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cassandraclare · 1 year

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no mourners, no funerals

spoilers!!

poesflowercrown asked: Why didn't we see kit's [Christopher Lightwood's] funeral

Okay, so quite a lot of the questions I’ve gotten are some form of “Why wasn’t there a funeral for Christopher?”

And the answer is that Christopher surely did have a funeral — but that it strikes me as fairly obvious why he didn’t have one that took place during the time when London was under attack by Belial. Also, had they had a funeral in Idris during this time (where his body was, and where they have funerals), we have no POV characters who are there to see it.

After that, we jump ahead six months, and obviously his funeral isn’t going to be after such a long period of time has elapsed — instead we see grief at the stage of what it is often like after half-a-year: the most active part of the mourning is over, and the Shadowhunters are moving into fitting Christopher and the grief for him into lives that go on and go forward. James dreams of dead Christopher almost every night, and yet he is still moving on with his life: they are Shadowhunters, this is how they live, knowing life can always be interrupted by destruction, battle or war, and knowing (in a way mundanes don’t) that any day carries with it the possibility of immediate death and loss.

Now, could I have shattered the structure and timing of the book to shove in a funeral between the coda and the wrap-up of the epilogue? I think it would have been a lot of more jarring and weird than people realize, but I also think that it wouldn’t have offered anything. I get a lot of questions that seem to think a funeral for Christopher would have offered “closure” somehow — either to the characters or readers — and the fact that I don’t think it would have done anything like that, or offered anything useful or meaningful, is partly why I didn’t include it.

Shadowhunter funerals aren’t like mundane (human!) funerals: they’re not for closure, but rather for generally honoring the dead of war, because the Shadowhunters live in a constant state of war. What would have happened at a funeral for Christopher is that he would have been burned on a pyre along with Elias and those who died freeing London; people would have come up and given polite condolences to Gabriel and Cecily, the Consul would have given a general speech, and that’s about it. We see this with Livvy’s funeral. — how it is entirely unspecific to Livvy. We see how much closure her funeral offers her family (none, basically.) I think what people are imagining as “Christopher’s funeral” (everyone cries, makes speeches, has feelings) is not what a Shadowhunter funeral is.

There is one more thing I would say, which is that death, as depicted in art and fiction, is not required to offer closure. Sometimes the point is to sit with that lack of closure, and feel the absence of that person, that character, because living with the death of someone close to you is often living without total closure: sometimes for a long time, sometimes forever. That is okay. It is not required of books that emotions be neatly put away at the end of them, like guest towels. Sometimes they are just there to be felt afterward.

[I have also seen people say that Christopher’s friends didn’t mourn for him — which is so bizarre I haven’t decided whether to address it or just leave it as a Thing We Totally Disagree About, like the many questions I get about how we “never see that Tessa loves Jem” or “Isabelle doesn’t care that Max died” etc. Sometimes you just can’t see eye to eye about things; I don’t really get how Thomas being so stricken by Christopher’s death that his physical appearance is literally altered forever, or Anna “turning to stone” with grief, or Matthew being unable to even say Christopher’s name without flinching in pain, is “not mourning”, but we all have our different ideas of how things should be depicted. I tend to believe in a less-is-more philosophy about showing intense emotion, but we are not all that way!]

Anyway, closure. The intense mourning for Christopher in the Sanctuary is short-lived not because the Shadowhunters have gotten bored mourning intensely, but because of Belial. Because they are at war, and then and forever their grief for Christopher must fit itself within the interstices of them needing to save the world. In looking at research into Shadowhunter mourning, I looked at the way people mourn when they are either civilians in war, or soldiers on the front lines, because all Shadowhunters are all least one of those things. A great deal of intense compartmentalizing is required, because the preservation of life going forward must be the priority. The Shadowhunters know this; they are raised knowing this. They know that not only may you be called upon to sacrifice your own life to be what you are, but that it is likely you will lose other people, and if you lose them in battle, you have also sacrificed the ability to stop the world and engage in just grieving. You sacrifice, sometimes, even the ability to bury your dead or to know where they died. As Lucie observes:

“And now they were back at the Institute courtyard, which was empty and quiet, as it always was. There was no scar here, no sign of the dreadful things that had happened there such a short time ago. Lucie envisioned a plaque: HERE IS WHERE IT ALL BROKE APART. Matthew and James’s vanishing, Christopher’s death—they seemed both very close, a trauma still ongoing, and yet far away.

On the other hand, she thought, this courtyard had been torn up by Leviathan a couple of weeks ago, and there was no sign of that, either. Perhaps to be a Shadowhunter simply meant drawing runes over one’s scars, over and over.”

They mourn, they grieve, they have to go on — to “draw runes over their scars” — because the other option is wallowing in grief and doing nothing to prevent Belial winning. Lucie is feeling these things as “far away” because they have to be shoved down in order for the Shadowhunters to continue doing what they need to do. They can’t lie on the ground and scream NOOOOOO for days; they honor Christopher by going on, by seeing his project through to the end and using it to save countless lives. Which is what Christopher would have wanted — not a cold and monotonous funeral in Idris.

So short answer: I didn’t think a funeral for Christopher would have provided anything worthwhile to the story, but rather would have made it worse. In the end, that’s usual the answer to the why of any decision. :)

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angelst4re · 2 years

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So It Goes- Jace Wayland x Reader

୨♡୧ this is the first (and longest) Jamie fic i ever wrote, jace literally owns me. i wanted to post it when my tags started working again but i don't think that's gonna happen :( so reblogs are very much appreciated!! :) <3 UPDATE: MY TAGS WORK AGAIN!!!!

୨♡୧ warnings: NSFW!! smut, oral (f and m recieveing), praise and degradation, jace being jace, spitting, shower sex?, inexperienced reader, experienced jace (ofc), innocence kink?, possibly breeding kink? p0rn with a bit of plot, i could add to this forever, enemies to lovers?, based on a taylor swift song (so it goes IS jace's song, just listen to it!!)

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From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew you were going to have an impact on his life. He would never say he believed in love at first sight, but it would explain a lot. The way he got excited when you entered the room, he felt himself blush when you’d speak to him, anything you’d do would make him wish for a chance to be yours. But he knew that could never happen, to love is to destroy.

The first time you met Jace, you could tell instantly that he hated you- despised you, even. You could hear him sigh whenever you entered the room, as if he was already bored by your presence, he’d look the other way when you tried to talk to him. Isabelle had told you he was like this, but you refused to believe this was his normal behaviour.

You arrived at the Institute a couple of months ago, your family had been friends with the Lightwoods for years, so when you were made to leave your hometown you were told to go there. It was rather nice, but it wasn’t home. Jace made it obvious that it wasn’t your home.

When the Institute was informed of a large-scale demon attack down in the city, Jace had demanded you stay here ‘she’s too young, she’s not as well-trained as us. She’ll make us fuck it up.’ Oh, how you hated him- but a part of you could never hate him, you were intrigued by everything he did, everything he said, how he fought like he had a death wish, there was a part of you that admired him, maybe even loved him. But he would never feel the same way.

Once, when it was Jace’s turn to train with you, you had tripped and almost knocked him down with you, but he had caught you by the waist. There was something about the way he touched you that day that told you he may not hate you, maybe it was just more of a dislike. But his hands lingered on your waist for longer than they should have, and as you turned around it took everything inside him, all his strength and self control, to stop himself from kissing you.

“What do you mean? I’ve fought before-”

“And you almost got yourself killed, y/n.” Jace stated, picking all the blades he would need for this fight, “I don’t want to risk that- risk you getting us all killed, okay? Just stay here. Leave it to us.”

“But she’s been training with us for months now! I’m sure she has it in her!” Isabelle said, grinning as she handed you some weapons.

“No.” Jace demanded again, taking the weapons from you, what is his problem, you thought.

“Jace, Isabelle’s right. She’s been trained now, she knows what to do.” Alec added.

Jace sighed, it looked like he was deep in thought. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked away.

“Fine.” He said, handing you another blade, “but if she gets us killed-”

“I won’t!” You groan, loading your belt up with weapons.

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The fight ended pretty badly. Shadowhunters from all over the country had come to help, it was believed that this was another attack from Valentine. So far, the death count was at 6. Alec was leaning over Isabelle, drawing the healing rune on her as quickly as possible. Her entire left arm was covered in blood, but selfishly all Jace could think of was you. Where were you? Were they going to find you dead or alive? He knew he should never have let you come with him.

With Isabelle now healed, Alec helped her up and they wandered over to Jace who was sat on the ground, covered in dirt and blood.

“We should head back,” Alec began, “the suns rising, they won’t come back-”

“Where’s y/n?” Isabelle interrupted, turning to look around. But you were nowhere to be found.

“Probably dead.” Jace murmured, rising to his feet, “I said she shouldn’t have come with us.”

“We’re going back to the Institute, I need to get Isabelle to the infirmary, why don’t you stay and look for her?”

“Why should I?” Jace huffed, “she’s not my probl-”

“Jace, she may not be your problem, but if she’s dead that will be our problem.” Alec said, sternly, “and also, if you wouldn’t be so arrogant all the time, you would’ve noticed the way she looks at you.”

And they were gone.

Jace stayed for longer than he would want to admit, looking for you. Holding his breath as he came to a pile of dead bodies, he prayed that one of them wouldn’t be you. And they weren’t. He had been searching for almost half an hour, and there was no sign of you. His heart dropped and he felt a lump in his throat. He told you to stay behind. He didn’t want you to get hurt, knowing how much that would hurt him.

Soon enough, he gave up looking. He just accepted that you had been killed and possibly turned to dust, or something along those lines. Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe because he’s always such a dick, of course you won’t do as he tells you. As he walked back to the Institute he was filled with regret, it became overwhelming. He wished he hadn’t gave the impression that he disliked you, as it was far from the truth. The truth was that he was just scared. He had never felt the way he feels about you with any other girl before, it terrified him. He would do anything for you, but you wouldn’t do the same.

Once he got back to the Institute, he checked on Izzy in the infirmary. Alec had informed Jace that Magnus Bane would be paying her a visit, as the runes didn’t have enough power to heal her fully. Jace knew how Alec felt about Magnus, along with how Magnus felt about Alec. He simply nodded and left, making his way to his room.

As he approached his room, he noticed his door was slightly open. Flooded with panic- which always turned into adrenaline for Jace- he grabbed a blade from his belt and slowly pushed the door open. His eyes widened as he saw who was waiting for him.

“Y/n?” The blade fell to the floor and he rushed over to you, you had a similar problem to Isabelle, yet yours was less severe. Your arm had been caught, possibly clawed by a demon. “What are you doing here?”

“Alec didn’t want me seeing Isabelle’s-”

“When did you get here?”

“Just after the others… Jace I need your help,” you motioned towards your arm, “I didn’t want to ask Alec and I can’t draw runes very well with my other hand-”

Wasting no time, Jace reached for his stele and gently held onto the underside of your arm as he drew the mark on your injury. He felt you suck in your breath as he drew over the wound.

“It’s okay,” he comforted you, “you’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.”

He barely had time to realise what he had just said, too busy trying to not screw up the mark, as a slight whimper left your mouth, causing his body to stiffen.

The air in the room had seemed to have thickened. As Jace finished the rune, he looked up at you with a gentle smile as if to say ‘all done.’ This was the first time he had ever smiled at you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching up to his face to wipe off some of the dirt, “Jace, you're filthy!”

He was going to something back, maybe along the lines of ‘i can be if you want’, but instead he leaned in towards you. The feeling of your skin on his drove him crazy, he had been craving it for months and now he finally had it he couldn’t hold back. Your lips brushed against each other, and you felt him swallow hard before tangling his hand into your hair and pulling you close, kissing you as if he would never kiss again.

Neither of you could quite believe what was happening, and neither of you wanted to stop. It was as if your prayers had been answered, you could not ask for anything more than this, than him.

“Jace,” you whisper as he pulls back for air. You were going to say something but he cut you off.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confesses, “when I couldn’t find you after the battle in the city I assumed you…” he couldn’t seem to say it, the one simple word. As if saying it would make it become true, “and it made me regret everything, I should’ve told you sooner, I shouldn’t have been such a dick towards you. I’m sorry, y/n.”

You couldn’t believe what he had said, he didn’t hate you and he even apologised? Jace wasn’t one to apologise very often, Alec had mentioned once. He’d always be so honest, even if it meant being mean.

Without replying to him, you pulled him back towards you again, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours. His tongue swiped on your bottom lip as he tugged on your hair, causing you to gasp, your mouth opening enough for him to slip his tongue in, deepening the kiss. Everything about this felt so intimate, you had never been kissed this way before. It had even caused tingles in your lower belly, and you knew there was only one way to relieve yourself of them.

As Jace’s hands slipped under your t-shirt, you knew how this was going to go. Thinking quickly, you pulled back from the kiss and smirked, running your fingers through his hair.

“Why don’t we take a shower?” Your tone was very suggestive, there was no way in hell that Jace would turn you down.

“Sounds great, I was going to mention how you smell like pond water- Hey!” You smacked his shoulder playfully, standing up from his bed and taking his hand, leading him into his bathroom.

Once you shut the door, you pushed Jace against it, making sure to lock it before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level and crashing your lips together once more. This time was a lot more heated, as Jace played with the hem of your shirt, before lifting it up and over your head, breaking the kiss briefly and throwing it to the floor. You could tell he was quite experienced by the way he easily unclasped your bra, making you feel slightly worried- you had only slept with one boy, and he only lasted two minutes.

As your bra fell to the floor, Jace pulled back from the kiss, his mouth now kissing down your chest, to your breasts and finally your nipples. They quickly hardened with arousal as Jace’s lips wrapped around them, your hands stroking his hair as your mouth fell open. You had never been so turned on. You needed him, now.

“Jace,” you whimpered, “I thought we were gonna take a shower?”

“We will, darling. But you want this, right?” He checks, you tell him how you’ve never wanted anything else more in your entire life, only boosting his ego- in the moment, you couldn’t care less.

As Jace pulled away again, you felt cold at the lack of his touch. He started undressing, leaving both your clothes a messy pile on the tiled floor. As you began to undo your belt and slide your jeans down your legs, his hands stopped you. He took your hands and lifted them away as his hands slipped into your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear, throwing them to the side.

As he went to turn on the water, you noticed that you were both bare, exposed in front of each other. He motioned his finger ‘come here’, and so you followed him. He took your hand as he pulled you into the shower with him. You couldn’t help but giggle as the water fell on the both of you, it was rather cold- Jace noticed this and reached over you, as he pulled back the water started to become warmer.

You both stood and admired each other, you took in the scars on his skin, old wounds that would have possibly been fatal for any ordinary human. As he looked at you, he was also drawn to your scars, but also your curves. He couldn’t help but rest his hand on your hip, then his eyes betrayed him and you caught him staring between your legs.

Slightly flushed in embarrassment, you picked up his shampoo bottle. Pouring some into your left hand, you spun around him, so he was now under the water, facing the wall as you ran your fingers through his hair, working the shampoo in and washing out the dirt and blood that had dried in his blonde locks. As it washed out in the water, you couldn’t help but watch in awe as his hands ran through his hair, the way he always did.

Then it was your turn. After pouring the shampoo into his hands, Jace pulled you close against him as his fingers ran through your hair, he massaged your scalp as he worked in the shampoo. It felt too good. As he accidently caught a knot in your hair, you let out a small gasp and he chuckled, wanting to tug on your hair again- but he decided to save that for later.

He took the bottle of body wash from the small shelf in his shower and worked it into his hands, before rubbing it across your body.

“Sorry, love, but you’re going to have to smell like me.” He couldn’t help but start at your breasts, massaging them with the bubbles, before working down your arms, neck, stomach, back- and finally, your legs. As he washed your legs, he got down on his knees. You almost moaned at the sight of it. He poured out some more body wash and began washing your left thigh, moving down to your knee, then your calf, your ankle, and foot. He then repeated this on your other leg. As he washed you, he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your pussy, you were practically dripping.

He quickly finishes, standing again as you now start to wash him. You feel as his body eases under your touch, your hands move from his back to his arms, making sure to clean all the dirt from his skin. You’d never imagine Jace being this vulnerable with someone, but this wasn’t anyone, this was you. You moved down, now to his legs, you try your hardest not to look between his legs, knowing how it’ll make you feel, so you carry on down his legs.

Despite your inexperience in bed physically, you had come up with many scenarios in your mind. One of them was riding Jace’s thigh, and as your hand rubbed the bubbles into his skin, your mouth was practically watering at the thought all over again.

“All done,” you smile, standing back up again. Saying no more, Jace pushes you against the wall, his hands on your waist as the water continues to fall on you both. He connects your lips once more, the last time had been more desperate, now this was full of love, passion, want.

You bring your arms to wrap around his neck again, partially for balance. His kisses trail from your lips to your jaw and down your neck, where you feel him begin to nibble the skin, sure to leave some bruising for tomorrow.

“Can I go down on you?” He asks against your neck, his kisses now moving down to your collarbone, “please?”

This completely threw you off, Jace was asking to go down on you?

“Please. Nobody’s ever done that before.” You confess. He lifts his head back up, giving you a look that says ‘seriously?’.

“Then I’ll be the first, darling. You’ll never forget it.” He says, smirk spreading across his face as he kisses down your chest to your tummy, and gets back down on his knees again. You feel those familiar tingles as he spreads your legs, placing one of them up on his shoulder. “If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, sweetheart. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod your head, biting down on your lip as you feel his fingers begin to spread your folds, his mouth placing a delicate kiss on your clit. His tongue then began to lick around the nub, gently flicking it up and down as you groaned, your hand coming down to his head. His mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked slowly, stopping for a moment and then sucking again. You felt your core clenching down on nothing, you wished he’d slip a finger into you, but one of his hands was wrapped around your thigh, holding you in place, and the other was holding your hand.

You were left gasping for air as you felt his teeth graze your clit, the new sensation clouded your brain, it seemed the only words you were now capable of saying were ‘Jace’ and ‘please’. This only encouraged him to tease you further. He wanted to ruin you for any other man, make sure that nothing could ever compare to the pleasure he gave you.

As he started sucking on your clit again, you began grinding down on his face. Then you felt your stomach tighten, this was more intense than any orgasm you had ever given yourself with just your fingers. You hadn’t yet realised you were holding your breath, but as you came on his face you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan.

“Holy shit,” you heard Jace say from between your thighs. His fingers now toying with your clit, causing you to squirm from the overstimulation. “I’ve never made anyone squirt before, that was insane!” He grins, wiping his face as he rises to his feet again. He notices you burying your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot.” He says, moving your hands away from your face, cupping your cheek as he places a kiss on your lips, causing you to taste yourself. As he pulled you closer to him, in attempt to deepen the kiss, you slightly pushed him back, plucking up the courage to ask him-

“Can I go down on you?”

He eagerly nodded his head.

“Only if you want to, of course.” He says.

“I want to try it. I’ve never done it before.” You say, settling yourself on your knees in front of him. Before you reach your hand out to touch him, he stops you- you worry that you’ve already done something wrong and look up at him.

“What have you done before, darling?” He asks, not a single hint of judgement in his voice as he strokes your cheek again.

“Only the actual… act.” You explain, “it didn’t last very long, either.”

He frowns, looking down at you sympathetically.

“Poor baby,” if this was in any other situation, you would’ve smacked him. But right now wasn’t the time, “it’s okay, I’ll teach you.” He says, removing his hands from you. You take his cock in your hand, although it was too big for just one hand. You begin pumping it in your fist, but you worried this wouldn’t be enough, “if you want, you could use your mouth,” Jace says between pants. Like him, just the sight of you on your knees for him was enough to make him cum. You take the tip of him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out. You hear him moan your name, knowing you must be doing something right, you continue your actions.

Soon, deciding you wanted to change it up again, you attempt to take his entire length in your mouth, although you ended up gagging after taking just over half of him. His hand comes down to your wet hair, stroking your head, telling you to only do what you’re comfortable with- but after giving you the best orgasm of your life, you feel like you owed him this.

So you try again, hollowing your cheeks and you manage to take more of him down your throat. His hand comes down to hold you in place, forgetting in the moment that this is your first time and that he should be gentle, but you didn’t want him to hold back. You gagged around him again, and he quickly removed his hand, cursing himself and apologising to you. But all you did was take his hand again, putting it back where it was and looking up at him as if to say ‘it’s okay.’

You suspected he was close, words fell from his mouth such as ‘good girl, taking my cock like this’, ‘your mouth feels like heaven’, ‘look at you, with my cock stuffed down your throat’, ‘my pretty little slut’. You loved hearing the words that came from his mouth, they only pushed you into taking him further, desperate for him to cum in your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, darling.” He warns you, but to his surprise you only suck harder on him, needing to taste him.

He was pushed over the edge when you looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded, he had never seen anything like it. The way you took his cock, every last inch, into your mouth. You felt his cum start to leak out into your mouth- to your surprise it tasted quite pleasant, unlike what your friends described it as, but maybe it was just because it was Jace.

You swallowed every last drop, taking him out of your mouth when you knew you’d worked him through his high. You opened your mouth for him, showing him how you had taken his seed. All he could do was moan, and smile down at you.

You stood back up, holding onto him for support as your knees ached. You were so desperate for him to fuck you now, you felt your hips grinding into his without you even realising it.

“I need you,” you whisper against his neck, peppering him with kisses, “I need you to show me what it’s like to get fucked properly.”

Your words seemed to have the same effect on him as his did on you, as you heard his breath hitch and his hands grabbed your hips.

“Then I don’t think we should do it in the shower, baby.” He says before he turns the water off and helps you step out of the shower. He reaches for a couple towels, wrapping you up in one and him in the other as he leads you back to his room. You begin to dry yourself as he goes to double lock the door- you guess that he had been walked in on before. You try not to think too hard about Jace’s love life.

Once you were dried, you didn’t bother getting dressed, you just laid back on Jace’s bed like he instructed you to do. He smirked when he came back and saw you doing what he had asked.

When he was dry, he joined you on the bed. Leaning on top of you as he connects your lips again, his hand coming down to cup your heat.

“You touch yourself, right?” He asks, to which you nod your head. Afraid that opening your mouth will cause you to moan out loudly again, “of course you do,” he smirks, “I’ve heard you late at night. Such a dirty girl… show me.” He whispers, leaning back, his eyes on you.

You try to catch your breath, but it was impossible in this situation. Your right hand moves down your body, reaching where you need him the most. You rubbed your clit with your middle finger in tight circles, small gasps leaving your mouth as Jace just chuckled.

“You can do better than that.” Jace states, and you begin to go faster, feeling as your stomach tightens, you bite down on your free hand to stop the moans and whimpers spilling out, but he moved it, “I need to hear you, love.” He says.

As you were on the edge on another orgasm, Jace takes your hand in his, making you whine beneath him. He just continues to smirk, enjoying the sounds you make for him. Sounds you’ve made only for him.

“Jace,” you whisper, your hand tangling in his damp hair as his mouth comes down to your nipples again, “I need you.”

“Where, darling?”

“Inside me. Need to feel you here.” You say, taking one of his hands and placing it on your belly. It’s as if you flipped a switch, he licks over your hardened bud once more before spreading your legs apart for him as far as they could go, his cock pressing against you as his hand holds your hip.

“You ready?” He asks, his thumb stroking where he held your hip.

“Yes,” you moan, wanting to just take him and shove him inside you already.

You knew it would hurt, the size of him and your experience wouldn’t go well together, but you seemed to forget he was also rather experienced. As he begins to push himself into you, he whispers praises into your ear and he kisses down your neck.

“Taking me so well, good girl. I know you can do it.” He says, your eyes were screwed shut as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it when you were in discomfort. But once he was fully in, he paused for a moment, kissing you on the lips before telling you, “I’ll move when you’re ready, okay? Just let me know when.”

You were so grateful for how caring he had become in this moment, the thought of losing you had made him appreciate you more. He was so careful with you, but once you were both comfortable enough, you wanted that to change.

“You can move.” You whisper into his ear, and he begins to move his hips, thrusting himself in and out of you. Rubbing against your walls deliciously, each time you clenched around him you heard him groan slightly.

As his pace quickened, you let go of his hair and flopped against his mattress, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You had truly never felt anything like it. The way he angled his hips caused him to brush against the special spot inside of you, causing your vision to blur and your mind to become fuzzy.

“Feels good?” Jace asks, knowing it clearly felt wonderful. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Taking me so well.”

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you feel a sudden pressure on your lower stomach and you look up to see Jace pressing down with his hand. Each time he thrusted into you, you felt like you were going to explode.

Drunk off the feeling of his cock, you look into his eyes. It was such an innocent thing to do, but the words that were about to leave your mouth were far from it.

“Jace,” you said between breaths, “I need you to cum inside me, please, please, need you to fill me up, all the way…” You trail off as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, reaching deeper into you than you thought was possible.

“Look at you beginning for my cum,” he chuckles, his voice dripping in lust, “sweet little whore, wanting me to show her how it feels to get fucked right, now wanting me to fill her up.” His words only made you worse, you couldn’t think straight as you clenched around him even more, “so desperate, aren’t you, darling? But you asked so nicely. Make a mess on my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, okay?”

You nod your head, not knowing what you had agreed to exactly, but if Jace was offering something who were you to turn it down?

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He says, leaning over you again, his arm beside you, supporting him. You do as you're told, and he spits into your mouth. You hold it there for a moment before swallowing, opening your mouth again to show him you had indeed swallowed it.

Eager to make you finish before him, he pushes himself back up and begins toying with your clit again, knowing how sensitive it had now become, pinching it, rubbing it between his fingers, rubbing it in tight circles, trying to figure out what you like best.

“Jace!” You gasp, “I’m gonna…”

“Do it. Cum around my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, darling.” He pants.

And before you know it, your body begins to squirm underneath him as you see white. You can only moan out his name and profanities. Your head was thrown back, your arms coming up lay on the pillows beside you. Jace lifts you by the hips, holding you as close as he possibly can before letting himself go inside of you. He holds you there for a moment whilst he comes undone, as if you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.

“Jace,” you whisper, his body collapsing beside yours.

“Holy shit.” He gasps, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. “Y/n, I love you. I have done since I first met you, I was just… scared. Scared you wouldn’t like me back. I know this is a lot to take in but-”

“I love you too,” you giggle, still coming down from the pure ecstasy he had gave to you, “I… I can’t think straight right now, baby. Let’s talk about it later. Right now I just want to cuddle.” You say, snuggling up to his chest.

“I guess I quite literally fucked your brains out.” Jace said, earning a half-hearted slap on the shoulder from you. “Sorry.” He added, his fingers playing with your damp hair as you fell asleep on his chest.

#jace wayland smut #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower smut #jace herondale smut #jamie bower #jace wayland #jamie bower smut #jamie bower x reader

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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How about like a post winter soldier-ification. So someone got a hold of Alec to make him into the perfect weapon. So the finding and healing after the fact?

Uh… this is definitely sort of like that. It’s based on the prompt I just… it went places

:) I hope you enjoy!

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“I know you have a weapon, stolen from the clave.” Clarissa says, eager as she finally explains why the young, apparently runed shadowhunter gets to her point. She’d cornered Magnus in a club, her blonde scowling bodyguard scowling at her side.

Magnus accepted only to get information and now he finds that he has gained quite a bit.

After all, he didn’t know the clave was still spouting those lies.

“I stole nothing from the clave.” Magnus hisses and any goodwill he had for the little girl he remembers allowing to hide with her mother in his territory is gone. “I took back something they stole from me and what I took was not a weapon, Clarissa Fray.”

“But it was something that can help! Whatever it is! It’s powerful enough that even the Inquisitor wants it!”

Magnus doesn’t hesitate to lift her by the neck, magic circling around her neck.

“Who told you to come here?” Magnus demands, his magic flaring as he demands the truth.

“Isabelle Lightwood!” Clarissa gasps out, “she's the weapons specialist of the Iron Sisters, she said to come and ask you for help. When we asked Jace’s grandmother about you, she told us you’d stolen a weapon.”

“So it only took Isabelle forty-three years to betray us.” Magnus sneers and he laughs, bitter and bold as his magic flexes, threatening to crush Carissa’s larynx.

Blondie is still unconscious in the foyer and Magnus laughs, because Clarissa is struggling and she looks betrayed.

She can never feel as betrayed as Magnus has and does.

“When you see Isabelle Lightwood next, remind her of what happened the last time she spoke without thinking. She seems to have forgotten

“My darling Alexander.” Magnus murmurs longingly as he traces the smooth plane of Alexander’s face. He presses his lips to Alexander’s brow and then slowly lets his magic wake his love up.

“Magnus?” His perfect, amazing boy asks, voice hoarse with days upon days of forced sleep. “It’s morning?”

Magnus always wakes his darling at night, easing him back to their world in the time they know the best.

“Alexander.” Magnus breathes out, letting the cold facade he’s worn for nearly half a century melt away. “Beloved, say my name again?”

“Magnus—“ Alexander whispers immediately and he reaches out, fingers trembling as they clutch Magnus' skin.

“Isabelle betrayed us.” Magnus whispers and Alexander stiffens in his arms, “the clave sent hunters sniffing around for a weapon. We need to speed it up darling.”

“You said no, last time. That you wouldn’t do it.”

“I did.” Magnus whispers because he'd rather only have Alexander for a single day a year than risk losing him or even put him through more pain. However, he also will not allow the clave to think they can claim Alexander as a weapon.

Magnus has hoarded and protected his rightfully claimed treasure for decades now. He will not let the clave think they can still what they consider a relic for him, not when their supposed weapon is the love of his life.

“I’ve reconsidered.” Is all Magnus will say, because he will cause Alexander pain if it means keeping him. “I’ll contact Ragnor and Catarina, let them know I’ll need them. The Labyrinth is ready, I’ve paid to keep a warded wing ready at all times for our use.”

Alexander gives him a weak smile as he leans away, yawning as he blinks away sleep.

“I won’t have long, this time.” He warns and Magnus can feel the ache in his voice.

“I know—“ Magnus whispers because he can feel the angelic horror twining around his love’s soul. The pain Magnus already feels.

The same pain that led to Magnus slaughtering an entire coven of vampires.

And perchance, as Magnus tries new arrays and rituals, a few warlocks who annoy him disappear.

Perhaps a dozen or so werewolves disappear during the super moons and eclipses disappear.

The seelie queen has lost a few hundred of her subjects, payment for her many missteps.

One of which cost Magnus dearly. He plucks them over the years, the power of their immortal lives helping him subjugate the angelic curse into submission.

And of course, any nephilim who stray into any traps Magnus lays are harvested.

For nothing can compare to the being Magnus currently holds between his palms.

He kisses Alexander, unable to resist him a moment longer and they share breath and caresses for rare, soft luxurious moments.

Until Alexander starts to stiffen against him and Magnus pulls away, spell already on his lips as Alexander’s eyes turn a cold unfeeling, unthinking blue.

As Alexander fades to a body containing too much angelic core for a personality to survive.

“Rest, my heart.” Magnus soothes quietly as his magic catches and puts Alexander to sleep. “I’ll protect you till you wake, my Alexander.”

#lumine writes #writing wednesdays #writing Wednesday #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #immortal husbands #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 1 year

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He needed to leave right this second, he could not deal with Izzy. She would know. Izzy always did.

“Home.”

Isabelle sighed, made him look at her, “Brooklyn or the fourth floor.”

“Iz, please.”

“Go home, Alec.”

Everyone kept saying that but Alec was trying.

He wanted to go home.

His heart pounded in his chest and Alec could feel it growing, feel it thrumming to the surface. He knew it would be any minute before he was going to find himself in a full blown panic attack.

He needed to get out of here right now.

“I am trying but you would not let me.”

“Alec, you cannot keep on going like this.”

Alec ran his hands through his hair in frustration, “Iz, please. I had a horrible, horrible day. I can’t do this right now.”

They say that lovers create a language of their own- a language that no one but them is privy to. But what happens when one of them has forgotten that language? Is the love forgotten too? Dr. Magnus Lightwood-Bane and Alec Lightwood-Bane have been together for six years when Magnus meets with a tragedy of his own making and loses the past six years of his life. Amongst a few crucial things, Magnus loses the memory of how he acquired Edom Hospital, his success as an acclaimed Neurosurgeon across the country and most importantly—his husband and the love of his life, Alec Lightwood-Bane. Magnus wakes up in 2016 with no memory of Alec Lightwood but complete memory of his ex-girlfriend, who he’s supposed to be in love with at the time. Yet another amnesia au filled with angst and angst and angst because there can never be too many of them.

Chapter I of Hope Is A Dangerous Thing

tag list: @elettralightwood @khaleesiofalicante @noah-herondale-lightwood @carelessflower @anarchistbitch @dustandducks @pocketoffeels @thelightofthebane @thepaintedlady @ignisaurumprobat9 @magnus-the-maqnificent @raziyekroos @dandeliononthemoon @literallytypogod @delightfullyterrible @alec-not-alright-wood @kita-no @learningshelfcontrol @lifeofpatterns (let me know if anyone wants to be added or removed)

#it has arrived fam!!!#hope is a dangerous thing #hiadt #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #malec fics

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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Tease - Alec Lightwood x ftm!reader

A repost of a fic from a few months ago because fuck tumblr for flagging it and then denying my appeal that's it just a fucking fanfic

You had been teasing Alec all day, between the longing stares and the gentle touches in not so appropriate places he was losing it.

The day finally comes to an end and he pounces on you the minute you walk through your apartment door.

You're pressed against the door, Alec's thigh between your legs as he kisses you.

"I'm sorry is there something you wanted Mr. Lightwood?" You tease, grinding down on his thigh.

"Yeah, I want to fuck my husband until you forget your own name," he groans, picking you up with ease and carrying you to your bedroom.

He lays you comfortably on the pillows, both of you hastily removing your clothes.

He positions himself between your legs, eagerly spreading them apart and wasting no time diving in.

"Alec," you moan as his tongue glides through your pussy.

He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, slipping a finger inside and pumping it tantalizingly slow.

Your hands go to his head, tangling in his hair and tugging, "faster Alec."

"Louder," he orders.

"Please, please go faster!" You beg.

He leaves wet and messy kisses on your thighs, adding a second finger making you throw your head back and finally moving them at the pace you need.

His fingers curl upwards while he sucks on your clit and your thighs clamp around his head, hips uncontrollably raising in the air.

"Oh my God Alec!" You shout as his mouth and fingers never falter making your climax last as long as it possibly could.

Once he decides you've had enough he removes his fingers and you watch him suck them clean.

"Get up here," you order and he happily obliges.

You taste yourself on his lips and feel his throbbing cock against you.

"You know I hate it when you tease me," he says now teasing you by pressing the tip of his dick into your sensitive clit, "if I could I would fuck you on every surface in the institute."

"Well we already have had plenty of fun in your office… and the training room," you joke but gasp when his cock slides to your entrance.

"Remember when Jace nearly caught you riding my face on the couch in my office," he laughs, guiding his cock inside you.

"Or that time I wore the vibrator all day and you nearly gave us away when you turned it all the way up while I was talking with Isabelle," you say, slowly rocking your hips to meet his.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to stay quiet when you cum," he says finding a steady pace to fuck you to.

"And it's not my fault my husband is so damn sexy and gives me the best orgasms," you moan.

Alec grins and nips at your collarbone, hands desperately grasping at any part of your body.

The bed frame hits the wall over and over again as he roughly fucks you.

"Alec I'm gonna cum again," you groan and he reaches down, rubbing firm circles over your clit.

You cry out his name when your second climax hits you, Alec's hips never slowing while you ride it out.

You wrap your arms around his neck, sloppily kissing him and less than a minute later he's cumming inside you.

"Fuck you feel so good," he says letting out every last drop.

"You still hate me teasing you," you crack.

"Never, I love you Y/N," he says.

"I love you too," you smile.

#shadowhunters imagine #alec lightwood imagine #alec lightwood x reader #x male reader #x ftm reader #fic

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darcyolsson · 11 months

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loved your post defending clary but what is your opinion on jace??? i feel like he's equally controversial

you know how sometimes rereading books a few years later changes your opinion on certain characters entirely bc instead of being some older hot brooding hero they're now just some kid in your eyes. that's me with jace right now

in fact you may have asked his at the perfect moment because i had a whole breakdown about this last night in the group chat last night i feel like this text sums it up quite well

he has 2 to 6 parents depending on how you look at it and for at least 17 years none of them ever loved him. he was fully prepared to go back to his cartoonishly evil kidapper dad who physically abused him bc at least there he felt wanted. he just wanted maryse to read him a bedtime story when he was 10 like she did for alec and isabelle. she never did. he just wants to be loved so so desperately. he can be genuinely hilarious and charming but now i'm looking back on it, it mostly reads like that too is just a way he taught himself to get the attention he wants so desperately. it's implied that he's been suicidal/has engaged in acts of self-harm since he arrived with the lightwoods when he was literally 10.

i think most people (me included!!) just remember him as a sarcastic rude asshole which to be fair is very much who he is HOWEVER every single time we get jace pov he reveals another 5 reasons why he's actually kind of valid in his assholery. this boy is playing DSM-5 bingo and babes his card is FULL and it's literally so upsetting to read. he's just a very sad kid and i'm literally on my way to nyc adoption papers in hand

#absolutely 100% forgot all of this btw. i was literally not prepared. every jace pov makes me want to CRY #i think most ppl me included just remember him as being a dick. which is fair bc he is. but also HE'S JUST A KID!!!!#HE'S JUST BABY !!! i'm pro calling him out on his bullshit because he's very annoying sometimes but HES JUST BABY #when he mentioned he could hear maryse sing to alec and izzy through the walls that broke me #'you were never afraid of the dark' 'what 10 year old isn't afraid of the dark' MARYSE WHEN I FIND YOU #(btw parents = the lightwoods (+ the herondales and valentine)#vic reads tmi #tmi

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alastairstom · 6 months

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About your post on how TID/TLH Tessa and modern-day Tessa are different characters. I had to come and give you my two cents, because Tessa is my girl, my favourite FMC in TSC, and I love her, and if I have the opportunity to talk about her, I do it. I hope you don't mind me rambling about my favourite FMC of all time. Tessa has a special place in my heart.

From my reading and rereading of the series, and short stories, I don’t see a lot of change in her character, and I read her character development as a natural continuation. For me 2015 Tessa is the same as 1903 Tessa, BUT with more confidence and maturity.

We start with TID Tessa. She’s 16, a baby, orphaned, and has no family except her ass of a brother/cousin/whatever Nate was. We see a girl who is a product of her time (weirded by Charlotte fighting), but also, someone ready and willing to learn more/adapt. I mean, two chapters in, and she’s ready to go on a mission with Magnus and Will. Throughout the series, we see that she is very smart and willing to help, but what differentiates her from 2010 YA FMC is that he does not reject what is traditionally seen as feminine. Tessa likes clothes and pretty dresses (that scene in CA when she doesn’t want to dirty her dress), she buys pretty hats that match her dresses, etc. She is a very curious girl, who likes to know everything, likes to gossip (her chitchats with Sophie), and likes match-making people (her trying to match Sophie with different men).

She is very courageous, but also very protective of the people she loves. We see that with Nate when he arrives at the institute, and he is giving texte books ass whole, and two thousand red flags. She does that because he is her brother and because she is a product of her time, always giving chances to men, and she'll do anything to make him safe. However, she also does it to Will, even though she does not know him well in the beginning, and he already annoyed her at least 5 times since she arrived. Ex: when they meet Gabriel for the 1st time, and he insults Jem, and Will starts fighting with him):

“ You heard me. Telling someone you wouldn’t be sorry if they died! It’s inexcusable!” She took hold of Will by the sleeve. “Come along, Will. This—this person—obviously isn’t worth wasting your time on.”

Will looked hugely entertained. “So true.”

“You—you—” Gabriel, stammering slightly, looked at Tessa in an alarmed sort of way. “You haven’t the slightest idea of the things he’s done—”

“And I don’t care, either. You’re all Nephilim, aren’t you? Well, aren’t you? You’re supposed to be on the same side.” Tessa frowned at Gabriel. “I think you owe Will an apology.”

Now, she does not know Will well, yet she takes his defence because she has been living with them. He is the one who got her out of prison and saved her etc. I always thought Tessa was a good character reader, and once she gives her trust, she becomes protective of them. She is literally telling Gabriel, that Will is her people, and nobody touches her people. We see this side of her, the protective side show up throughout the series, with Will, Jem, and when Sophie starts going out with Gideon. When she tells her to be careful, because she attended the Lightwood ball, and it was a mess, and she does not want her friend to be hurt again.

Now, going on to TLH. She is still the same protective woman and becomes maternal too. Tessa likes to fight and go on missions, but I feel like she only does them when she is asked to. Contrary to the other FMC in TSC, like Isabelle, Clary and Emma who literally want to be a great warrior and become the next Jace. I feel like, Tessa does it because it’s her duty, but only when she has to.

We also discover that she likes to help run the institute with her husband, and goes on missions with him when needed, but she's definitely not the head. That is Will. We don't see her arguing or taking Clave decisions during those meetings. It's always Will. I know this is because the Clave doesn't accept her and doesn't want to give her a chance, but at the same time, I don't read her as someone who wants to do bureaucratic stuff either. On the other hand, we see her doing a lot of domestic things, like throwing balls and parties and decorating the institute. She is someone who likes to be in a cosy room, reading books, talking about them with her husband, and children, travelling, having some adventures, and gossiping with her friends. When she gives advice, it is always a wise one, but it also comes from her protective, and maternal side. Even though she matures in TLH, by becoming a mother, and taking responsibilities as an adult, she is still very sheltered. We know the Herondales keep to themselves because the Clave sucks, and have prejudices against her and her children. She is still very protected and still has her community. Nobody will do anything to her, because Charlotte, Will and all her friends will protect her, and they are enough for her. She has a husband, kids, and eventually grandkids, her friends and their children, she has a community to count on.

Now, after Will’s death, and all her friends are dying one after another, and later her children, she is confronted with what it means to be immortal, and not having her usual support and community. She goes to live with Magnus, and he introduces her to all his Downworlder friends. She becomes friend with Catarina, Malcolm and Ragnor, and start to learn how to be a warlock. And later starts befriending Raphael and so on. This era in her life, where the only person she knows from her old life is Magnus (I don’t count Zachariah, he can’t do much), is the era where she learns and discovers to be herself. She learns how to be a warlock, goes on adventures by herself, or with friends, and learns how to assert herself, but at the same time still keeps her protective/maternal side. We see that in The Last Stand of the New York Institute. Her speech to Jocelyn is very harsh, but she is still willing to help her and goes all the way to do that in secret.

However, we know that Warlocks are not really into staying together. Magnus says it himself. Warlocks can go for decades before contacting each other. And I think this is something that affects her a lot, and why she stays for a long time in the Spiral Labyrinth, and only comes back at the end of CoHF, once Jem is back.

In the epilogue, she is dreading Jem telling her he is going back to an institute:

“But—after today? Where will you go? To Idris?”

He looked, for a moment, honestly bewildered—and despite how old she knew him to be, so young. “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve never had a lifetime to plan for before.”

“Then … to another Institute?” Don’t go, Tessa wanted to say. Stay. Please.”

And she is happy when he tells her he can��t go back because he doesn’t know how to be a shadowhunter without a parabatai. And what does Tessa do, she starts living with Jem, and she goes on adventures, and missions with him (saving Kit, and helping Alec and Rafael), and eventually goes back to her ideal life. Having a house, a husband, being a mother, reading books, protecting her kids, having dinners with her friends and their kids (Well mostly Magnus and Alec), learning about her magic, and sometimes going on missions when needed.

I always read Tessa as a domestic FMC, and I love her for that. She is incredibly strong and becomes wise with time and life experiences, but at the same time, always true to herself. A woman who loves fashion, books and gossiping. And that’s why for me, her character is still the same, and very continuous. Her character development makes sense to me. She is ready to discover new horizons, but always coming back to a tranquil life.

Sorry, this is very long, but I just love her.

I don't really have anything to add to this, but this is generally 100% correct and I adore it. Tessa is one of my all-time favourite characters too, particularly TID/TLH Tessa - the only characters ever I prefer are Matthew and Alastair and maybe Thomas. Definitely my favourite girl/FMC.

I think that a lot of her traits do feel cohesive and carry on from series to series, but I think that a lot of her fire and spirit are gone in the modern content, if that makes sense. There are probably a lot of reasons for this - Will brought those things out in her and he's dead, and also just the cycles of trauma and grief that she's been through have changed her a lot.

But for me, that sarcasm and that sass and that brightly-burning essence and that love for life and rashness and impulsiveness are traits that I loved in Tessa. They're traits that made her interesting and relatable and even flawed when they went too far. And also her independence. I feel like she's lost a lot of that "she was too much herself to belong to anyone else" after, honestly, getting back together with Jem (I'm sorry, I'm trying to keep this minimal on Jessa criticism, but her relationship with Jem/the way that it's written is so tied to the Changes in Tessa I Don't Like.)

I really wish we could see the Tessa/Ragnor/Raphael gossip circle, lol. I do feel like I see a bit of the old Tessa when she's with Magnus, who as you acknowledged is the only person who knew her in her former life. We also know that she's still a funny prankster since Ragnor thought that Alec was her in disguise, which I love. The thing is, we see none of that on page. We see her essentially become a boring, muted housewife, and I think this is actually what makes her relationship with Jem and her presence in post-TLH content so hard for me to stomach.

I also read her as domestic - but only to a point. Like, yeah, she loves clothes, but she's also not afraid in TID to ruin a wedding dress in battle. She decorates the Institute in TLH and adds balconies because that's where, pardon my assumptions and my French, she and Will fuck. Shadowhunter coats of arms hang up with weaponry by bookshelves and ballrooms, and I love that for her, but where is that fire and where are those contradictions now?

I'm sorry that these ramblings are out of order, but I really think we need to see more of her between TLH and TMI in order to understand her as cohesive. Like, as you mentioned, her time in the Spiral Labyrinth - what happened there? We only saw the Spiral Labyrinth once in a story about Jem, which obviously makes so much sense because Jem's a character that belongs in the Spiral Labyrinth 🥴 I want to see Tessa there and talking to other warlocks. What was her job there? What did she do? What the hell do warlocks do there, anyway?

I think we can divide Tessa's life into 3 stages: the Will stage as a Shadowhunter, the warlock stage with her friends, and the Jem stage as a housewife. Unfortunately, we see so little of the EXTREMELY COMPELLING second stage that the latter is jarring and a little painful to watch for me.

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nandawrites · 5 months

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Divine Cruelty

Fandom: The Mortal Instruments, The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Ship: Malec (Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood)

Summary: “You are very cruel, did you know that?”

There was a startled silence on the other end of the line and Magnus realised that no, Alec didn’t know.

A/N: One of my goals for 2024 is to clear out my wip folder so I started with this one that just needed some finishing touches. I started it back in 2016 after a TMI reread and it's based on the scene where Alec calls Magnus to help them rescue Jace from Valentine's boat with some insights from The Bane Chronicles. I had plans to make it a whole long thing, but looking at it now I think it's fine the way it is.

Sorry if I confused anything from the books, I haven't reread TMI in a couple of years. But I hope you all still like it!

If you prefer, also read it on AO3!

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“You are very cruel, did you know that?”

There was a startled silence on the other end of the line and Magnus realised that no, Alec didn’t know. He didn’t have the slightest clue what he had been doing to him, what he was doing to him right now, had no idea how Magnus felt or how much every word that left his mouth made his heart ache. Magnus felt a bolt of rage flaming up inside him, because how dare Alexander Lightwood have all this power over him and be just so damn clueless about it? He had always known the other was blatantly honest and innocent, only now he realised it wasn’t innocence, he was just plainly ignorant of everyone and everything in the world that weren’t him and that damned walking nuisance of a parabatai of his, and-

And he had to stop there because even as he thought it, he knew it wasn’t true. Alec was acutely aware of everyone around him, always there to help them. He was blatantly honest and innocent, without any shield or armour between his soul and the world; it was what had caught Magnus’ attention at first, after all. And while it was true he seemed massively ignorant of his impact on Magnus, the warlock couldn’t hold it against him, because he didn’t have any ill-intent with it. It wasn’t Alec’s fault ignorance could be just as, if not more, harmful than malice.

He passed his hand through his hair and hung his head, defeated. He was done for, he couldn’t even bear to truly stay mad at the boy for more than a few seconds. The anger was gone and all it left behind was a gaping nothingness, a dull ache of resigned sorrow and futile love. Because this is what it was, wasn’t it? The touch of angels in its purest form. Magnus had to press his knuckles against his mouth not to let out a bitter laugh.

“Magnus, I…” The voice that sounded from the other end of the line was small and uncertain and Magnus promptly cut it off, he didn’t want to think about Alec hurting when his own feelings were the ones that had just been blindly shattered.

“Don’t. Forget it. I’ll send you an address, forward it to Clary and tell her and the others to meet me there.”

“So you are helping us?” The question was hopeful, excited even, as if Magnus agreeing to help was a welcome surprise, as if Alec really thought he had presented him with a choice. Magnus knew there had never truly been any.

“Yes, I am helping you”, he responded flatly, and if he had put a bit of extra emphasis on that last word, it was lost when Alec pulled the phone away to pass the good news to Isabelle. Magnus hung up before the other had a chance to come back and start thanking him for it.

He stared down at the now black screen of his phone for a moment, feeling drained and unable to think for a while. An unwelcome memory wormed his way into his mind, a fleeting thought he had had a few weeks ago when things were calm and sweet and good and he had been foolish enough to let hope take him over.

Maybe Alexander Lightwood would not break his heart.

Yeah, right.

But now wasn’t the time to wallow in his own self-pity and foolish heart. Now he had a job to do, and a terribly important one at that. Bigger than anything he had had to deal with in the past few years. He couldn’t afford to let himself be distracted now.

Straightening himself up, he thought about what he would have to do and quickly formed a plan and a list of the things he would need to execute it. He opened his phone again and quickly typed in an address and sent it to Isabelle’s phone - trusting they would do as he had requested and pass it on to Clary -, before walking to his supplies cabinet and starting to separate what he would need.

He wasn’t thrilled about having to go against Valentine Morgenstern yet again, but if he could in any way be thankful for the fact a psychopathic maniac was planning to destroy the city, he would. Because at least it gave him something to do, a purpose, it allowed him to slip into a different mindset and just forget about his own problems for a while.

Right now, the High Warlock of Brooklyn was needed.

Magnus Bane and all the cruel angels that owned him would just have to wait.

#Malec #Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #TMI #the mortal instruments #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #city of ashes #fanfiction #writings #nandawrites #mine #outtakes #angst #AO3

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vierss-herondale · 2 years

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“There are a hundred trillion cells in the human body,” she said. “And every single one of the cells of my body loves you. We shed cells, and grow new ones, and my new cells love you more than the old ones, which is why I love you more every day than I did the day before. It’s science. And when I die and they burn my body and I become ashes that mix with the air, and part of the ground and the trees and the stars, everyone who breathes that air or sees the flowers that grow out of the ground or looks up at the stars will remember you and love you, because I love you that much.” -CoHF

“I can’t untie myself from you, Clary—not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don’t want to.” -CoG

“You were dead, and I brought you back. I upset the balance, not you. I opened the door for Lilith and her stupid ritual. I could have asked for anything, and I asked for you.” She tightened her grip on his shirt, her fingers white with cold and pressure. “And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland—Herondale—Lightwood—whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.” -CoFA

“There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.” -CoG

“I love you, Jace Herondale. I love you and I need you like light and air, like my chalk and my paint, like beautiful things in the world. In that prison full of thorns under the Unseelie Tower, I was all right because you were there with me.” -A Love that Never Tires

“And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before—bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it—but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.” -CoG

“‘Green to mend our broken hearts,’” he quoted. It was part of a Nephilim children’s rhyme, one Clary knew well. His eyelashes brushed her cheek; his voice was warm in her ear. “You mended my heart,” he whispered. “You picked up the pieces of a broken, angry boy and you made him into a happy man, Clary.” -A Long Conversation

“It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we’re on our own. But when I’m with you, I’m not.” -CoLS

“Do you remember,” he said, “when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn’t kill you—and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?”

Clary nodded.

“I always figured a demon would kill me,” he said. “A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn’t get to kiss you, and soon.”

“Clary licked her dry lips. “Well, you did,” she said. “Kiss me, I mean.”

He reached up and took a curl of her hair between his fingers. He was close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, smell his soap and skin and hair. “Not enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. “If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.” -CoLS

“My heart is your heart,” he said. “My hands are your hands.” -CoLS

“It’s a bit of the very last verse from Paradiso—Dante’s Paradise. ‘My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.’ Dante was trying to explain faith, I think, as an overpowering love, and maybe it’s blasphemous, but that’s how I think of the way that I love you. You came into my life and suddenly I had one truth to hold on to—that I loved you, and you loved me.” -CoFA

“You taught me it takes more bravery to love completely than it does to walk unarmed into a battle,” he said. “To love you and be loved by you is an honor, Clary.”

She grinned at him. “And what do I get in return for the honor?”

“My sparkling wit,” he said, starting to undo her zipper. “My charming company. My good looks. And . . .” He looked up at her, suddenly serious. “My heart, for all the days of my life.”

She bent to brush her lips across his. “And you have mine,” she said, and he wrapped his arms around her as the Institute clock chimed the witching hour and the midnight flower unfurled its white-gold petals, unnoticed. -A Love that Never Tires

“I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I’d break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had.” -CoG

“As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.” -CoG

The world, the city, and all its lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world. -CoFA

“You love each other—anyone can see that, looking at you—that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.” -CoFA

“You promise.”

“I swear on the Angel.” He ducked his head down, kissed her cheek. “The hell with that. I swear on us.”

Clary wound her fingers into the sleeve of his T-shirt. “Why us?”

“Because there isn’t anything I believe in more.” -CoFA

“Since I met you, Clary, you have been the blade in my hand, even when I carried no weapons. I could always fight any demons but my own. You were my sword and shield against every moment I felt worthless, against every moment I hated myself, against every time I thought I wasn’t good enough.”

He slid one of the rings onto his own finger and held the other one out to her. She nodded, feeling her eyes burn with tears, and reached out her hand: He slipped the adamas band onto her ring finger.

“I want to marry you,” he said. “Do you want to marry me?”

“Yes,” she said through the tears, “I was supposed to be asking you. You always get there first, you—”

“Not always, ” he said with a flash of his old grin, and took her into his arms. -A Love that Never Tires

“I really was sick," she said. "I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know."

He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. "I know," he said. "Every time you almost die, I almost die myself.” -CoA

“I thought I made you feel unsettled.”

“It’s been so long,” he said simply, “that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong.”- CoB

“You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.”

She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “But I don’t want anything else in the world.” -CoG

Maybe I went a little over board with this but oh well

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thelightofthebane · 8 months

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through the good and bad and all in between

Summary: Magnus was born a warlock. Magnus became a mundane for love and by self-sacrificing tendencies. Magnus turned into a vampire after an act of spite and revenge.

A story about survival, new identities, love through adversities, and accepting changes.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e17 Heavenly Fire, Vampire Magnus Bane, Turned without consent, Major Character Undeath, Immortal to Mortal to Immortal, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Boyfriend Alec Lightwood, Soft Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Cat & Alec friendship, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Rating: E

Chapters: 10

Words: Around 23k~

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2023: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

You can read it on AO3 or the seventh chapter below ~

Chapter 7 - I'm here to stay

There was an old saying that said that no news are good news. But when almost half a day has gone by and there was no news from Alec - no calls, no messages, no surprise portalling -, Magnus felt like slowly losing his mind. Not to be an overbearing boyfriend, especially when your partner is a Shadowhunter, but this was no ordinary mission either. Hell, Magnus would feel more reassured if Alec was dealing with a Greater Demon, not Camille.

He dread to think what that woman could do to Alec. She killed Magnus without an ounce of regret, and they knew each other for centuries. But Alec was new, Alec was… was…

Magnus groaned out loud. He needed a drink.

Or ten.

But before he could even dare to touch one of Ragnor’s very expensive decanters, his phone vibrated inside Alec’s his sweater. He hurriedly fished it out to accept the call, expecting to be Alec with good news, but his stomach totally dropped when it wasn’t his boyfriend’s name on the screen.

It was Isabelle’s.

It didn’t sound good.

“How bad is it?” Magnus quickly said in lieu of a greeting.

Perhaps Izzy had already anticipated this kind of reaction because she went straight to the point without trying any amenities or giving excuses.

“Bad, but he is stable now. Cat tried her best, and alongside some iratzes, he might be as new in a couple of weeks.”

Weeks. Magnus let out a shaky breath.

Would the result be different if he was there to fight together with Alec? Maybe he could’ve persuaded Camille or…

Or he have her mess with your head again.

Magnus shook his head. No, he couldn’t go there. Not now.

“I feel so useless,” he said anyway. “Of course, I trust Cat’s healing skills, but if I still had my magic…”

If I still were a warlock...

Isabelle stayed quiet for a moment, and Magnus dreaded the pity that was about to come.

Though, surprisingly, it didn’t. Her voice was kind, almost amused.

“When it’s about Alec, you don’t really need magic, Magnus. Believe me, your charms are enough. You make him feel better than any healing spell or angelic rune. Would you like to come and keep him company? I’m pretty sure he’ll be very happy waking up to you next to him.”

And because she was Isabelle Lightwood, she couldn’t help but also tease.

“He’ll probably be less fussy, too. Raziel knows that my big brother can’t stay still for long, even worse if you’re on the other side of the ocean and he can’t portal without a healer’s approval.”

That was what sealed the deal for Magnus. He was still very uncertain of stepping into New York, especially the Institute, but since all this undead ordeal had started, Alec was the one bending over backward for Magnus, coming and going all the time without complaining once. It was about time that Magnus would do the same for his boyfriend.

Yes, for Alec - and mayhaps even for himself - Magnus could be brave again.

No more hiding.

“Yes. Please, ask Biscuit to open a portal for me.”

Isabelle’s glee was all he needed as a response.

~*~

Magnus barely left the portal and already found himself with his arms full of Clary and Izzy.

“We missed you so much, Magnus.” Clary tightened the hold on him, almost as if afraid he would disappear again in the blink of an eye.

“I’m sorry for taking so long to see you again.” He smiled, patting their backs gently.

“If you pull that shit again, I’ll force you to eat my special lasagna, even if you can’t eat anymore.” Isabelle sniffed.

“I wonder how that would taste now…” He mumbled before hearing someone snickering behind him. When he turned his head, Magnus found Jace looking at him somewhat fondly.

“Welcome back, Bane. You look good.”

“And you look like shit, Jonathan.”

Magnus wasn’t even teasing. Jace looked really bad - his skin looked grayish, clearly clammy, and the bags under his eyes were a sickly purple. Magnus could only imagine what kind of pain was bleeding from the parabatai bond.

And if Jace was bad, Alec was twice worse. Not only in appearance but the readings on the EKG device didn’t look good. Alec’s heart was too frantic for someone who was lying down. There was also a sling immobilizing his left arm, bandages covering the entirety of it until his shoulder.

If they had to do that the mundane way, something was very, very wrong.

“What happened?”

“Camille was expecting us. I think she wanted us to come. So, of course, she wasn’t alone. She had a lot of followers, most of all still fledglings, demons, and a couple of warlocks. We took care of them while Alec and Cat ran after Camille, but–”

“Cat?” Magnus gasped in horror, his eyes wide in panic. “Catarina never gets involved. How did she…”

“Cat was furious,” Jace grumbled. “She demanded to go with us and Alec didn’t even blink twice to allow her.”

God, he was going to have words with Cat. She was supposed to be the level-headed between them, not indulging his boyfriend in murdering tendencies against his ex.

Well, somehow Magnus wouldn’t be surprised if it actually was the opposite and Alec was the one indulging Cat.

He sighed tiredly, but couldn’t hide the fondness regarding this blooming friendship between them. What was he going to do with those two?

“So, what else?”

“There was a rift open in the basement where all the demons were crawling from. We aren’t sure what hell realm it was, though. Not only the demons were a different kind, but a strange smoke was spiraling in there. It was contained somehow, and we can only guess it was per Camille’s request because it seemed poisonous to Downworloders too.”

Magnus hummed. He could guess what hell realm it was, and if he was right, they had dumb luck. The venom from its demons’ teeth was quick, effective, and fatal.

“Was there any casualty on your side?”

“Only scratches, but no bites. The only one who got truly hurt was Alec.” Izzy sighed, gently squeezing her brother’s ankle. “Between Alec and Cat, when Camille realized it was over, she tried to at least take one of them with her.”

“Cat.” Magnus guessed in a beat.

Izzy blinked in surprise. “Yes. How do you know? Even I thought she was going for Alec.”

Magnus shook his head.

“Camille is very clever. Yes, she could’ve tried to harm Alexander to hurt me, but she always saw the bigger picture first. Without Ragnor and Raphael, Cat is the only immortal closest to me as my family. If she died, and decades later I also lost Alec due to his mortality, I’d be all alone.”

Izzy nodded slowly, clearly disturbed by that woman’s cunningness.

“At least she failed…” Magnus shuddered, holding tight on Alec’s good hand to remind himself that his boyfriend was safe.

“Yes, because my self-sacrificing brother was able to throw himself in front of Cat in time and serve as a living shield. Camille ended up grabbing him instead and both fell inside the rift. Alec grabbed a rock in time, but that harpy craved her nails on his shoulder. It tore his muscles to the bone. He almost got his entire arm ripped out.”

Magnus flinched.

“But she still didn't give up.” Jace continued, clearly annoyed. By his frown, he would bring Camille back just to kill her again if he could. “She only failed to drag Alec with her because his ring shoved her or something. It was pretty strong and-”

“This is why it will take some time to totally heal.” Isabelle intervened, sending a ‘shut up’ glare to Jace. “We were able to prevent the loss of movements on his arm, but it will take a lot more iratzes and physical therapy to get to what it was before. No bow for him for a while.”

“At least it wasn’t his right arm. Alec would get crazy without being able to write reports.” Jace snickered.

Magnus snorted though. “Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t learn how to write left-handed just for that.” Then shook his head in fond disbelief while regarding his unconscious boyfriend. “Silly Shadowhunter…”

However, something started bothering him and he turned to Isabelle and Jace again.

“There is only one thing I don’t understand. You said that Camille almost ripped his arm off when she held onto him, but some magic from a ring pushed her. What ring?” Magnus frowned. Alec didn’t wear rings as far as Magnus knew. His Shadowhunter didn’t seem one to like jewelry, after all. Did he pick up one of Magnus’ as a good luck token? Magnus did have some that were imbued with a couple of enchantments. Nothing strong enough to counterattack dark magic, however.

“God, you can’t keep a secret if your life depended on it, Jace…” Alec groaned and three pairs of eyes snapped towards him.

“Alexander!” Magnus immediately lifted Alec’s hand and peppered his knuckles with kisses.

Alec’s pale cheeks immediately gained some color, causing his siblings to snicker.

“Sorry, buddy.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.” Jace full-on grinned and Izzy giggled after seeing the attempt at a glare by Alec.

“Hush, children. Off you go, you two. I need to take care of my boyfriend now. Shoo!” Magnus waved his hand towards the door, not even trying to feign a look at those two heathens.

The infirmary door closed after stifled snorts and hushed snarks, but neither man paid any attention to them, only having eyes for each other.

“Hi.”

“Hello, my love.” Magnus smiled. “It looks like you had a difficult mission.”

Alec groaned again. “Difficult doesn’t even cover it. I’m so glad it’s over though. Camille won’t be a problem anymore, and you’re finally free from her.”

Magnus’ smile turned a bit sad on the corners. “At a high cost, I’m afraid. I’m just happy the price didn’t skyrocket with your life. I’m really glad you tried to protect Catarina, but you could’ve died, Alec.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t really think. When I saw her going to Cat, I just… acted.”

The vampire nodded but didn’t try to reprimand him or anything. He was too relieved for that. Too relieved knowing it was finally over and there would be one less nightmare of a never-ending pile of them. Or so he wanted to believe. The shadows always lurked for a little while after.

“Marry me.”

Alec blurted suddenly and Magnus startled.

“W-What?”

“I was going to wait more until I was sure you were more settled and ready, but God, Magnus. I can’t. I love you so much. Calling you my husband consumes my thoughts all the time.” With some difficulty, Alec reached for the ring he had been carrying for the last days. “This isn’t the right one yet. The warlock jeweler I’m in contact with has been running some experimental tests with different types of strong protective and tracking spells. For us both. So you’ll also never have to worry about me.” Alec smiled a little. “I think I can let Soohyun know that her spells are a success.”

The older man gaped at him.

“Please say something, Magnus.”

It was then that the whole dam broke as if only now the reality had hit Magnus with full force.

Magnus started to giggle.

Then, the giggles morphed into a hysterical laugh.

And then, into sobs.

Alec was alarmed, certain that he had done something wrong. He was about to backpedal and ask Magnus to forget about it when the man grabbed his cheeks and practically slammed their mouths together. The kiss was a bit painful - definitely wet and salty - but Alec ignored even his injuries to reciprocate all the love bleeding from Magnus.

“Only you…” Magnus was still sobbing, but there was a hint of a smile in his words. “Only you would propose to me at a Shadowhunter infirmary, darling.”

Alec blushed hard, then shrugged, going for nonchalant and missing by a mile.

“The only other option seemed to be during some Apocalypse. Maybe a city burning, demons everywhere.”

Magnus half-sobbed, half-giggled, and Alec smiled softly.

Completely smitten.

“Is this a yes? No? Or do you need time to think about it?”

“Alexander.” Magnus tried to wipe his face the best he could with his hands, and only then he looked at the Shadowhunter with a big, genuine smile.

His eyes were a little swollen around the edges, his make-up was all smudged, his nose would probably be very red if he wasn’t a vampire, and there was what seemed to be a bit of snot on it.

And yet.

Even a mess, Magnus Bane was beautiful.

Alec loved him so much.

“It has been a yes since you scrunched your nose in the most adorable way when I served you a drink that you hated. And then, when you had to go back to the Institute because your mother demanded, you still chose to spend the whole night talking to me about the most ridiculous topics. It has been a yes since that night, cintaku.”

At that moment, Alec’s eyes lit up in a way that Magnus would never forget.

He was certain not even the gold of his former eyes could outshine them.

They were full of love, hope, and adoration.

Magnus kissed Alec again, happily drowning in his boyfriend.

No. Fiancé.

He already loved that word.

#shmb2023 #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #my writing #colorfulwarlock

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dchlias · 9 months

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jasmine tookes. she/her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , DAHLIA LEWIS , most likely listening to american money by børns with their airpods pro . the thirty year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -overly-independent yet +debonair to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the feeling of toned muscles , caring more about others than your own wellbeing , holding your head high even in the face of adversity , silk pajamas paired with an extensive nighttime routine , followed by their alien by mugler . latest nepoupdates article talks about family bailout ? dahlia lewis seen back in new york after 10 years due to failed attempt to distance herself from family , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

[ ! ] WANTED CONNECTIONS ( TBD ).

[ ! ] ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS ( TBD ).

penned by HECATE ( she/her , pst , 21+ )

OVERVIEW.

STATS PAGE .

FULL NAME: dahlia esme lewis

NICKNAME(S) / ALIASES: lia / siren ( callsign )

DOB: 09/25/1993

AGE: 30

HEIGHT: 5'9"

ZODIAC: libra

GENDER: cis woman

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

LANGUAGES: english , spanish , french

AESTHETICS: the feeling of toned muscles , caring more about others than your own wellbeing , holding your head high even in the face of adversity , silk pajamas paired with an extensive nighttime routine , harsh words spoken with a calm visage

CHARACTER PARALLELS: rhys larsen ( twisted games ) , isabelle lightwood ( shadowhunters ) , elizabeth swann ( pirates of the caribbean ) , natasha romanoff ( marvel comics ) , zatanna zatara ( dc comics )

BACKGROUND.

the lewis family made their fortune through shipping and a number of various investments . since then , their wealth has spanned for generations . with a father who inherited this business and a mother who hails from a family notable for their social prominence and philanthropy , dahlia is born into this legacy with her life planned out the moment she’s conceived . the lewis’ are picture-perfect at best . she only sees her parents for more than an hour or so is when the family is attending formal events to keep up appearances . she’s close to her siblings because of this . and even more so with her grandparents . but definitely not her parents .

she’s 16 when she starts to question the path put ahead of her . was this what she truly wanted ? she’s been pitted against her siblings . resentment is surely there . the mounting pressure starts to spiral . there’s really only one person she feels like she can confide in –– her grandfather . and that’s what she does . he’s surprisingly supportive . she had expected the opposite . a pep talk about how this is the family legacy . heavy is the head that wears the crown . instead , he urges her to do something for herself .

( death mention tw ) tragedy strikes at 17 . her grandfather suddenly passes . dahlia is devastated . who can she confide in now ? she feels alone . her parents are still expected to live the life she set out . it all becomes too much the moment they start urging her to look for prospective partners . ones that could help maintain the family’s social standing . dahlia ends up running away and to the navy in efforts to distance herself from her family . after all , would any of them dare enter that territory ? she doubts it . and when she sets her mind to it , she does it . bootcamp was hell but she made it . the work doesn’t stop there . dahlia joins the seals . serves two tours before landing herself in private security company run by a friend .

she doesn’t need the job but she’s good at what she does . however , a new client brings her back to new york after almost over a decade of staying away . or at the very least , staying under the radar and no contact with her family . however , being the current bodyguard for the valente sisters meant she was back on the radar whether she likes it or not .

PERSONALITY.

dahlia can be very charming and insightful . there’s something about her that draws the attention of everyone in the room when they speak . inspiration . conviction . however , it doesn’t come without its faults . dahlia burns out easily without a set routine . but she’s decisive through and through . there's a difference in the way she presents herself while working vs when she's not . she takes her work seriously . committed to whatever she sets her mind to . and within her line of work , dahlia's become more selfless . stoic . not readily showing her emotions as she once did when she was younger .

HEADCANONS.

this section is a wip and will be updated when i think of more things ! <33

classically trained in ballet so she's got impeccable posture

knows her way around a boat and was taught how to sail

formerly did competitive swim when she was younger , qualified for the junior olympics

impulsively joined the navy as a way out of dealing with familial expectations

after making it through bootcamp , decided to work towards being part of the navy seals

did two tours before receiving an honorable discharge

her "callsign" ( more of a nickname tbh ) given by her platoon mates is siren

good with close quarters combat and since being part of the navy has taken up kickboxing and judo

annoyingly knowledgeable about weaponry

#nepofm.intro #🍁 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ›› dahlia lewis .#hope this made sense b/c i did not™ proofread fjdksl

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timingmatters · 3 months

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Re-reading tales from the shadowhunter academy and oh my god mark and Kieran!!! But most importantly!! Kieran!!!! My little baby boy i love him so much!!!!!

Like if i could rate all characters i think it would be (and this is a v unpopular ranking i think btw):

1- all the malec family. Including the kids. They all take the first spot.

2- KIERAN MY BABY

3- Jace and Isabelle

4- lily (i just love her shes so fun!! And yet so complex, full of longing and tragedy and yet so much live and fire and a will of iron. So brave. So gay. My beautiful girl).

5- cristina my wild baby

6- mark! (He would be so much more up if i didnt get a little annoyed every time i think on how he manipulated kieran with his love while simultaneously persuing cristina as if kieran didn’t matter. Ik he made up for it, and i adore him, but i will always be a little annoyed at him).

7- emma and julian!!!!!!!!!!!

8- clary and simon!!! (I swear i do love them, they just tend to annoy me more than the rest lmaoo)

9- the other blackthorn kids!!! Altho i feel like once the last series is out Dru and Ty (and ash + kit) will all go up in the rankings tbh.

Everyone else regardless of how i love them doesn’t really call to me. Like these are all characters i would read books based on. Everyone else i wouldn’t read a story solemnly on them so no spot number 10. Maybe Helen and Aline take spot number 10 because i could read a story about them???? But I’m genuinely not too sure i would. I tend to like really angsty characters trying their best and i just feel like Helen and Aline tend to be written as very stable people shhdhn so i’m not too sure i would jump to read a story about them immediately as is out, but i would 100% read it with time.

I might as well also rank my fave ships tho:

1- malec (obviously)

2- KIERARKTINA MY LOVES EVERY DAY I PRAY FOR THEIR HAPPY ENDING

3- Sizzy tbh altho half their written time has been spent with me vocally threatening simon (me talking to the books) whenever he hurts izzy bc thats my baby angel girl

4- jace and clary!!

5- emma and julian!!!!!!! They could honestly go up jace and clary, is just that jace and clary have nostalgia on their side

6- Helen and Aline!!!!!!!

7- Jem and Tessa. I do waver sometimes because (VERY UNPOPULAR OPINION!!!) i didnt like the love triangle with will!!! Those books fill me with anxiety more than enjoyment lmao. I do prefer jem and tessa. I like the peaceful love they have so much more. I like the idea that the one you love gives you serenity and peace over the PASSION!!! ANGST!!! Tropes. BUT I understand the love triangle is complicated, that she loves them both equally but differently (or thats what Cassandra tries to write at the very least, didnt feel like that because she disregarded Jem’s pov but whATEVER). Nonetheless i do really love the jem and tessa dynamic. A love that waited thousands of years but never weakened or hesitated.

Again, i have the suspicion ty and kit will go up a lot in rankings once the books about them are out. I also have my eye on Dru and Jaime, but with the age difference i put a stop. I know the books coming up will have a time skip and Dru will be like 18 or close to it, but i hear people say her love interest might be ash and the idea of that actually calls my attention so much???? So they could potentially go up too. Although mostly I’m excited to see how the time skip changed the kierarktina dynamics (Hopefully they still see each other like montly at the cabin and are very domestic by now. Hopefully someone has given kieran a cat by the time skip). And how the time skip and made the lightwood-bane family grow🥹 (the kids hopefully will have more scenes on their own and with malec).

#shadowhunters #im just very excited about the new series eventually releasing #cassandra clare #pleasure hurry ma’am give me kierarktina content pls #kierarktina #malec #sizzy #my main 3 i suppose #clace #simon lovelace #simon lewis #let me tag him bc this post is inspired by me reading the shadowhunter academy tales #and that’s pretty much his book #altho its actually inspired by mark and kieran’s chap showing up and getting excited on that #like!!! my babies!!! kieran!!! these are my children!!!#the mortal instruments #the dark artifices

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x-ceirios-x · 3 months

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old friends and familiar faces

in which Magnus saves Alec’s life but stops to say hello to an old friend

cw: probably cursing, description of injuries

The doors to the infirmary swung open with a flourish of red and blue sparks. Magnus, face taught and makeup slightly smeared, emerged from behind it and looked to Isabelle immediately. “Your brother is stable,” he said, voice thin and, evidently, tired. Rowan watched as his posture slowly relaxed, the adrenaline from saving Alec’s life dissipating. “You’re welcome.”

Isabelle clasped her hands over her mouth, letting out a shuddering breath. “Thank you, I—thank you so much.”

Rowan stood up from the wall, groaning in pain with the wound on their hip. They had an iratze on it and it was covered with gauze, but it still hurt to move. And because of where it was, it wouldn’t scab over right when they walked.

Magnus’s gaze snapped to them, though he spoke to Isabelle. “Just know you owe me a favor, dear,” he said, tone softening the longer he relaxed. “But it’s no matter. What—” he glided across the room towards them— “is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” they muttered, biting their tongue. They didn’t particularly want to be in debt to a warlock whose payment is in IOUs, but they didn’t hide the pain when they moved very well. They shifted their weight onto their other foot and grit their teeth. “I’m fine.”

He looked at them expectantly, through his mascara-brushed lashes. They wondered how he was so comfortable wearing makeup—it was impressive. There were many things about Magnus Bane they were impressed with, though saying it would warrant a cold glare from Maryse. They did enough to piss her off, lately. “You very clearly are not,” he said, offering his hand. “May I?”

Isabelle shot them a wide-eyed look that screamed just do it. She was worried about them, too, now that Alec was in stable condition. They all barely even had time to consider their own injuries when they were so worried about him. “I’m going to go get everyone something to eat,” she said, running off to the kitchen.

Magnus watched her go, then turned back to them. With a sigh, they took his hand. “I seriously hope she doesn’t cook,” they said, limping into the infirmary and leaning on him as little as possible.

He smirked at their comment. “Is she that bad?”

They scoffed. “You have no idea.”

They reached the first bed inside the room and sat, leaning against the wall behind the headboard. Magnus looked surprisingly worried as they did, but they grit their teeth tight and dealt with the pain. “I’ll warn you, it’s not pretty.”

He shrugged. “After what I just saw, I don’t think your little flesh wound will bother me much.”

In agreement, they slid the corner of their waistband down far enough to show the gauze—it had little red spots on it and a poorly drawn iratze poking out from the top of it.

“I’ve never met a shadowhunter who draws such messy runes,” he said, slowly peeling back the tape and gauze.

They winced as he moved, but the pain was over fast enough. “I’ve never met a warlock with a copy of the Gray Book. Learn something new every day.”

He smiled at that but didn’t look up at them, only focusing on the task at hand. His hand hovered over the wound and blue and red sparks appeared again, though this time they were much smaller and contained. The feeling was odd—similar to a bandage being put on slowly, but it was tingly, like when their arm fell asleep. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but a weird feeling.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name when your friends crashed my party,” he spoke up after a moment.

They paused momentarily but eventually settled on the idea that making idle chatter with the guy who was healing their wounds wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Rowan,” they said, glancing over at Alec a few beds down—he looked like he was sleeping peacefully, which made them relax a little. As long as they could see the steady rise and fall of his chest, they’d be content.

“Lightwood?” he asked.

They shook their head. “Ashfair. The Lightwoods are better family than mine, though.”

He hummed in reply. They watched his face—it looked like he was thinking, carefully considering his words. They had no idea why. “Why is that?” he asked like it was asking their favorite color. Whatever this warlock’s deal, he was certainly curious.

They scoffed. “Long story. Not really an important one—all that matters is I’m here and I found my own family.”

“A hard lesson for someone your age to learn,” he said softly, almost like he was speaking about something he remembered. They wondered what living for so long was like—to have hundreds of years of memories must be overwhelming. Magnus spoke again after a moment, a soft smile on his face. “It seems like the people here care for you, though. That’s always good.”

They shrugged with one arm, trying to keep the injured side of their body still as he worked. “Alec, yeah. I fight with Izzy a lot, but I chalk that up to living together. It’s petty stuff. I don't talk to Jace.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I sensed some tension there when we met. Care to share? A love gone awry?”

They scoffed at his question. “You could say that. I started dating him when i was thirteen and we broke up three months ago, so…”

He hummed and nodded. “Not a fun experience to live with someone you don’t exactly like, is it?”

Rowan chuckled and shook their head. “It’s not, is it?”

They chatted for a little while, even after he finished working his magic. They didn’t look down at the wound much until Isabelle came back, empty-handed and slightly panicked. “I can’t find Jace,” she said quickly, heels clicking on the tile floor. “Or Clary. They’re gone.”

Rowan sighed and began to stand when Magnus put a hand on their shoulder. “You have to rest long enough to let the magic kick in, dear. It’s like a bandage that works a little faster—it’ll heal the top before it heals everything underneath.”

They rolled their eyes—staying in bed, injured was never their favorite pastime—but stayed put. “Izzy, we’re all injured. I don’t know where they went, but there isn’t a lot we can do in this condition.”

As she walked closer, they could see how torn up she was—this wasn’t just about Jace and Clary missing, but about the feeling of possibly losing Jace after they found out Alec would be fine. They noticed her digging her nails into her palm and they sat forward, enough to extend an arm out to her. It was rare Rowan was affectionate with anyone but it didn’t bother them in the slightest when Isabelle lunged into their arms, hugging them tightly. They laid their arms around her shoulders and leaned their head against hers, watching Magnus over her shoulder.

His face softened as he gathered his things. Isabelle clung to them, deep, shuddering breaths coming from her like she was trying to hold herself together. “I’ll take my leave. I left my personal number, dear—do call me when Alec wakes up.”

They nodded and watched as he stalked off, only pausing in the doorway to say, “do say hi to Jensen for me.”

Rowan nodded nevertheless and turned their attention back to Isabelle. She seemed a little more relaxed now, but they still held her, relaxing slightly as the adrenaline wore off from the day. “He’ll be okay,” they muttered. “Everyone will be. Jace always comes home. We always come home, right?”

She sniffled and nodded, pulling away to dab at the corners of her eyes with a tissue. “Right. Of course,” she said, nodding.

They offered an encouraging smile, thinking quickly of a way to make her laugh. “Do you remember that time, when I was probably eleven, that I ran away in the middle of the night because I was pissed off at my dad?”

She made a noise—somewhere between a laugh and a sob, but they assumed it was closer to the former. “Oh—by the Angel, mom was so mad. She was mad at your dad, too, and so were Dad and Hodge. They were just worried about you, though.”

“Oh, that explains the harder lessons for a week,” they said, dry sarcasm heavy in their tone. “But hey, I came back, right?” She nodded so they continued. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

Isabelle hugged them again, arms around their middle and head resting on their shoulder. They were usually terrible at comforting people, but whatever they said this time seemed to help. Isabelle was so strong, so seeing her so distraught unnerved them, but they could deal with those feelings later once everyone was home safe. Maybe, just maybe, that included Clary, too. They’d grown a little partial to her, though admitting it was out of the question.

Magnus’s conversation with them played back through their mind. The Lightwoods were their family, and there was not a person in the world who could change that. It was moments like this that, despite the petty fights, reminded them that Isabelle did care about them as much as she did anyone else.

Their mind wandered to the rest of the conversation. As he left, he mentioned Jensen—they didn’t remember mentioning having a brother, let alone his name. Maybe their memory was a little fuzzy from the pain (and it had never been good in the first place), but they were almost certain they never mentioned his name.

So what the hell did Magnus Bane know about their baby brother?

#xx.rowan #magnus bane #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #alec lightwood #clary fray #shadowhunters oc #shadowhunters ocs #simon lewis #the mortal instruments oc #the mortal instruments ocs #jace herondale #clary fairchild #isabelle lightwood

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cam-ryt · 2 years

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@malectober day 22. I'm still standing.

Day 22 : Wings

Warnings : blood

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« Where is he ? »

« In his office, but Magnus... He doesn't want to see anyone right know. »

« I'm not asking for his permission." The warlock replied before going around Isabelle Lightwood and placing his hand on the office door, quickly making blue sparks fly around the knob.

The young women sighed and stepped back. She always thought Alec was the most stubborn person she knew before meeting Magnus, which was way worst sometimes.

He and his brother had been playing cat and mouse for months now, without taking the next step. She wondered what was holding them back, as their feelings for each other were so obvious for everyone around them, except for them apparently.

There was a clang of metal, then the door flew open and she heard Alec shout in surprise and anger.

« I told you not to let anyone in ! »

« And she kept the door very well. But she is smart, unlike you, who prefer to hide instead of getting help. »

The warlock heard a gasp and saw a shadow move quickly at the back of the room.

« Magnus... ? What are you doing here ? »

The older man walked into the room and looked around. Blood-soaked clothes were strewn across the back of a chair, on the desk was a medical kit with dirty compresses, disinfectant and scissors. Alec was nowhere in sight but Magnus could see his shadow moving behind a screen that isolated a corner of the room.

« I'm here to help you. »

« I don't need your help ». The shadowhunter quickly responded.

The warlock could hear his heavy breathing, he could smell the blood and fear that came from the boy. He could even guess the trembling of his hands as he was obvioulsy trying to heal himself.

« Alec, I'm coming, okay ? »

He took a step towards the screen and heard the shadowhunter's breath quicken suddenly. Perfect, now Alec was panicking.

« No ! Please, Magnus. He all but begged. Leave me alone. Please. I don't want you to see me like that . »

« What are you talking about ? Magnus frowned, still approaching carefully. You know, I saw the worst wounds during the war, I don't think that I can be shocked anymore. Let me help you. »

« That's not... »

The warlock became truly concerned when he heard a sob break through the boy's voice.

« Alexander... »

He crossed the screen.. And froze when he saw Alec prostrated on himself on the ground, his bare chest covered with blood. But that's not what shocked him the most.

At the level of the shadowhunter's shoulder blades sprang two magnificient and immense fluffy wings. White speckled with grey spots, they spread out on the ground behind him for several meters. And they were in a bad state. The feathers were dirty, twisted, bloody. Alec had to suffer like hell.

« Alec... He breathed again, eyes widening as he realized what was happening in front of him. Oh my god, Alec ! How... ? Why... ? »

He kneeled next to the boy and gently cupped his face to wipe away his tears.

« Alexander, look at me. »

But Alec refused. The warlock knew that he was probably ashamed but there was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. He was so beautiful.

« Okay, you know what ? You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Let just get you fixed, that must hurt a lot. »

The shadowhunter didn't answer but he followed Magnus when he helped him to the sofa.

The warlock summoned cool water and a piece of soft fabric and began to carefully clean the bloody feathers of the boy.

He had a ton of questions but he saved them for later. Alec seemed a bit traumatized for the moment.

One hour later, Alec's wings were in a better shape. Magnus succeeded to clean all the blood and even to smooth out its most tweasted feathers. He felt the boy was a little more relieved each time. He was almost relaxed now.

« Let's make a break. » Magnus suggested, brushing Alec's neck with his fingers. He had to restrain himself not to place a soft kiss on his skin.

« Thank you. » Alec whispered, wrapping his arms around his own chest.

The warlock had never seen him so vulnerable.

« Are you cold, darling ? »

Alec nodded and Magnus summoned a thick and soft plaid he placed on his shoulder, paying attention to his wings. They had a lot to talk about. But not tonight, maybe tomorrow.

In the meantime, he would make sure no one bothered Alec. He was there for him and he hoped it was enough.

#malectober #I'm sure it's been written before but I love the idea of Alec with wings #malec fanfic #malec #alexander lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunters tv #shadowhunters

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simplyclary · 1 year

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I think I figured it out....theoretically

I'm just gonna put this here for keeping but hey, no harm in that but I have been studying the Shadowhunters family tree (at least the line of the Lightwoods and the Carstairs) and I think I've made connections. This is mostly based on genetics, heirlooms, and everything we know about the characters we know and love. Please feel free to comment/reply down below your comments and other stuff.

This may also contain spoilers for the end of Chain of Thorns, so don't tell me I didn't warn you...

Buckle up, and let's dive in...

The Line of the Lightwoods

I've always thought about where Alec, Isabelle and Max descended from and I think they descended from two Lightwoods we know, either it be Anna Lightwood or Thomas Lightwood. We both know them to be queer but hey, not impossible for queer people to have descendants, right?

First clue was the heirlooms. This is mainly the connection for Anna and Isabelle but we're gonna talk about Thomas and Alec in the next ones, I promise.

In the books, Anna has a whip as her signature weapon and she is always wearing a red ruby necklace. We know in The Mortal Instruments saga, Isabelle is the one who mostly uses a whip and wears a red ruby necklace. Anna also has a flirty type of personality and she can flirt easily, which Isabelle also does. Am I making sense?

Second clue was the genetics, and this goes for mostly all of them. The Lightwoods are known to have brown hair, brown eyes, can be tall, can flirt in an awkward way or a straightforward way. Alec, Isabelle and Max all have brown hair and brown eyes. See what I mean?

We know by now that both Anna and Thomas are queer members of the London Enclave, and at the end of Chain of Thorns, they were planning to adopt kids with their respective partners, namely Ariadne for Anna and Alastair for Thomas.

Now, here's where things get a little bit interesting...

My 1st theory is that it was Anna and Ariadne who adopted Isidore. Then as the family tree goes it will eventually end with Alec, Izzy and Max. My guess is that Alec's full name, Alexander, is in honor of Alexander Lightwood, who is Anna's youngest brother.

According to the family tree (I know it's not accurate), Alexander died in 1971, seven years before Isidore (who died in 1978). Now, I think that before he died in 1971, Isidore promised Alexander (coz of course, the brother of Anna had to be friends with her adopted child, right?) that his name will be the name of one of her future descendants, and now that name rests with Alec.

Another thing that I could think of is that Anna gave her whip and necklace to Isidore at a point to give it to her future descendants as things to help them in battle, which is how they ended up with Izzy.

That's it for the first theory...onto the second

My 2nd theory is that it was Thomas and Alastair who adopted Isidore.

This is a more insane theory in my opinion because it all comes down to the names of the Lightwood children, specifically Alec and Izzy's middle names.

Alec's middle name is Gideon, which is the name of Thomas' father and Izzy's middle name is Sophia, which is the name of Thomas' mother. The connection I made here is simple, and that is maybe Thomas wanted to remember his parents through the names of his descendants. That kinda makes no sense whatsoever but yeah.

Also, the clear fact that Alec is gay has made me wonder for the longest time if he is related to Thomas, in any way, shape or form. Thomas and Alec have no connection in weapons, because Thomas used a bolas while Alec uses a bow and arrow as his signature weapon. The fact that they also don't know what to say or react when in front of the guy they are charmed by makes me giggle and further think if they are related.

In my opinion, it makes more sense if it was Anna and Ariadne who continued the Lightwood line but either way, it's possible. All I can say is that after the events of Chain of Thorns, Alec and Isabelle is not Christopher and Grace's kids. That could just be me, but yeah.

Now, onto the next one...

The Continuation of the Carstairs

I have only one theory with this and that is the idea that it wasn't Alastair who continued the Carstairs line, but it was his and Cordelia's younger brother, Zachary Arash Carstairs. Alastair even said it himself during the epilogue of Chain of Thorns.

"I guess it will fall to Zachary to carry on the family name, most likely, anyway!"

With this line alone, it is somehow solidified that Zachary carried on the Carstairs name all the way down to Emma Carstairs.

It also makes sense that Emma is the bearer of Cortana because Cordelia had it and then she gave it to Alastair for safekeeping for a brief time and then when she had it back and happily lived with James, she kept it and maybe gave it to Zachary to wield when she thought it was the right time already, for him to give it to the next generation of Carstairs until it reached Emma.

So that is the end of my theorizing about the family tree. I may study the Fairchilds next because I want to believe that Clary descended from Matthew and not Charles (I know they're brothers but either way, I'm comfortable in the thought that Clary descended from Charlotte)

Now, I need @cassandraclare to write a novella about Thomas and Alastair or James and Cordelia or Lucie and Jesse or the wedding of Simon and Isabelle to make up for the pain and insane book hangover she caused me in Chain of Thorns.

May the angel be with you, always!

#shadowhunters #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #the last hours #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #the mortal instruments #anna lightwood #ariadne bridgestock

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