#shadowhunter preference

[soulofapatrick]

Domesticated - Jace Herondale x Female (Daylighter) Reader

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

Words: 6k

Warnings: injury, bleeding, blood drinking

Y/N’s POV - 

Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Three

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

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

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

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

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

Jace. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Five

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up.” 

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

“Later I will.” 

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[pip3dream]

i absolutely love the fact that 2 blackthorns have fallen for faerie blood and that they will continue to do so

i’ve said this a few times before but i find it fascinating that four generations of blackthorns are in love with some type of faerie lineage

and what makes it better is that all the fae they’ve fallen for are ROYALTY. like out of all faeries they manage to pull the best of them.

Nerissa was said to be princess of the Seelie court

Kieran is THE king of the Unseelie court

Kit is the last living descendant of the first heir which will one day make him KING of ALL of faerie

Ash is son of the Seelie queen and the next heir

and then Jesse and Lucie who doesn’t have faerie blood but is the granddaughter of a prince of hel

and then Annabel fell in love with a warlock

[tallertysupremacy]

What is your greatest fear, and why is it ty being infantilized more than ever by certain parts of the fandom when twp comes out?

[angeldaisies]

listen at first i was willing to give the kickstarter people some grace because i figured it’d still be one book per season just like they said they just had a late start and started in the summer instead of spring but tell me why it’s mid december and the second book is nowhere to be found and most likely not coming until january 😭 like atp it’s getting kinda ridiculous

[lurafita]

Since i really like talking about weird details abour my favorite characters,do you think Magnus is a person who eats a lot,eats in a normal way or doesn't eat very much?

Anyways,i think he likes chinese food

- the fanfiction person,yea i yap a lot,i hope you like to reply to my asks

OH, I love discussing small details.

also, never worry about yapping or anything like that. If I don't reply in a timely manner, it's most likely that we live in different time zones and your message simply sent when I was sleeping (speaking of which, I should go to bed soon. But I will answer this one before!)

I'm thinking, considering that he likely lived through homelessness and famine/being poor/not having good or a lot of food, etc, at least once, Magnus is not someone who wastes food.

I'm thinking he prefers asian food, (chinese, japanese, indonese, vietnamnese, etc). I like to think that he enjoys his food. That there was a time where he would go days between being able to eat, and that whatever he managed to get his hands on, wasn't always fresh, or much, or clean. That a lot of the food he grew up with was rather simple. Made to not starve, but not made to enjoy.

So now, when he doesn't have to be food insecure anymore, he takes advantage of being able to eat. But he never wastes food. He doesn't eat more than he needs, he doesn't order more than he can eat. And if someone cooks him a meal that isn't to his taste, he will still eat it (if he can't magic it tasty).

I'm also thinking he likes the slightly bitter tastes. Strong alcohol, sour gummyworms, bitter coffee, etc. this ties in with my headcanon that warlocks have a slightly different biological makeup than humans, and to them, a lot of toxins aren't harmful. And can in fact be beneficial. Just like when he said that by losing his magic and immortality, his warlock tolerance for alcohol had apparently also vanished. Like, what if warlocks can use such soft poisons like alcohol, as a kind of energy refiller, or something like that.

Anyway, yeah. Food and Magnus can come in many different forms for me, acutally. :-)

Okay, I really should go to bed now. Long day tomorrow.

As I said, never hesitate to write whatever comes to mind. I love exchanging all kinds of ideas and headcanons and what have yous. And if it takes me a little longer than usual to answer, don't worry! That's just my inconvenient bodily need to sleep or eat or my socially mandated need to work. 😂 But I will answer eventually.

Okay, remember to drink enough water and get enough sleep!

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻Zachary flower card in the next Seasons of Shadowhunter shipment🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[berryco]

looking for someone (25+ only pls xoxo) to write with! I have no direction for plot but I want to writeee, I want to plot thoroughly, angst slow burn and all that !!! I don’t have a plot page anymore but if you’re interested pls like xoxo

[im-out-of-it]

PSA: MY LOVE FOR SHOW MALEC AND WHY THEY WILL ALWAYS BE SUPERIOR

my favorite part about show malec (and this is just my take) is that either the writers or someone working overtime (Matt, Harry, is that you?) gave so much attention and focus on malec

I watched the show first and I had no idea the books were so atrocious (no I’m not sorry) and that Malec is essentially an afterthought to CC. (or something she could make money off cause omg people love Malec who would’ve thought!) so for the show to give so much focus, attention, detail on show Malec is everything

just think about how many parallels, little adds on, details that weren’t scripted that ended up in all the episodes for malec. all the callbacks, all the stuff they once said to each other “relationships take effort” “I’m not going anywhere” “stay with me” “you continue to surprise/amaze me” “understatement” the overwhelming support they had for each other

so many details were put in. all the mannerisms that are added, caressing each others faces, saying I love you but not just I love you- but saying it other ways, telling the other how beautiful they are. how Matt wanted Alec to adopt Magnus’s mannerisms, so he starts dressing up in Magnus style

how in the books, CC gives zero effort to Alec and desires to kill himself in the first book but in the show, Alec is a capable fighter, he’s the leader he’s always meant to be, he stands up for himself and for other people, he doesn’t let people walk all over him, Alec stands his ground, but he’s still the same salty and I’m not in the mood for this Alec we love from the start

I just think it’s really beautiful (and yes I will state how much I wanted more) (yes there are fights I wish were longer and more discussions and intimate moments and more focus on Malec) (less clace more Malec that’s what I’ll say) what we got delivered with show Malec. it’s such a beautiful relationship and there are so many details parallels callbacks that I think we sometimes forget

I’ll always love the show version of this and all the that came with Alec and Magnus. I have so many traits of these characters (I relate to them so hard) and it’s so breathtaking and exhilarating to see an lgbtq+ not go through the basic stereotypes, tropes, burry the gays, mistreatment, cheating, one sided relationship and so on. like it’s genuinely a wonderful healthy relationship

just to summarize

•THAT FIRST KISS

•there is so much respect for the other in this relationship. from respecting each others boundaries, to making sure the other feels safe and loved not just in intimate moments but in every aspect of their relationship

•their first meet is iconic to say the least

•Magnus doesn’t make alec come out or make alec feel as if he must come out to a homophobic clave and let’s not forget this clave is very homophobic and racist- and Alec says fuck you to this clave so often and makes sure he marries his soulmate in the institute- that is a man who does not give a fuck and will stand his ground for his love

•alec doesn’t get promoted as he should but he still shows everyday why he should be leader and he changes the clave for the better. while we don’t get to see the details, we do see Alec in charge

•alec tries to make the shadow world better for everyone so that downworlders and shadowhunters can get along and be at peace with one another

•there is no cheating

•Alec stands up for himself and his every thought isn’t consumed by jace

•Alec can fight and he’s one of the best leaders we see

•when Alec asks Magnus about his past, Magnus doesn’t just say “it’s my past” and moves on but he doesn’t shy away from the topics

•there’s no bierasure (which is more of the important ones for me) and there is bisexual awareness that Harry made sure would get into the show. (how some people think bisexuals will have multiple relationships and basically fuck anyone they see, and how Magnus proves he’s a one soul type of person- even though he’s got this reputation somehow)

•Alec doesn’t storm off anytime he’s upset with Magnus

•while there is still focus on clace, there are still Malec centric episodes

•Alec is there ready to support Magnus

•they’re both honest with each other. even if they roll their eyes and have a “fight”, there’s still that honesty and patience

•while immortality didn’t get handled well in my opinion, alec doesn’t go off and try to change Magnus

•when the other is physically or emotionally hurt, Alec and Magnus are both there to support one another

•Magnus is the only one who seems concerned that Alec almost takes his life

•Magnus and Alec both try to make the other feel whole- maybe it’s not 100% healthy but it shows me that they are ready to do what they can to make the other feel happy and okay

•Alec isn’t an 18 year old who has a centuries old warlock chasing him

•there is always respect and consent with their intimate moments as well

•THE CHEMISTRY IS ALWAYS THERE LIKE NO MATTER WHAT THESE TWO ACT AS IF THEY JUST MET AND CANT KEEP THEIR EYES OFF EACH OTHER

•lessons are learned. there’s not the same mistakes that you make in a relationship that gets pushed to the back. Alec learns a lot and changes his way. he knows he made mistake with the valentine + Magnus plot, the soul sword and not telling Magnus, but he learns from this. he doesn’t continue with toxic patterns)

•HEALTHY COMMUNICATION

•instead of making their whole relationship about themselves (ahem clace) they have time for their friends and family

•Alec is a caring brother, parabatai, leader, just a person in general. he cares about so much and about so many people despite being stated that he doesn’t like any one

•Magnus is one of the most selfless characters on the show. we get to see Magnus sometimes feeling too much and how Alec constantly reassures Magnus and Magnus does the same for Alec. we see Magnus through so many different stages instead of being Alec’s boyfriend and having zero focus on him. it may not be what we wish for but there is still a little more focus on Magnus in the show

•there are so many callback, parallels, details that Malec got (honestly probably a hundred) from the beginning to their relationship to the very last time we see them and it’s one of the most beautiful relationships I’ve seen on TV thus far

and I know some of us wished for so much more but it’s so beautiful to watch and talk about. these are all the reasons why show Malec in my mind and heart will always be superior and I’ll defend my favs to hell and back (but wish they would quit trying to go there, it’s hot and I have temperature intolerance and I’d love for them to chill out already lmao)

I LOVE MY FAVS

[margareturtle]

Firmly believe that TLH would’ve gotten so much better if every Matthew&Cordelia scene was replaced with a Cordelia&Lucie scene

Like okay if they’re gonna be parabatai make me believe that they’re gonna he parabatai!!!

Cordelia should’ve known about raising Jesse and had to grudgingly working with Grace/get to know her so that Grace isn’t just some cold enemy.

Lucie should’ve gone with Cordelia when she becomes palladin

Cordelia running away with Lucie who has just raised Jesse when she thinks that James still loves Grace

Cordelia trusting Lucie enough that Lucie is the one that she runs to when she is heartbroken about James!!

Seeing them fight but also seeing their relationship progress throughout TLH so that they actually feel like,,, ya know parabatai!!!

Meanwhile we could’ve had more matthew and the merry thieves moments instead— and matthew talking with his mother and brother instead of running away!!

[mwagneto]

[soulofapatrick]

“I love you” - Jace Herondale x female reader 

Summary: you get hurt on a demon hunt with Izzy which leads you to say something to Jace you could only admit in your delirium

Words: 2.6k 

Warnings: injury; depicting pain 

Y/N’s POV

I’m struggling to stay conscious as Izzy's half dragging me towards the gates, the Institute is only minutes away and looming into view but my legs feel heavy and the blood is still seeping past mine and Izzy’s fingers as we hold her balled up jacket to the gaping wound. The hoodie is already drenched and Izzy’s yelling but it sounds far away, getting harder to keep my eyes open and continue walking, one of my legs giving out and we’re stumbling, almost falling which makes Izzy cry out in frustration and anguish.

“Come on! We are almost there!” Izzy’s growling out and I try to make a witty response but my vision is getting hazy, “For fucks sake Y/N! Jace is waiting for you beyond those doors and you are going to tell him how much you fucking love him!” There’s a sting across my cheek and Izzy is pulling me back up from my knees and I can hear the slamming of doors a few steps later.  

I can see the blur of figures rushing towards us but my mind is struggling to focus, everyone blurring into each other and everything feels so distant and surreal. The pain in my side now almost unbearable and I can feel myself slipping away, consciousness beginning to fade into nothingness as I’m falling. Then, strong arms are wrapping around me, catching me under my legs and behind my back and I’m being pulled into a strong chest, the soft breeze ghosting over my face as words rumble from my saviour’s chest. I’m prying my heavy eyes open to see Jace, weatherworn face full of panic and fear as he’s practically running us somewhere and I can’t help but notice how pretty he is. My hand makes it’s way up to cup his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath my palm and his honey eyes flick down to mine. 

“Izzy…” I try to speak, feeling a metallic tang in my throat as he hushes me gently, “You,” I tap his cheek as he begins to fade from my vision and my body gets heavy, “You, I love you.” As the words leave my lips, my vision blurs and my body goes limp. The pain in my side fading away, replaced with a weightlessness as I pass out, the last thing I feel is my head falling back.

————

I’m momentarily blinded by the brightness of the room when my eyes flutter open, the harsh florescent lights overhead making my head throb and I have to squint to adjust to the sudden brightness. My vision clears after a few more blinks and I take in my surrounds. I’m lying in a bed, the sheets as crisp and white and the room is small and sterile, I’m definitely in the hospital wing of the institute. I’m turning my head to the side to see Jace, he’s curled up uncomfortably in a chair next to my bed, fast asleep. 

I slowly take in the sight of Jace, his usually perfectly styled hair now tousled from sleep, giving him a boyish charm that contrasts with his usual confident demeanour. His face, usually set in a cocky smirk or determination during a mission, is now softened in slumber, the tension of our recent ordeal eased away. The gentle rise and fall of his chest under the fabric of his shirt, accentuating the defined muscles beneath, is a comforting sight. 

He’s changed into grey sweatpants and a black tee shirt, the fabric stretching snugly over his frame, hinting at the sculpted physique beneath. The shirt, slightly too small, only adds to the allure, emphasising his broad shoulders and toned arms. Despite the casual attire, he still exudes an air of strength and capability, even in repose. 

Seeing him asleep by my bedside fills me with a warmth I can't quite explain. It's a mixture of gratitude for his unwavering presence, relief at his safety, and a strange flutter of something deeper stirring within me. In this vulnerable moment, he looks more human, more approachable, yet still retains that magnetic quality that draws me to him. My heart swells with a sense of connection, knowing he's chosen to stay by my side even in his own exhaustion. I want to reach out for him but I can’t remember what happened before I passed out, I know I said something to him and feeling his heart increase against me but I can’t remember what I said exactly.

My throat is dry and scratchy when I try to make a sound, nothing coming out except there’s a dull ache throughout my body, aggravated by moving my mouth. The runes haven’t seemed to help much as I try to sit up but a sharp pain stoped me, making me whimper in agony and shove the blankets off of me to see a bandage covering the gaping wound, spots of blood on it. It’s tender to touch hen I ghost my fingers over it. It’s like the sight of the injury makes all the pain come flooding in and I’m crying out softly, causing Jace to jolt awake. 

His eyes widen in alarm as he sees me awake and leaning on my elbows as I’m finally registering my other injuries, the expanse of my stomach and hips are a galaxy of greens, blues, reds and purples and I’m guessing my face and legs are going to be very similar with a few more bandages dotted over me. I’m only in a pair of thin shorts that look like they could belong to Clary and my sports bra as Jace gets up from the chair, his movements sluggish from sleeping in an uncomfortable position. He’s at my side, calloused hand cupping my jaw as he sits on the edge of the bed, rough pad of his thumb soothing over my cheek as his amber eyes flick all over my face. 

“Let me get Magnus.” Jace’s voice is like velvet wrapped in steel, filled with concern and worry, “He didn’t want to do any magic on you until you were awake,” I can only not weakly, unable to speak as my throat still feels to tight and raw to form words. Jace gets up and heads to the door, pausing before he opens it and looks back at me, “I’m glad you’re awake.” He says softly before stepping out of the room. 

I’m sinking back into the pillows, my body feeling heavy and drained. The memories of the attack come rushing back and tears are welling up in my eyes as the fear and pain becomes almost overwhelming and I’m slamming my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. It does calm me down a little but then I remember what I said to Jace as he took me from Izzy and carried me to the hospital wing. I’m flushing with embarrassment, did I really tell Jace I loved him? Was it just the pain and fear talking? Was it because of what Izzy said when she slapped me to stay awake? 

Before I can dwell on my thoughts any longer the door open and Jace is returning with Magnus. Magnus’ entrance is as grand as ever, his presence filling the room with an aura of confidence and magic. He approaches my bedside with a warm smile, his eyes alight with concern and determination. 

“Ah, there you are, my dear.” Magnus greets me, his voice carrying a soothing cadence that instantly calms my nerves. "I trust you're feeling a tad better now?” 

I manage a weak nod, offering him a grateful smile as he continues, “Well, let's see what we can do about that, shall we?" Magnus gestures with a flourish of his hand, a shimmering blue glow enveloping his fingertips as he taps into his formidable magic. Jace moves to stand next to me, a silent strength just in case anything goes wrong as Magnus explains his plan to heal me, reassuring me that while the ache may persist for a few days, the worst of the injuries will be swiftly dealt with. 

As Magnus’ magic washes over me, I feel a surge of hear and tingling sensation, like tiny sparks dancing across my skin. The bruises go through the stages of healing, changing from purple all the way through to yellow until they’re gone. Their vivid colours melting away like paint in the rain. But, along with the magic comes a searing pain when Magnus moves onto healing the gaping wound in my side, as if every nerve in my body is being set ablaze. 

The pain is so blinding that my vision swims with white-hot intensity. My body spasms uncontrollably, muscles tensing and releasing in rapid succession as I struggle to endure the onslaught. I’m blindly reaching, seeking something, anything to anchor me amidst the overwhelming torment. My fingers brush against Jace's hand, and I cling to it desperately, his presence a lifeline in the midst of chaos. Through the haze of pain, I hear his voice, a soothing melody amidst the cacophony of agony, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. 

But despite his efforts, a primal scream tears its way from the depths of my throat, raw and guttural, echoing off the bright walls of the room. It’s a sound born of sheer anguish ripping through the air despite the dryness and soreness of my already battered throat. My scream must have reached further than the hospital wing as I vaguely hear the door slamming open over the rushing of blood in my ears. 

“Magnus! What are you doing?!” I think it’s Alec, his words sounding frantic, filled with concern and laced with pain as Magnus continues to work. Jace is responding, his voice steady despite how hard I’m probably causing him by gripping his hand like a lifeline. 

As Magnus's magic works its final wonders, the pain begins to ebb, gradually receding like the tide retreating from the shore. With each passing moment, the torment becomes more and more bearable, until finally, it fades into nothingness, leaving me heaving and trembling in its wake.

My body feels drained of all strength, every muscle quivering with exhaustion. The world around me seems to tilt and sway, spinning in dizzying circles until I'm stumbling forward, my hands reaching out blindly for support. I’m colliding with something solid, a reassuring presence that grounds me in the chaos. I realise it's Jace, his chest a sturdy barrier. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as I cling to him desperately, trying to catch my breath.

My forehead falls into the crook of his neck, seeking refuge in his comforting embrace. I feel his warmth enveloping me, his heartbeat steady against my cheek as he whispers soothing words into the air. 

With great effort, I force my heavy eyelids open, the world swimming before me in a blur of shapes and colours. Through the haze, I catch a glimpse of Magnus guiding Alec out of the room, the concern etched into Alec's pained expression tugging at my heartstrings. The sight of Alec's distress sends a pang of guilt coursing through me, knowing that my injuries have caused him worry and anguish. But before I can dwell on it further, I feel Jace shifting beside me, his strong arms encircling me protectively. 

With a gentle touch, Jace helps me manoeuvre on the bed, making room for himself to join me. I lean into his comforting presence, feeling the tension in my body slowly ebbing away as he settles beside me. His warmth seeps into my bones, easing the residual ache that lingers beneath the surface. I bury my face deeper into the crook of his neck, seeking solace in his familiar scent and the steady rhythm of his breathing. 

As Jace whispers soothing words into the air, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, like a beacon of light piercing through the darkness of my pain. In his embrace, I find sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos that surrounds us. He continues to whisper words of comfort, drawing a flicker of memory dancing at the edges of my consciousness. I remember the words I uttered to him in the heat of the moment before I succumbed to unconsciousness—I love you.

With a surge of emotion, my heart squeezes with the intensity of my feelings for him. Pulling away slightly from Jace's embrace, I'm met with the concerned furrow of his brow, his angelic face a picture of worry and care. My gaze falls to his plump lips, the same lips that have offered me words of encouragement, solace, and companionship. In that moment, I'm overcome by an irresistible urge, a longing to feel the warmth of his lips against mine.

Without hesitation, I’m leaning forwards, my body moving of its own accord, guided by the unspoken connection between us. Jace's understanding is evident in the gentle touch of his hand, guiding my lips to his with a tenderness that speaks volumes.

Our lips meet in a tender kiss, a wave of warmth washes over me, enveloping me in a cocoon of bliss. Jace’s lips are soft against mine, his touch gentle yet firm, igniting a spark of desire that courses though my veins. I taste the faint hint of mint on his lips, a lingering trace of the breath mints he always carries with him. It mingles with the natural sweetness of his own taste, creating a heady combination that sends shivers down my spine. 

His scent surrounds me, wrapping me in an intoxicating embrace. It's a mix of leather, the crispness of the night air, and something uniquely him—a scent that I've come to associate with safety, comfort, and home.

As the kiss deepens, Jace's touch becomes a lifeline, grounding me in the present moment. His hands on my hips steady me, their warmth seeping into my skin, reassuring me of his presence beneath me. I find myself melting into his touch, the strength of his arms a comforting embrace. But then, with a gentle pull, Jace breaks the kiss, his right hand shifting to cup my cheek with a tenderness that takes my breath away. The rough pad of his thumb brushes against my bottom lip, sending a shiver down my spine as he speaks, his voice a soft murmur against the air. 

“I want this as much as you, but you're still healing, sweetheart," he says, his words laced with concern and longing. I can see the desire flickering in his amber eyes, darkened with a want that mirrors my own. His touch feels hot against my cheek and thigh, a contrast to the coolness of the hospital room. In his gaze, I see a reflection of my own desires, mirrored back to me with a raw intensity that leaves me breathless.

Despite the ache that still lingers beneath my skin, I can't deny the pull of attraction between us, the magnetic force that draws us together. With a soft nod, I convey my understanding, my heart pounding with anticipation for what the future may hold. 

In this moment, I'm filled with a sense of gratitude for Jace's patience and restraint, knowing that he's willing to wait until I'm fully healed before we embark on this new chapter of our relationship. And as I gaze into his eyes, I feel a renewed sense of hope, knowing that whatever challenges may come our way, we'll face them together, bound by a love that knows no bounds.  

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[pip3dream]

i really hope we get to see Ty actually grieving Livvy in TWP

i know she’s “alive” as a ghost but i know that the secret of her is killing Ty inside and is distancing him from the rest of his family

in qoaad we saw the Ty that believed he could get his sister back and from the other characters pov (especially Kits) it didn’t really show that Ty was grieving a lot but i hope that in TWP if she is finally let go, we get to see Ty break down in tears and Kit comfort him because from the moment he was born Livvy was there with him and i doubt they’ve ever spent more than a day apart, other than her death, so i really want to see him grieving in his POVs and i want the other characters (his family) to see that he’s lost “his spark” but only Kit knows why, i want to see the other characters acknowledge how hard Livvy’s death was on him since he spent most of his time at the scholomance and away from them

[rennisaturate]

open to: anyone relationship: friends, dating, exes, have fun with it ✨ about corinne ✨

" you literally can't lie to me, so stop trying. as if i don't know you, c'mon now, "

[carelessflower]

hoping anyone who spoil alec get their day like this

[lurafita]

The one where Raziel isn't a neglectful asshole

Fed up with the continuing bigotry his chosen warriors live and breathe (with far too few exceptions), Raziel goes down to Idris and decrees that from this day on, only loving unions between shadowhunters and downworlders will result in nephilim children.

Apparently, that includes even downworlders that are technically sterile, and of the non-child bearing gender.

[dhampiravidi]

I have something to admit

I don’t think anybody not on Tumblr is gonna understand (has to do w/comfort characters) so here we go.

Basically, in middle school, I discovered my depression & had toxic relationships (unrequited crushes, them receiving) with some people. Then I went to HS @ 12. I was a fucking mess who either cried or had an angry fit every day until junior year. For some reason, there were days where I’d cry myself to sleep at home and dream of Jace Herondale, a fictional character. Nothing explicit, just pure fluff. Us fighting off monsters while flirting. Us walking around, holding hands. So I’d wake up happy.

Now I’m at a place where my mental illness is sort of at a standstill and I have multiple (4, maybe 5) conditions to seek treatment for. I haven’t had a happy Jace dream since maybe junior year of uni. Tbh, I haven’t had a happy dream w/o some kind of anxiety- or irritation-inducing thing in it since then. Anyway, it’s gotten to the point where 1) I have a shit ton of free time to write so I’m really trying to get good/confident enough to write my own novel, 2) if I don’t write I fall victim to my narcolepsy which fucks w/my overall sleep schedule, 3) Jace is a comfort character. #3 sucks because I loved the 1st book series but I’m not super interested in the sequels (same way that I feel about Percy Jackson shhh), every time I see Clace content (which is canon & shoved into anything he is mentioned in) I get a little sad, and I SIGH when I think about the movie that probably spawned a great adaptation series in an alternate universe 😭 yeah so, I feel dumb, not to mention lonely & completely unlovable (but that last part is a whole other thing).

I guess I’m gonna end this by thanking you all (especially my mutuals who I spam) for putting up w/me. If you’re part of the TMI/TSC fandom and you don’t mind playing the Jace to my salty lil assassin half-fey OC Jasmine…HMU.