#jonathan morgenstern

[dearreader-12]

Member of the Clave outside of exile: Who is this boy you're dating Dru?

Dru: The son of the man who is responsible for the death of both of my parents and is part of the reason why my older sister was exiled in Siberia for simply existing.

Everyone:

Dru: But he's chill, he's nothing like his evil father, or evil grandfather, or his mom who likes starting drama for fun!

[marrr444]

Oh my poor little Jace, papa wasn't joking.

[jaxlightstairs]

My brain is processing the fact that 100 years after a sea change events Jonathan Morgerstern (also FAIRCHILD) killed Sebastian VERLAC

[jonathanspenguinboxers]

Tik tok trend because I thought it was funny

[cece693]

She Doesn't Know

pairing: alec lightwood x male reader tags: secret relationship, Alec isn't ready to come out, leads to you being flirted with a lot, jealous Alec, clary being clary, things are changed to fit my narrative better

Alec leaned against the stone pillar in the Institute’s training room, trying to ignore the slight tension coiling beneath his ribs. You were in the center of the open space, demonstrating an elegant series of blade techniques for a group of wide-eyed onlookers: Izzy, Jace, a handful of other Shadowhunters, and of course, the newest arrival—Clary.

There you stood, the picture of confidence and grace. Each arc of your blade elicited murmurs of appreciation from the small crowd, and Alec couldn’t help but feel an all-too-familiar twinge of envy. He watched from a short distance, arms folded over his chest, jaw tight.

You were his boyfriend. His partner. His. Yet, in the eyes of almost everyone else here, you were the Institute’s star: gorgeous, talented, charismatic. Alec had overheard rumors that you were the “ideal Shadowhunter”—the sort of person even the Inquisitor might commend without hesitation. You had been many people’s first crush: from timid recruits who looked up to you as the epitome of skill and kindness, to seasoned warriors who admired your strength and devotion to the Clave.

But none of that changed the fact that you were Alec’s secret—at least, outside of Izzy and Jace. His siblings knew, had known for a while, but it wasn’t something Alec wanted the entire Institute gossiping about, especially not while he was still grappling with how to tell his parents. And definitely not to Clary Fray, the redhead who’d only just discovered she was a Shadowhunter at all.

It didn’t help that Clary had developed an instant fascination with you from the moment she was rescued. Alec suspected it was more than just gratitude. She listened with rapt attention anytime you spoke, eyes shining like you were the only person in the room. And the problem wasn’t just that she was smitten. It was that you, being the gentle soul you were, rarely turned anyone away. You humored her questions, you corrected her stance in training, you comforted her when the nightmares of her mother’s kidnapping returned.

Alec’s heart twisted in on itself every time he saw her giggling at something you said. He couldn’t exactly scold Clary for enjoying your company—she didn’t know you were taken. Worse yet, Alec couldn’t just stride up and put an arm around you to make some blatant claim. Not in front of a group that still assumed Alec’s straight.

“She doesn’t know,” Izzy said softly as she approached. Alec was startled; he hadn’t heard her footsteps. She was wearing her signature confident smile, but it was tinged with sympathy. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Alec sighed, keeping his gaze locked on you. Having stopped your training, you now were talking to Clary, the little girl's laughter echoing through the room, high and bright. Alec could almost taste the jealousy on his tongue. “I know she doesn’t know,” he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. “I just—It feels like he’s everyone’s favorite. Even with Jace—”

“Jace is his parabatai,” Izzy interjected teasingly, lifting a dark eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you still think he's making a move on your boyfriend. When they drew those runes, he basically gave up those feelings.”

Alec heaved a silent breath. “It’s not…I know Jace respects our relationship. It’s just—he’s my best friend too, right? So it feels strange that whenever I look for him, or for my boyfriend, they’re off training together, or exchanging some inside joke.”

Izzy placed a comforting hand on Alec’s arm. “You’re not used to sharing, but you’re going to have to. You can’t lock him up in your room away from everyone else.”

Alec shot her a glare, but a reluctant half-smile tugged at his lips. “That wouldn't be such a bad idea, actually. But, seriously, that's not what I’m trying to do.”

“I know,” Izzy said, voice gentler. “Talk to him. He’d want to know if you’re feeling this way.” Alec glanced from Izzy back to you. He knew she was right; you’d pick up on his mood soon if you hadn’t already. You always had a knack for sensing when Alec was troubled. Or jealous.

Later that evening, Alec found you seated on one of the long benches in an alcove behind the Institute’s library. Dim overhead lights cast dancing shadows along the shelves. You’d folded your arms on the table in front of you, scribbling notes on a mission report.

He hesitated in the doorway for a moment, admiring the way your hair fell over your forehead, the focus etched across your face. Of course people gravitated toward you—you were breathtaking, inside and out. Alec’s chest warmed at the reminder that, for now, your heart belonged to him.

Taking a quiet breath, he approached and gently rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked up, a brilliant smile lighting up your features the moment you saw him. The corners of Alec’s mouth tugged up, and he sunk down on the bench beside you.

“Hey,” you said softly, setting aside your pen. “You okay? You seemed a bit off in training earlier.”

He shrugged, then shook his head, deciding to be honest. “I’m just…” He swallowed. “A little jealous, I guess.”

Your eyebrows arched in surprise before softening with understanding. “Of Clary?”

Alec’s mouth parted, but he hesitated. It felt foolish to say it out loud. “She doesn’t know about us,” he finally admitted. “And I can’t exactly blame her for…flirting.” His lips twisted wryly around the word. “But it drives me crazy.”

You slid closer, your thigh brushing his. A comforting warmth radiated between your bodies. “I can see that.” Your voice was gentler than ever. “I’ve been trying to discourage her without being mean, but she’s persistent.”

Alec let out a breath he’d been holding. “I don’t want to let my jealousy show. And I definitely don’t want anyone else figuring out my…preferences before I’m ready.” The words still felt awkward on his tongue, but it was the truth. “It feels like all eyes are on us, you know? You’re…well, you’re you.” He almost laughed at his own phrasing. “People watch you. They notice who you talk to, who you train with, who you spend time with. If they notice me acting possessive or something, questions will start.”

You reached for his hand and squeezed. “I understand. There’s a lot riding on you, on your family name, on how the Clave sees you.” Your voice lowered. “I just want you to be comfortable. I don’t want to hide, but I also don’t want to force you out before you’re ready.”

Alec’s chest felt tight. Gratitude washed over him in a gentle wave. “Thank you.” He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the reassuring feel of your hand in his. “I’d never want you to hide either, but—yeah, it’s complicated.”

“It is.” You brushed a thumb over his knuckles. “I care about you, Alec. That’s not going to change, no matter who else needs a training partner or who else tries flirting.” A soft smile tugged at your lips. “And if Clary presses too hard, I’ll find a tactful way to let her know I’m not interested.”

Heat rose to Alec’s cheeks. It felt absurd that a single line could chase away so many of his doubts. You had a way of cutting through his insecurities with your kindness. Every word felt like a reaffirmation of your loyalty to him.

For a second, Alec let himself imagine a future where the entire Institute knew the truth—where he could step forward and simply stand behind you during training, wrap an arm around your waist without worrying about the stares. Where Clary could look at you both and see just how uninterested you were in her. One day. Soon, maybe.

[bananacakepie]

For every woman in Valentine’s Circle that had kids/a kid, Valentine took one of their sons. Almost immediately after his birth, he stole Jace from his mother and a little latter he stole his own son from Joyce. He ended up raising both of them, while poisoning their minds to see themselves as weapons and to believe love was bad. You might think that this isn’t true, because Maryse and Robert Lightwood were in the Circle, and Valentine never took Alec. You’re right. Alec was spared because another son - his little brother - was taken in his place. And even though Jonathan was the one to kill him, the battle plans for the Mortal War were planned by Valentine, and Jonathan was Valentine’s weapon at this point.

Jocelyn Morgenstern, Celine Herondale and Maryse Lightwood were all members of the Circle. Jonathan Morgenstern, Jace Herondale and Max Lightwood were all taken from their mothers because of Valentine.

[i-am-trying-my-best-okay]

(Tentatively) 277 days till The Wicked Powers (Until Further Notice)

[tiredandoptimistic]

Say what you want about Sebastian, but at least he's bisexual.

[omgserafinablog]

This difference in scale is amazing! If Jace seemed small next to Valentine, then Clary was a grain of sand next to Morgenstern.

He calls himself her father, and then points a sword at her. The man who is supposed to protect and take care of, hates and is ready to kill. I know he barely knows her, but still, doesn't his heart come alive from how much his daughter looks like a younger version of Jocelyn?

How can you point a sword at such a little girl, at your child? What is this ritual in their family? Because that's exactly what Jocelyn did to Sebastian.

I mourn this broken family. I need a parallel universe where they would be better and happier.

[helenofblackthorns]

funniest Sebastian Morgenstern lore is that when taking over the LA Institute he seems genuinely surprised to learn that Mark is half faerie. something that would have zero significance if he hadn't been impersonating Mark three months ago

[pastafingers]

This is a Jace Wayland fan art that I made back in 2021 and tried to fix just yesterday.

[mattiebluebird]

I'll honestly never get over the fact that TMI spent 6+ books building up the central theme that your parents/origins don't define you, that having demon blood doesn't make one inherently evil & all creatures are worthy of dignity & respect regardless of their strange appearances/mannerisms, just to completely undermine all of that by making one of the main antagonists evil because he has demon blood -_-

[seaside-storm]

I am dying from his trusting gesture when he rests his head on Clary's shoulder

JONATHAN MORGENSTERN and CLARY FAIRCHILD Shadowhunters (2016-2019) 3.22

[daily-clace]

“Also,” Jonathan added, “I hate to bring this up, but you might want to put some shoes on before the wedding.”

Clary looked down at herself. He was right, she was barefoot. Barefoot, and wearing a pale gold dress. The hem drifted around her ankles like a sunset-colored cloud. “I—What wedding?”

Her brother’s green eyes widened. “Your wedding? You know, to Jace Herondale? About yea high, blond, all the girls looove him—” He broke off. “Are you having cold feet? Is that what this is?” He leaned in conspiratorially. “Because if it is, I’ll totally smuggle you over the border into France. And I won’t tell “anyone where you went. Even if they stick bamboo shoots under my fingernails.”

City of Heavenly Fire, Cassandra Clare

[jonathanspenguinboxers]

I absolutely believe that if Valentine wasn’t a psycho and Clary and Jonathan were raised together they would be leash kids. Valentine would absolutely put their crazy asses on a leash.

(Jonathan’s is the pink one)

[amrubrum]

I will say, despite my hatred for shtv, some of the casting decisions were pretty good. aside from Alec and Izzy i LOVED Luke Baines as Sebastian. He did well with the material that he was given, and physically he was definitely perfect, at least for me. Like him with this look was everything