovery journey in which he's adamant that he doesn't need a relationship or feelings to do what needs to be done; he rather be all work.

Now let's get to Solangelo parallels.

Edwin and Nico are both placed out of time, stuck in places for decades until the world has changed around them so drastically they don't recognize it anymore. They both go to Hell/Tartarus and have to find their own ways out. They are both ultimately kind even though they have been hurt by the world, again ostracized and seen as outsiders. They do what must be done to save that which they care about most and, ultimately, torture themselves over their feelings.

Charles and Will are the blinding light that leads their respective partner out of the darkness in more ways than one. They make the choice to stick around their person even though Edwin/Nico thinks they are better off on their own, but Charles/Will pushes to stay with them, not out of duty but because they want to. They try to get their partners out of their comfort zone and remind them to not take everything so seriously all the time.

Now the Hell parallels. One partner always goes to Hell, and the other follows; it does not always perfectly align but stay with me.

Dean goes to Hell, and Castiel fetches him and brings him back to Earth, but Castiel is the one who is more changed by the experience. "When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost." This could also parallel Edwin and Charles meeting for the first time. Castiel and Charles both choose to stay with the person who changed/was kind to them.

Again, the parallels don't perfectly align with Malec but Edwin goes to hell, as Magnus goes to Edom, albeit Magnus goes willingly, he can’t escape. Charles follows, as does Alec. And neither leave without their other half.

Same with Solangelo, Nico goes into Tartarus, and Will follows because he isn't going to let Nico experience it by himself for a second time.

My point to this post is that these are common tropes that go along the lines of 'Do not go where I can not follow'. Both people in the relationship are so devoted to each other that they are broken when they are apart and are willing to go to the ends of the earth to get them back.

If there are any other parallels/things I missed, please add to this post!

[dreaming-marchling]

Whatever you feel comfortable answering from 2, 3, 5, 10, 14, or 19? 👀

Anything that you’d like to write but feel like you’re unable to?

I tend to gravitate towards writing for tropes that I don't love but have one specific version of that I really want to play with so I write it, like my dislike of time travel still got me Across the Lonely Decades or my ambivalence towards soulmates/soulmarks got me Four Centuries and also Nineteen Years and the Marked in Trust series. So I'm generally willing to play with tropes I don't die for in pursuit of the right plot. That said, while I can absolutely scrounge together enough abo tropes to make a plot that would be fun to write I overall don't think I have it in me to do it. No judgement, I've read great abo fics, I just don't think I could manage to write one myself.

How would you describe your writing style?

Slightly bare-bones but also very in depth, lol

What’s a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

Hmm... I couldn't think of anything for this for a bit but then I realized that I haven't tagged any Malec fics or my Marked in Trust series with age difference even though Magnus is hundreds of years older than Alec and Dom is six years older than Brian and even briefly had custody of him. It's relevant to both relationships but I don't think it's enough of a thing to merit tagging it.

Top three favourite fic tropes.

Hurt/Comfort (duh), Protective!Character, Found Family

Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.

The year was 1964 and Magnus Bane was not a mess.

Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

“If you didn’t hit them you wouldn’t get wet.” Alec reminded the cat for what felt like the hundredth time.

The Chairman didn’t listen. He did not care about that argument. He cared about this water ignoring his glare.

Alec heard footsteps at the door and then a sigh.

“Again, Chairman? We talked about this.”

Laughing broke his concentration but he couldn’t help it. “Everything okay?”  He asked, meaning the fire message.

“Oh yes,” Magnus replied as his worked his way through floating balls of water to get back to Alec. “Boring warlock business.”

“Are you also having to ask people to stop having sex in the middle of a communal room?” Alec asked as a joke because he very much doubted it.

Thank you!!

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Calla’s “everyone should feel like there’s something more” to Blue when she says she does feel that way actually reminds me of a Magnus Bane quote where he tells Clary that everyone thinks there’s something special about them

[earthtolottie]

Title: Out Of This World Fandom: Shadowhunters Pairing: Malec (Alec Lightwood & Magnus Bane) Summary: When Alec Lightwood began dating Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, he should have known there would be a few surprises along the way but he never thought one of those surprises would come in the form of a Halloween Costume. Word Count: 1,238

Prompt: "You have got to be kidding me."

The front door of the apartment had barely clicked shut before Magnus appeared from the kitchen and started to usher an exhausted Alec towards the bedroom, ignoring the string of grumbled protests about how he's just got home, as they went.

Magnus had been waiting all afternoon for Alec to get home and he wasn't about to let his tiredness ruin his plans for the evening.

"I know you're tired but if I were you, Darling, I would active that stunning Stamina Rune of yours because we have a long night ahead of us and I'm not just talking about the party..." Magnus explains as he throws a wink over his shoulder.

It takes a second for his weary mind to catch up to Magnus's meaning and when it does, Alec could feel his cheeks start to burn. A fact that doesn't go unnoticed by the Warlock as he gently squeezes Alec's hand as they carry on down the hallway. Alec was about to open his mouth to respond when his mind zeroed in on one part of Magnus's statement.

"Party? What are you...?" Alec starts to ask but he quickly lets out a groan. "Oh no, that party, I forgot you had planned it for tonight. Magnus, do you really need me to..."

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood, let me stop you right there. You are not going to wriggle your way out of this invitation! I have been reminding you about this party for weeks and I even reminded you last night not to push yourself too hard today so that you would be refreshed and ready to go." Magnus interrupts, his hands resting on his hips as he stops in front of the bedroom door.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry but..."

"Alexander, I don't want to hear any excuses. I love that you work so hard, really I do, but tonight is going to be a big night and all I ask is that you take off your Head of the Institute hat for a few hours and relax with some drinks and perhaps even share a dance or two with your beloved boyfriend who has been working his own hands to the bone to make tonight extra special. Besides, you haven't even seen what I've bought you yet!" Magnus states, clapping his hands before turning to open the bedroom door.

Alec knows that no amount of words is going to make Magnus change his mind so he quietly resigns and follows Magnus inside the bedroom and over to their bed. As tempting as the soft pillows and sheets looked, Alec forced himself to stay standing a couple of steps behind Magnus who was rummaging through a bag before tipping the contents out onto the silk sheets.

From where he was standing, Alec could see clearly what was in the bag and he was not impressed.

"You have got to be kidding me," Alec mutters as he stares incredulously down at the contents. "Please tell me you're joking?"

While Alec's expression is set with a look of horror, Magnus's is full with delight as he sweeps his fingers over his purchases.

"My dear, you must know me well enough by now to know that I never joke when it comes down to shopping! It's one of my favourite past times after yourself, drinking fine beverages and magic, of course!"

"Magnus..."

Alec closes his mouth again, he thinks for a second before shaking his head, not knowing how to best phrase what he's really thinking. In all honesty, he's still trying to process the fact that Magnus wanted to throw a Halloween Party in the first place.

Why would you even want to? Don't you think we deal with enough monsters during the year without having to dedicate a whole evening to them? He had asked, his question falling on deaf ears as Magnus started to summon the appropriate items from bright orange garlands to expertly carved Jack-O-Lanterns.

Even Chairman Meow had seemed interested in the new decorations.

"Well, you better get a move on, we leave in fifteen minutes!" Magnus grins.

With a sigh, Alec hesitantly reaches out and picks up one of the costumes.

He gives it a quick glance before draping the material over his arm and reluctantly heads into the bathroom to get changed.

As he starts to get ready, Alec shakes his head again.

Out of all the costumes Magnus could have picked, he had to choose the one that Alec knew he would look ridiculous in but as he picks up tonight's choice of clothing, his mind thinks back to what Simon had told him when he had originally voiced his concerns upon receiving his own invitation; No one is going to care how ridiculous you look, Alec, it's a Halloween Party in the middle of New York City! People dress a lot crazier in public for the other 364 days of the year!

Alec knew that Simon was right, that he had a valid point but still... he hates this stupid holiday.

Placing the finishing touches to his outfit and after checking himself in the mirror for the hundredth time, Alec decided that he was not going to like the costume anymore than he currently did. Alec takes a second to suck in a breath to calm his nerves before opening the door and stepping back out into the bedroom, his hands clenched at his sides to stop himself from tugging at the headband that's protruding springs were currently bouncing little makeshift planets above his head.

"Wow..." Magnus breathed as he spotted Alec in the doorway. "Alexander, you look..."

"Ridiculous?" Alec supplies and he can feel his cheeks start to flush under Magnus's gaze as he looks down at his feet.

"Not at all. I don't know why you were so reluctant to put the costume on; I guarantee you'll be the hottest alien at the party!"

"I still don't..." Alec starts but he's cut off as Magnus's lips meet his own.

Alec knows what Magnus is doing and he should be annoyed from his brief glance that Magnus's own costume was a thousand times more normal than his own but as he deepens the kiss, he can't help but think of what's to come after the party.

He thinks of Magnus's hands freeing his body from the constricting material.

He thinks of Magnus's lips trailing kisses all the way down his body.

He thinks... well, he doesn't get a chance to continue his line of thought as Magnus is pulling back from the kiss, a smirk dancing across his lips as he steps back and round a stunned and breathless Alec, playfully smacking his ass as he passes and says over his shoulder, "Don't forget to pick up the sunglasses on your way out!"

Alec's mouth opens and closes a few times before he's able to force his legs to follow Magnus.

As he fumbles for the accessory in question, Alec can't help but let out a low chuckle as he catches sight of himself in Magnus's full-length mirror as he passes. Out of all the costumes Magnus could have chosen, he just had to make Alec a sunglasses, leather boots wearing, Alien Shadowhunter...

Honestly, the costume could have been a lot worse.

As they start to head out, Alec can't help but agree with Magnus's earlier sentiment - he really does make a pretty hot alien.

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All I Could Bring Myself to Want is You pt 1

Maryse Lightwood never made it to Magnus' door. A different series of events see Magnus sealing the rift without anyone knowing it was him and spending a long year in Edom instead. He returns to find the Shadow World of New York functioning in surprising harmony under the New York Institute and its head, Isabelle Lightwood. 

AKA The Malec fic that grabbed me by the throat and dragged me into writing for this fandom in the first place.

Warnings for Angst, rune abuse, parental death, and general emotional unwellness

Also Magnus is mention, briefly, being with a shadowhunter who is not Alec.

Find it Here on A03

Magnus heaved in a breath, staring up at the rift that roiled under his magic in the red sky. He could feel the pull on his magic but with the pulse of Edom under him now, he knew he could feed it indefinitely. Once, the feeling of power coursing through him might have brought him some modicum of joy or fascination, but now it was just another layer for him to work through.

He strode purposefully toward his father’s- his-castle. What he would do when he got there was beyond him but moving forward helped keep the past day from overwhelming him. The acrid taste of sorrow clung in his throat still, the echo of his father’s demands and cutting words.

  I’ll never leave you, not like that Nephilim with his worthless affection. He was a fool to walk away from someone as strong as you. We can deal with him and then, my son, we can return to gain power from Edom.

Magnus hadn’t wanted that. He was hurt, but there was still something under it all that felt wrong. Alexander had felt wrong. More though, his father’s reminder he would never leave, the pressing knowledge that no matter how many times he banished him Asmodeus would never let him go. He’d swallowed that realization and used it to fuel him through casting his father into Limbo.

It shouldn’t have hurt him the way it did. He was too aware that he was about to have a great deal of time to consider his many hurts. The castle loomed over him and he sighed heavily as he entered, not exploring yet, simply drifting to the chair he’d last seen his father in.

He fell into it without his usual grace and blinked hard. His magic buzzed under his skin, comforting and yet…

  Alexander.

Magnus hoped he was safe. He remembered the cold fear when he followed the pull of Edom’s power and it carried him to the shore of Lake Lyn. His hands shook and he’d cried aloud when he’d realized the awful tear in the sky above was unleashing hell, literally, on the Glass City. The darkened demon towers and the distant sounds of battle told him enough. He knew that the Lightwoods would be there, probably Biscuit too. He’d stood frozen, torn between portalling to assist them and…

Well, he’d made his choice. He could feel the weight of it in the eb and flow around him, in the crackling overhead as demons tested the edges of the bandaged rift.

“Now I just have to...live with it.” He said to the empty room. He wondered if he could.

-

  “I need a...break.”

  “...that spark….gone.”

  “I can’t.”

-

He should burn those memories now. Magnus couldn’t bring himself to try. The memories, no matter how they tormented him, were the closest comfort he could have here.

Magnus lost track of time, the endless red light and his own churning mind keeping him still in his seat, despair pressing breath from his lungs. No one around to perform for, to pull himself together and help. Just himself and thousands of demons swirling in the air that would happily let him destroy himself.

-

  “I’ve never felt fear like that…”

  “What are you scared of?”

  “I can’t live without you.”

  “I need a break...from us.”

  “I can’t.”

-

The repeat of his heartbreak is disrupted, finally, by Lilith. He vaguely remembered her coming once before, cajoling a way through the rift. He thought he blasted her away. He hardly knew.

This time she had power cloaking her, she’d come to make a demand of him.

“Mr. Bane. I trust you’ve had some time to reconsider?”

“There’s nothing for me to reconsider. Your word means nothing to me and I can not trust you to leave the people I care for out of whatever chaos you mean to create.”

Lilith’s smile was nothing short of vicious, “I had hoped you would be a more...intelligent ruler than your father.” She walked slowly around his chair, “I must admit that I am somewhat glad,” her voice rose into a growl, “that you  aren’t.”

She threw her power at him and he met it in a red haze as he stood. It had occurred to him that it would be easy enough to let her do it, let her end Magnus Bane right here. Overhead his reason for living glowed a more vibrant blue as a demon burned itself out against his magic.

Lilith broke off, stumbling away. Magnus allowed it, watching her with flames curling around his wrists.

“Mr. Bane, you’ve already said you don’t trust my word, but trust my nature. I can take your revenge. I can find those who discarded you when you were at your lowest. After all Alec Lightwood saw fit to cast you aside, he left you to stumble and fail without anything to rely on and without a home. Let me through and I will take care of him, if you want I will send him here, to you. Without your magic, your usefulness, he and his kind let you sacrifice everything and in all this time haven’t even tried to find you.” Her eyes flared black as she spoke and the tang of her hateful magic tinged the air.

For a moment Magnus could see what she painted, Alexander on his knees here, his hazel eyes wide even as Magnus’ own magic wound tight around him. He would know the pain that had lived and thrived in Magnus’ chest, he would-

“No.”

Magnus couldn’t stomach the images Lilith spun for him. He had only seen fear, real fear, in Alexander’s eyes a handful of times and never of him, even trying to picture it was  wrong.  

“They must’ve been glad when you vanished with the rift. Shadowhunters, no matter what they tell you, are never going to be able to really love  us. Not demon’s, not demon blooded, not anyone or anything that doesn’t have holier-than-thou blood. They cannot love that.” Lilith’s tone was sympathetic, her features pulled into an imitation of kindness.

  “I’ve never felt fear like that...Magnus...I love you.”

“What would you know? You don’t understand love. If you did, you’d understand your mistake.”

His voice was even but the roar of his magic in his blood rose as she let the façade go, sneering at him.

“You’re too weak to control this plane. Too weak to stop me!”

She had no chance as the flurry of his anger and his aching heart consumed her, even as she moved to attack him. Her screams shredded the air as her human appearance failed and he watched a screaming monster burn into ash.

As the last of her vanished he fell again into the seat he’d been occupying in his time here. A new force pressed in on him and he groaned until it slotted in place with a feeling like ears popping after a sudden change.

Lilith’s power melded with his own and the remnants of his father that Edom had given him and he cried out. He stared at his hands as magic bleed from them, swirling through the room and searing the books that were strewn about.

It was painful, a raw roar of strength and birthright that flooded him and then it just...was.

The light of the rift drew his attention and he realized it would be so easy to permanently seal now. He could leave. He could see New York again.

-

Magnus stepped onto the sidewalk a few blocks from the Hunter’s Moon and took a sharp breath. New York.

He rolled his shoulders and followed the new awareness of Edomai, he would deal with the demons from his realm first and then, then he would see what was left of his life. If there was anything more than the ashes of what was  almost  something amazing.

The feeling pulled him into a dark corner several streets over. Magnus turned a corner, ready to attack and found a small group already fighting. Three Shadowhunters, their faces half-familiar, and two Downworlders were working in tandem to beat back the Edomai that had drawn Magnus. He watched the five of them, realizing they didn’t need his help to finish this.

When the last demon was put down, run through by a Shadowhunter but held in the iron grip of a vampire, Magnus made his presence known.

“Well, you all seem very...capable.”

One of the Shadowhunters raised his blade but the woman vampire stopped him, “Magnus Bane. You’ve returned.”

Magnus laughed bitterly, “Surprise, surprise. I made it out of Edom. Things seem cozier than when I left.”

She looked shocked and the tallest of the Shadowhunters spoke up, “Edom? We were told that you were...technically on some kind of sabbatical.”

Magnus took that in. He refused to believe that no one had looked hard enough to realize he wasn’t on this plane. Not Alexander maybe, but Catarina at least. Well, if he’d been gone long enough.

“Well, I’m looking forward to learning what the Clave’s explanation of the rift to Edom closing is then. I assure you it was no vacation and I am glad to have washed my hands of it. How long have I been...gone?”

The vampire answered, “It’s been almost a year Magnus. The Clave has no idea what happened with the rift, they’ve been looking for answers, they’re terrified it was only a temporary solution.”

“A year? Ugh, that explains why the air here almost smells  good. I cannot wait until I can get a decent cocktail. Now, tell me, why do Downworlder’s know Clave business? What brought you all together?” He swept a hand out, indicating the Shadowhunters, vampire, and what he was realizing was a Seelie.

“I can imagine. The head of the New York institute continued her brother’s directives and the Downworld council elected to test groups of Downworlder and Shadowhunter working together. It’s been a few months but it's working.”    

Magnus couldn’t breath.

  Continued her brother’s directives

“What happened to Alexander Lightwood?” The words left him without permission and he couldn’t hide the rawness of his need to know.

The taller Shadowhunter stepped closed, hands up, “He’s fine. He stepped down when it became clear that no one in the Downworld was willing to work directly with him.”

That...didn’t make any sense. Alexander had been well respected among the leaders of the Downworld, even without Magnus’ blinding bias he’d been an amazing leader, one that could bring them together.  

“What-”

“Mr.Bane...I’m sorry, but we’re still on patrol.” The seelie broke in, holding up an Institute issued phone that was flashing a familiar symbol. They were needed elsewhere.

“Right. Thank you for answering my questions. May the angel guide your blades.” He tipped his head with an attempt at his usual flair as he turned away from them.

He didn’t know where he was going for a moment, torn between heading straight to the Institute to find out what the hell was going on and taking time for himself. He thought about seeing anyone he knew and his stomach clenched.

“Home.” He told himself, nodding sharply and turning so his feet were pointed toward the loft. He took a step and a memory just before he banished his father surfaced.

“Oh.  Lilith . Lorenzo!” He opened a portal and rushed through.

His loft door looked the same and he ran a hand through his wards. The only traces were old, a few clients that had tried to come by months ago, relievingly Lorenzo’s magic leaving intact, and-

  Alexander.

He could feel Alexander had been here, not recently but after Magnus had disappeared. He’d been here both before Lorenzo had gone and again after. Magnus curled his hand into a fist, what had brought the man here? Had he needed a warlock for something and gone looking for Lorenzo or had he meant to see Magnus?

He banished the thought and pushed his doors open. A layer of dust was present and he frowned, that simply wouldn’t do. He might be morose and out of sorts, but he refused to allow his home to reflect that. He pushed his sleeves back, thank fuck he had access to his own closet again, and got to work.

-

Catarina was being annoying. Magnus told himself she was because he refused to examine the reason for her behavior any further than that.

She walked another slow circle around him, “You look...better than I expected.”

The pull of her mouth told him she was  very unhappy with him but the sadness in her eyes told him it wasn’t anger. Oh, it probably had been but the longer he’d been gone the faster it had faded. For an immortal a year was nothing but living it still felt like  something.

“Thank you?”

The concern spiked as she stopped moving and gently touched his arm. He forced himself not to react. He was never so uncertain in his own skin.

“Magnus. You disappeared on all of us, right after Alec,” He doesn’t flinch, he  doesn’t, “ ended things. No one knew what happened. Lorenzo, Dot, and I thought it would be kindest to spread the rumor you’d taken a holiday of sorts but Magnus, we were afraid.”

He swallowed hard, “Of what?”

Cat blinked away the moisture that was gathering, “I remember how bad it was, after Camille and Alec was, he was, so much  more. When I found out what he’d done I searched for you for days and when I couldn’t find anything...Lorenzo couldn’t tell me anything except that you’d banished your father and your magic was back. We tried everything to track you. There was no trace. Magnus, you  bastard,”  there it was, the anger he deserved, “I thought you’d left me! I thought you found another bridge and no one was there to stop you.  I wasn’t there.”

Magnus reached for her then, pulled her into his arms and held her hard.

“I’m so sorry Cat. There wasn’t time to tell anyone. After I dealt with my father the power I gained drew me to Lake Lynn and there was-”

Cat leaned away enough to look him in the eye, “The rift.”

“Yes. I had to stop it, I couldn’t let the edomai destroy everything.”

Cat’s lips pulled into a gentle smile, “You wouldn’t be you if you could. You saved  everything Magnus. I wish you’d let someone help, but you did it.”

“I even got to come back.” He tried for something lighter, a little more him.

A sharp pain in his side made him yelp and let her go with a glare. Catarina wiggled her fingers at him, “I know you didn’t think you would and I will eventually figure out how to articulate exactly how frustrated I am with you for the way you handled this but...I am proud to call you my friend Magnus Bane. You pain in the ass.”

Magnus laughs and it feels  good.

He turns to his long untouched drink cart, “Care for a cocktail? I’ve been thirsty for  so long.”

Catarina snorted, “Yeah. I doubt Edom had your favorite label…”

Her tone shifts to contemplative and Magnus makes a little more noise than is really needed as he mixes them cosmo’s. She’s leading into asking what he did there and he doesn’t know how to say “sat and wallowed and thought about dying” without sounding, well, pathetic.

He turns and hands her a drink, sipping his own with a pleased hum and sigh.

“So-”

Magnus refuses to let her ask the questions he’s afraid she will so he cuts her off with the first question that comes to him.

“Why is Isabelle the head of the Institute?”

Cat frowns over the rim of her glass, she knows what he’s doing but he can also see that she’s going to let him. Gratitude rushes him as she takes her time to answer.

“You’d been gone maybe two days when Alec called me. He was...rough after everything that happened in Alicante and I thought you were with him. He asked me to come to the loft, saying that there was a gecko among your things. Of course, I showed but he stayed long enough to tell me he didn’t know where you were and when I pushed he admitted what he’d done. It was not my finest moment.”

She takes a long drink and there’s guilt in her eyes that makes Magnus’ throat tighten.

“I was angry with him. He was worn but he seemed so distant from it, like he wasn’t telling me he broke my best friend’s heart. I wanted to see him hurt so I marked him.”

Magnus frowned. Warlocks had many spells for marking, some were kind, some were happy little marks only other Warlocks would know that signified friendships or similar things. To mark someone other than a Warlock was rarely done.

“I slapped the  betrayer mark over his heart.”  Catarina closes her eyes in shame.

Magnus sets his drink on the end table, his hands are shaking again.

“That’s why he stepped down, I think. Word spread fast that he’d left you and the magic in the mark was easy to see. Downworlder’s wanted the promise he offered and Isabelle was in a better position to deliver it. I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s what you would’ve wanted but he ran after and when I attempted to reach him to remove it, he sent a refusal. I didn’t try to force it, I was trying to find you and that was-”

“I would like to be alone now.”

Cat startled.

“Magnus-”

“Leave.”

He snapped the glass out her hand and summoned a portal for her, refusing to look her in the eye.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was soft but she went and he closed the portal behind her.

  Betrayer.

Catarina was the only one who could remove the mark and that Alexander had refused to let her was...complicated. The little bit of cheer he’d managed to recoup slipped away as he thought about the consequences of her actions against Alexander.

He didn’t want to care but as many times as it had been suggested that he wanted to hurt Alexander or that he wanted some sort of revenge on him, he still wanted Alexander safe. Well, mostly he just wanted him back, but he’d take what he could get.

There’s a terrible burning feeling in his tight chest and his skin feels like it’s only barely containing the turmoil inside of him. His magic, so much stronger now, skitters over him. He twists his wrist and pulls the balcony doors open, pushing the excess power out of him before it can explode on its own. It streaks into the sky, violent and red.

The tears are coming again and he wipes at them in frustration, he’s so  tired of this feeling. It’s like he’s breathing through sand, grating with every attempt, and like he wants to claw himself open to expel the hurt and the sticky black rage.

He picks up his cosmo, downs it, and refills the glass

If this is what it means to have opened his heart again, he’s going to pour concrete over the damn thing and be done with it.

  Maybe Camille had a point.

  -

He waited a full day more before throwing himself into something that might help numb him.

  Pandemonium.

His trusty place for finding distraction and dalliances. He pulled out all the stops, colors shifting in his hair, glitter across his cheeks and collar bones, his shirt only a shirt in the loosest sense of the word. He had to use magic to put his pants on. They were that fitted and he used a touch of pheromone potion behind his ears.

He didn’t look at himself in the mirror before he left and he pushed past the feeling that made his stomach flip.

The bouncer raised a brow at him but let him past as usual and Magnus made for the section that had always been reserved for him. It still was and he mentally noted the need to thank Raph-.

He came up short just before the circle of seats. Raphael was a mundane now and the job of managing the club in Magnus’ absence had fully been picked up by Sol, a seelie that had worked there for years.

Magnus shook the melancholy away. This was about re-learning how not to feel and ruminating on the new mortality of his pseudo-son was not the way to do it.

He draped himself out on the couch, summoned a drink, and watched the room. There were a lot of dancers tonight, beautiful bodies moving together, mundane and otherwise. His gaze trailed over soft skin shining with sweat and he wondered what he should aim for.

Runes, not as stark as they would be on pale skin, caught his attention. Shadowhunter.

He sat up sharply, a metallic tang in his throat as he watched the young woman closely. She wasn’t familiar at all and her tanned skin spoke of more sun than a New York Shadowhunter typically saw.

She also was not on a mission if the drink he watched her down as she laughed with a small group was any indication.

He shouldn’t.

It was asking for pain and it was likely Alexander might learn of it. Magnus should look away from the pretty girl who was too close to the man his heart yearned for.

He finished his drink and stood. The things he should do falling away as she turned further and a deflect rune high on her shoulder drew his eye.

What better way to get over one Shadowhunter than with another?

He went to her, knowing exactly how much like sex and danger he appeared. Her eyes went wide and then hooded as she smiled at him.

“Well. You’re certainly new.”

“Oh, gorgeous I’m certainly not.”

Magnus held his hand out to her with a wicked smile and she took it with a grin.

part two

[alexanderlightweight]

Amnesia

Hey, hope you like this! Was an interesting prompt to tackle

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“This is my directive?” Alec finds himself asking, looking over familiar looking papers and cataloging the loop of what must be his own writing.

“Yes sir. We bypassed all current attempts at interfering and locked down the system.”

Alec listens and reads through the tablet quickly, frown deepening. “And this is secure information?”

He’s sent a startled look, one that ensures Alec knows it’s real.

“Okay, then please set up all protocols and contact those needed. I’ll be leaving for personal assessment and priority healing as soon as my second takes over.” Alec gets dressed quickly before he adds as many weapons as he can get away with.

No matter how different things seem to be, Alec still doubts his actions are going to be taken well by the clave.

But for him to lay down the level of paperwork that he did, then he needs to commit.

Alyssa, one of his assistants apparently, sends out a message and then a portal is forming and the most stunning being to ever exist steps through.

“Hi.” Alec finds himself saying, already falling hopelessly in love. Wow, if this is who Alec had waiting for him, no wonder he made those protocols.

“Hello darling,” he’s told gently, lovingly even in a way Alec never knew to want. “Alexander, what do I owe the pleasure? I thought you had a day full of meetings?”

And Alec finds himself reaching out and he marvels when arms are opened and he's offered the comfort of a protective embrace.

“Commander Lightwood has activated his personal protocols. As per an incident with a magical artifact at three twenty-three am, commander Lightwood is experiencing displaced memory.” Alyssa recites, holding out a pad towards Magnus.

“I can’t remember anything.” Alec reminds his hunter, because Alec knows he’s a shadowhunter, but he doesn’t know current events.

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“Are you saying he doesn’t remember me? Alexander—”

“I’m saying, High Warlock Bane, that the Head of New York is compromised and remembers no one. And, as per his personal protocols, is to be delivered to your care and protection and kept there. His access to the clave, his family and the Institute are to be decided at your leisure and discretion.”

Magnus barely registers her succinct and clipped tone as the hunter taps her boot pointedly. She’s trying to imply something but as Alexander snuggles closer, Magnus is trying and failing to process.

“Is this even legal?” He finds himself asking, his arms tightening around Alec. Alexander nods against him, even as Alec’s hunter gives him a dry look.

“Commander Lightwood made sure that it’s completely valid. It's the most legally protected and secure way to keep you together. In normal circumstances he’d be sent to Idris, to be cared for by the clave.”

And Magnus feels his magic seethe at the very idea, “the clave would never let me see him again. They’d ensure he never got his memories back.”

And Magnus doesn’t care that he’s being so candid, not when Alexander’s shadowhunter is nodding in agreement and stepping respectfully back.

She’s finally stopped tapping her boot and Magnus realizes that she was keeping track of time. She holds out a slim bag and Alexander snags the strap with a grunt, still pressed close to Magnus.

“And you don’t mind this, pretty boy?” Magnus asks, tilting Alec’s head back because he has to ask and Alexander’s hazel eyes flare wide and he shakes his head, cheeks ruddy with a shy blush and an obstinate glare.

The combination shouldn’t be as charming as it is.

And Magnus; Magnus already misses his boyfriend but this, seeing an Alexander so instantly enamored but without fear is enthralling.

Magnus will hoard all these new treasures he’s been given, and he will protect Alexander and keep him safe until either his memories return, or forever.

[mirrorofliterature]

regulus black is so fascinating to me as a character, so much lost potential.

clearly abused by his parents, likely forced into becoming a death eater because of their brainwashing and coercion, defying and dying in defiance against voldemort.

if only he had someone in his corner.

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

This happened TWICE with me at college. Why are people like this? Why?!

[khaleesiofalicante]

"I know ur characters are inspired from the books but I have still always felt like ur magnus was way more tolerant and kinder." the ask which you just posted mentioned this, and i agree, sort of... bc i too feel the same but differently like in book magnus is kind and loving, but not in very outward showing ways like he hides himself with his flaunting, amazing, loud personality being mysterious even with tmi gang, where as your magnus is more outwardly kinder, a diva yes but less flashy , and more mature even with fics where he is a mortal and since 18 he is that mature. so i just felt its like whereas book magnus keeps it hidden which is what alec always notices his little gestures, i mean he also gives advice amazig ones, but those are his only serious moments most of them where he is fully shwoing himself and your interpretation he is more outwardly showing of his kind nature and worrying, and caring nature. i think it could also be because of that particular storyline and his experiences in them but yeah. NOT to say i dont LOVE LOVE your magnus, ofc I do, i just remmber this when i go back to reading the books. in fact i feel your magnus felt a bit similar to TID/TLH magnus who seemed to less unhinged that tmi ver. /ted ver.

No I get what you mean.

I've explored that version of Magnus - the one you described - in fics like Take Me to Church. He's more 'humor is my coping mechanism' dude.

The thing about Magnus (in the books) is that there is no one version of him. It really depends on what book you are reading and you see so many different dimensions of him. Like TID magnus is SOOOO different to TMI Magnus. Bane chronicles Magnus is also different in each story. I like playing with those different dimensions. It's fun.

The same Alec is very different in LMLT than he is another fic.

But at the core, I think they are all the same. Like Magnus feels a lot of love, the only difference is whether he shows it or not and who he shows it to. As a writer, you can play around with the latter, but you can change the first bit (At least i feel that way).

I feel like this new dark magnus reminds me a bit of Circle era magnus also - who called valentine an asshole :))) so it's fun to experiment with different versions of him!

Although I'd admit in the last few fics you do see soft/caring magnus a lot and that's mostly because we see him as a father and i often see magnus as a very caring father and not the kind of father who struggles to show it or hides it behind jokes/sarcasm.

[arosesstorm]

untied spell | Alec Lightwood 

words count: idk sorry

gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood

warning: angst, my fav

summary: the nigh of Max's party at Bane's, a truth was revealed, a painful one, yours

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

"dear, so glad you came" Magnus welcomed you inside the house, his sharp eyes the first thing that reminded you you were in trap.

"how could I not come, after all, it is Max's party" a sigh escaping your lips as Magnus closed the door behind your back.

"here" he handed you a drink, his mouth close to your ear "I know you and Alexander aren't in the best of terms now but I beg of you let's enjoy the evening"

a light of amusement crossed your face "what the high warlock of Brooklyn says.." a gulp as the drink slide into your throat.

as Magnus looked at you make your way into the living room he couldn't help but sigh "this is going to be a disaster".

as soon as your eyes met Izzies a calming wave washed over your body "so glad I found you" you admitted as soon as the dark haired reached for your arm to interlock with hers.

"So glad you found the right member of the Lightwood family you mean"

you couldn't help but glare as she put her hands up in surrender "alright, got it, I'm sorry".

finding out you were not the only Herondale left was one thing, discovering your younger brother was Jace Wayland was a total different matter.

you would have be the happiest to hear the news if not only the closest friend you had didn't hide it from you.

"for your own good" Alec had said, but it just made you want to throw up.

"you don't have a clue on what's good for me" you had replied the night you had found out.

safe to say, you avoided the man since.

you and Izzy went for the bar, ordering the strongest they had with only a thought in mind, the time of your departure.

"why hasn't Max still arrived?"

"Alec was meant to take him but he's running late"

"as usual" you felt the need to add, as you sipped from your second drink, it was strong.

when you turned to the door again you saw him, his place steady, his eyes hard, all that gloomy act and Alec was still Alec, a ferocious dog without teeth.

"let's go great Max" Isabelle dragged you toward the small circle as you looked at everyone but him.

"my little hunter!" exclaimed the girl hugging the boy thigh as you smiled down at him "guess you'll be my next right arm huh?" you joked ruffling his hair.

"you bet since everyone seems to die when they get close to you" your head shot in Alec's direction, your eyes as thin as those of a fox "what did you just say?"

the man shook his head, looking around for support, "what do you mean?" he asked.

you were about to bark back when Magnus stood between you two, his voice louder "ah! it is a great party, let's leave the celebrated to it".

eyes glaring while you sighed hard, "need another drink".

the rest of the evening went down better than expected, Alec seemed to respect your boundaries, in fact, you were able to avoid him for most of the night.

it wasn't until you saw Clary shot for the bar on the left that something just switched.

"i have to go" you told a tipsy Isabelle as you left the couches, your steps taking you to the terrace when you noticed a door slightly open, someone laying on the floor.

your feet stopped as you regained consciousness, what was going on?

only when you made your way inside the room you spotted a terrified Jace on the right.

"Jace! what is going on?" you asked reaching for who you had recognized was Maryse Lightwood laying unconscious on the floor.

"she tried to kill me!" he spoke, his voice harsh yet panicked, "Maryse?" you asked, too unlikely to be true.

"yes!" he half screamed as he approached you, his eyes wet with tears and his jaw hard.

he was in pain and it pained you too.

your brother, was in pain, your brother, was in pain.

you didn't know how you arrived to that conclusion but suddenly, as bright as day, the culprit's name flashed before your eyes.

Alec.

Alec was the reason your brother was in pain, the reason you yourself were.

you marched out of the room, a surprised Isabelle crossing your path as she got in.

"y/n!" she called for you, but it was late now, you were already half way to the terrace when you spot him.

Lost gaze as he was stearing at the night sky, his back facing you.

he felt someone approaching and was quick to turn around: "y/n.." he had the time to say before you pushed him backwords, hands searching for the daggers behind your back.

"y/n!" he screamed now, his eyes blank as he was glaring at you.

"hiding my brother for me is a thing, but hurting him?" you half screamed, daggers now in view.

then, the unexpected happened, his lips lift into a dark smile as he chuckled "what am I? the bane of your existence?" he laughed.

you were taken aback, losing your steadiness as you stumbled back, his body swinging forward as he took the daggers out of your hands, hitting the ground hard.

"what is going on with you?" Alec asked but you couldn't help but hear "Just say it, we both know what your problem is".

your heart roared as you jumped on him, fist swinging, as he tried to block you as best as he could.

"you know nothing about me!" you screamed.

"I do, I always did" he spoke, as you fell on the concrete, his body steadying you as he positioned himself above you.

"you are not mad at me because I've hidden Jace is your brother, you are mad because you are a worthless piece of shit, the weak of the family and the soft hearted", your hands burning as you were trying to get free, "all this time and you were just trying to run away from your feeling, from your feelings for m-"

"no!" you screamed as your feet kicked him on the back, the boy crawling to the floor.

you looked like an animal, a beast as you jumped to Alec's lap, your fist white as you aimed for his face.

"you have to stay away from me!" you screamed, gatting the dagger from the ground as you pressed it to Alec's throat.

your eyes watery as ho looked at you sympathetically.

"y/n!" you heard a voice as you suddenly snapped out of it.

your hands trembling as you throw the dagger away, looking at Alec on the ground, his eyes soft, in pain.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, quickly getting on your feet again.

Magnus rushed forward as he touched your shoulder softly, "I'm sorry he was-", "he was saying things I-", "I'm sorry".

you felt like throwing up.

"Alec!" Maryse rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, "what happened?"

"I'm fine" he breathed, his eyes glued to his opponent's face.

"y/n" the boy spoke, getting on his feet "are you alright?".

"have you all lost your minds?" Maryse barked, shooting for Jace who was now standing behind you and Magnus.

"you almost killed me!"

"do you all hear what she is saying to me?"

"Jace" Clary touched the man's shoulder as Simon entered the room.

"what is wrong?" he asked, "Maia is by the bar if you are wondering" Clary blunted stern.

"something's wrong" you heard Magnus whisper as he left your side, making his way inside the apartment.

"don't you ever spoke to me again" you stated with gritted teeth, eyes wet with tears as Alec looked at you with that same very eyes.

"don't be ridiculous" he answered.

you turned your back as you left the crowd, your brother trying to reach you but failing.

you had just touched the door's knob as Alec held your arm forcing you to turn around.

"reason with me" he pleaded "let's be logical".

"I can't!" you answered with a ferocity that broke the man's heart.

"you know why" a string seemed to unlace inside your head and your vision cleared again, but it didn't change the fact that it was obvious now, at least to you.

"y/n" he breathed.

"we know why" and you left the room praying for the night to end painlessly.

part 2?

masterlist

mia

© 2023 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[plus-size-reader]

Leverage

Magnus Bane x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2107 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Magnus taking a special interest in you, Clary's human best friend who resembles a lover Magnus had centuries ago

Just a concept I was tossing around. Let me know what you think and If I should work on a mini-series based on this

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“Just stay close and don’t say anything” Jace reminded, leading you and the rest of your party into Hardtail, his eyes focused on the surrounding crowd, constantly scanning for danger.

This whole thing should be easy.

All they had to do was find Magnus and get him to give Clary her memories back. All things considered, it should have been an in and out mission, something they had done a million times before.

...but they could never be too careful.

Especially considering that they had been forced to bring along some dead weight, in the form of you, as extra insurance.

Just in case the Warlock in question tried anything.

“This is a terrible idea” Alec grumbled, the words falling on mostly deaf ears, though by this point, even Clary was wondering if bringing you along had been the right call.

You were insistent, as soon as you found out that you could be of help but you weren’t blind. You knew that you were in over your head, heading into a downworlder bar with a couple of shadowhunters without any real idea what you were doing there.

Under any other circumstances, you would have turned tail and ran in the other direction, but this was for Clary.

If this ‘High Warlock of Brooklyn’ could give Clary her memories back, and help her figure out what their next step was, you were going to do anything you could to make that happen.

“We don’t even know if this will work-” he continued, earning an elbow to the side from Izzy, who knew exactly where he was going with that.

She knew what they should have already figured out, that once you found out why you were here, you were going to freak out for sure. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you found out that you bore a striking resemblance to someone else, long dead.

It wasn’t something you would be prepared to hear, so it would just be better if you could all get through this without you figuring out what you were actually doing here.

You took notice of the strange exchange between the Lightwoods but decided to ignore it.

The two of them were known to bicker, even to someone who had known them for a few short weeks, and you had more important matters at hand.

Like making sure you didn’t accidentally bump into a vampire or something as you made your way into the club.

“Keep your head down, and don’t go too far” Clary whispered, webbing her fingers with your own as you passed through the crowd, your grib unintentionally tightening as the reality of the situation set in.

Clary was built for this, it was in her blood, but you weren’t.

It wasn’t until you showed up to things like this that you realized just how far out of your depth that you were.

“I’m not going anywhere, trust me” you whispered back, focusing more on putting one foot in front of the other more than anything. Before now, you were sure that the correct answer to the question Jace asked you was yes.

Now that you were here though, you weren't so convinced.

You understood that getting Magnus to meet with you was a long shot in the first place, and you couldn't afford to mess it up, but you just weren’t sure why they needed you. Out of everyone here, you were the most out of place.

Anyone looking in on the scene in front of them would have seen just how much you didn’t belong. Not that anyone around you was all that concerned with you so far, all too focused on the music and lights.

As long as you did as you were told and kept your head down, everything would be fine.

All things considered, your job was easy.

You just had to stay out of the way, and hope that Jace and Alec didn’t need you for whatever it was they thought you could be useful for. Which could have been anything and you wouldn’t have known any better.

The Shadowhunters were so secretive, only telling you what they thought you needed to know, and even then, they always tended to leave out the important stuff.

It made working with them very difficult.

Still, you did what you were told and kept your head down, doing your best to blend in until something changed, which didn’t look like it was going to happen at first.

All in all, it looked to be a pretty standard conversation, though you couldn’t hear any of what they were saying from the distance you were at.

Of course, It wasn't until someone shot an arrow into some guy in the background that you realized just how wrong you were. Evidently, there had been an assassin in the crowd the entire time and no one noticed until Alec put him down.

Which, in turn, spooked the reclusive Warlock into nearly diving back into his wormhole.

He got his jewel, but from the looks on Jace and Clary’s faces, they didn’t get nearly as much as they were hoping for. The only thing that kept Magnus in place was the redhead’s grasp on his wrist, which likely wouldn’t be enough to hold him.

Clearly, they needed something else, which was exactly why they brought you.

You had inadvertently become the most important part of this mission just now, and that meant it was your time to shine, even if you didn’t exactly know what your part to play was.

Without missing a beat, Izzy shot over to whisper something in your ear, something that really didn’t seem like it would work. Though, by this point, you weren’t sure that you had any right to question any of the shadowhunters.

After all, you didn’t even know they existed until a couple weeks ago.

You shot Izzy one more questioning glance, just to make sure she was serious about this before she nodded, telling you to continue with the plan. If anything was going to get Magnus to stick around, it was this.

“Magnus, wait!” you called, doing your best to cut through all the noise that Alec’s arrow and subsequent murder had brought on, which worked surprisingly well.

As it would turn out, just because the Shadowhunters had neglected to tell you that you looked like the long lost love of his life didn’t mean that Magnus was going to. Even the sound of your voice was enough to ring alarms in his head.

He hadn’t heard that sound in so long.

Almost immediately, the Warlock spun around on his heels, his attention finding you immediately. It didn’t make sense, and there was no way that he could have explained it but there was no denying the truth.

Not when it was staring him right in the face.

It was you, and it didn’t matter how it had happened, not now. All he cared about in this moment was that you had come back to him, after all these years. . It was incredible, but even with as thrilled as Magnus was, staying here wasn’t safe. If Valentine managed to find him here, that meant that he likely already knew where the others were.

Every second he spent away was another second evil had to prevail.

Not to mention the fact that he couldn’t exactly trust the shadowhunters to tell him the truth. For all he knew, Magnus could have been looking at some glamour of sorts, and they were tricking him.

He was just having a hard time believing what he was looking at. After all this time, it didn't seem right to see you again.

“You always did like places like this” he hummed, that same far away look clouding his vision as had been this entire time.

No one had ever looked at you like that.

He was looking at you like the whole building could come crumbling down around you and it wouldn’t have mattered one bit. Like you had physically put the sun in the sky, and you barely knew who he was.

“I’ll be in touch”

...and with that, he was gone.

Though, the thought of walking away from you a second time was nearly enough to break his heart, he didn’t have a choice.

There would be no opportunity to talk to you if he was dead, besides, if they wanted to get Clary’s memories back, they were going to need his help.

~

“Who was he talking about? Who does Magnus Bane think I am?” you started, already asking all the questions that they should have seen coming but no one bothered to answer them.

They weren’t even sure they were going to need you when they asked you to tag along, and just because you had helped them out a little back there didn’t mean the Shadowhunters owed you anything.

You were still just some mundane.

The only reason you were still here was because of Clary, that and they needed you once Alec realized that they were going to have to meet up with Magnus in the first place.

Someone had to get him to agree to help.

��Don’t worry about it. All that matters is that he agreed to help us” Jace shrugged, ignoring you, which by this point was par for the course.

You were so tired of everyone acting like you weren’t here. .

“Come on. I did you a favor back there, can’t you at least tell me what I did?” you sighed, turning your attention to Izzy and Clary instead, because you already knew the males in your party couldn’t care less about what you’d done.

To them, you might as well not be here and you had come to terms with that. You just wanted to know who he thought you were, that was it.

In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t even that big of a deal.

“The last partner Magnus had, she looked a lot like you” she allowed, recalling the photograph she’d seen, which might as well have been you a couple hundred years earlier.

You couldn’t believe it.

All this time, you were masquerading as someone else, someone that you didn’t even know existed, and everyone else knew all along.

It was ridiculous.

Though, before you could inform the surrounding Shadowhunters of just how ridiculous, Jace chimed in just enough to let you know that, even still, it wasn’t really your place to ask questions or have opinions.

“We were hoping to catch him off guard, we needed the upperhand” Jace shrugged, truly not seeing how wrong this whole thing was. Not only did they use you without bothering to tell you what was going on, but they exploited him too.

It wasn’t right.

“You should have told me!” you scoffed, thinking that at the very least someone would have had the decency to fill you in on the plan but it would appear that no one thought about that before now.

Jace didn’t even look all that interested in having this conversation at all.

“I would have helped even if you told me beforehand, you know? It would have just been nice to know what I was walking into” you continued, well aware that you were basically talking to yourself but not caring enough to stop.

You couldn’t be both the mundane they didn’t even care enough to address by name and a member of the team that they used when they needed help.

You could be one or the other, but not both, and certainly not at once.

“Well, now you know. Congratulations! Can we get going now?” Alec called, several paces ahead of all of you by now, and not stopping even still. He didn’t care at all about whatever little moral dilemma you were having.

He was much more interested in getting back to the institute before another assassin got the better of one of you.

“Thanks Alec, I appreciate that” you countered, not bothering to cover up the sarcasm flowing from your lips. If he could talk to you like that, there was no reason you couldn’t give it right back.

The truth was that it didn’t matter what they said or how much they pretended this wasn’t a big deal. What had happened back there with Magnus was a big deal, at least, it was a big deal for you.

After all, you just found out that you looked like some dead chick that was hooking up with one of the most powerful warlock’s of all time.

How was that not supposed to be a big deal?