#shadowhunters oneshot

[vierss-herondale]

fav clace fics ?

Hi! 🌻

You can find most of my favorite Clace fanfics and Oneshots on my blog under the tag: Clace Fanfic Recommendation of the Week

But I just checked and I haven’t posted these 👇🏼 but they are SO SO SO GOOD !!!!

Title: Covert Casanova

Author: ddpjclaf 

Summary: She's the artsy, outcast daughter of a rich, crooked lawyer. He's the self-absorbed undercover agent assigned to do whatever it takes to get the goods on daddy-even if that means making a play for his feisty daughter. AU/AH/OOC Fluffy. Lemonade.

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Suspense/Romance - Jace W., Clary F. - Chapters: 30 - Words: 239,836 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

This one 👆🏼 is my favorite from all time!!! 🫶🏻

Title: Forever, Today: A Covert Casanova outtake

Author: ddpjclaf

Summary: An extra scene from Covert Casanova. This takes place AFTER the original story and will SPOIL the original. DO not read if you haven't read Covert Casanova. AU/AH rated M for lemonade.

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Jace W., Clary F. - Words: 4,380 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: Chasing the Sun

Author: Niknakz93

Summary: AU/AH: After a brutal tour in Afghanistan turns his life upside down, Jace is forced to battle a new war. This time, one of his own. Fortunately, he's not alone. Can new next-door neighbor Clary help heal a wounded soldier's heart? Vulgar language and lots of lemonade.

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Romance - Clary F., Jace W. - Chapters: 22 - Words: 93,189 - Status: Complete 

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: The Nine Consequences of One Night and a Door

Author:  ddpjclaf

Summary: The teenaged daughter and son of sworn rivals meet with a bang one drunken night against the bathroom door. Now everyone must come to terms with the 9 consequences of one night, a girl, a boy, and a door. OOC AH/AU Lemonade. Vulgar language. Mature.

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Romance - Jace W., Clary F. - Chapters: 34 - Words: 340,066 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: Turbulence

Author:  ddpjclaf

Summary: *RE-POST* While dealing with a loss, Clary befriends her new neighbor's troubled foster-son. Can their friendship help them let go of the pain or will their pasts intervene and rip them apart?

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Jace W., Clary F. - Chapters: 34 - Words: 210,843 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

This just made me want to go back to posting my weekly recommendations, I have loooots of them!

[dayque]

Rafael's partner

Imagine this: you are dating a fun guy with curly hair and a bright smile, agile as a gazelle and at the same time firm as a bison. He always listens to you, seems to have been raised with the manners of a Victorian nobleman, with the mischief of a Spanish pirate and the intensity of the Latin blood in his veins in every aspect of his personality, his makeup is impeccable, he has a fashion style unquestionable, he walks with confidence and as soon as he sees an injustice he is the first one to get in the way to defend the oppressed.

So now you start dating, you know he must be from an important (or horrible) family because he is leery of his personal information, he doesn't want to continue being judged based on his parents' history because he wants to make his own legacy. He wants to show that he is also brave, he doesn't seems to notice that he already is.

By the time you manage to gain his trust and he invites you to his house, you can't help but be surprised to see that he lives in a loft that, although luxurious, is small for four people.

There is no sign of his parents, they are both working, and you spend the afternoon playing video games in the living room with the family cat while his little brother studies in depth for an exam he will have tonight because "waxing gibbous is the best moment for the ritual" or something like that.

When the front door opens you feel cold in your veins. The 6 big ones pass through it laughing and holding bags of take-out food, one of them is the Consul of course, and at the last one appears a tall, imposing and attractive man, much younger than the rest and at the same time infinitely elderly.

You are sitting in the living room of the High Warlock of Brooklyn and the Consul without knew it before, a place frequented by politicians and other influential members in history and the destiny of the world, while you are wearing your worst pants and you begin to notice that you forgot to check your hair and shirt the last time you had the chance. Wait, did you at least brush your teeth after lunch?

And so you are now an official member of the Lightwood-Bane family

[thelightofthebane]

there's so much love in your smile (when I look at your face)

Summary: “Besides, I think it’s as cute as you. It fits.” The Shadowhunter smiled, small and genuine, a hint of shyness but honest delight.

And Magnus… Well.

Magnus blushed.

Magnus Bane absolutely never blushed.

But Cat’s cackle proved that statement wrong.

Traitor.

OR, Five times Magnus is surprised by Alec’s kindness (Is he really a Shadowhunter???) and one time he finally embraces it.

On Ao3

For @gospi 💜💙

[walkingaftermidnight07]

Kit x Ty Balcony oneshot

ackkk im so bad at writing my little intros to these so i apologize in advance lol

did i wait until new year's to post a oneshot that was requested weeks ago? yes, yes i did. in my defense. im shit at remembering to write stuff. on the bright side, i'm actually pretty proud of this one so....yeah.

anyways, my lovely friend @tys-kitty requested this a couple of weeks ago and I loved the idea so I had to write it!!! i believe it was inspired by a post by @aro-ace-cat-lady but i dont have the original post. whoops.

anyways, this is a KitTy first kiss *and sort of love confession* on the Chiswick balcony.

word count is abt 2k :D

make sure to reblog if you enjoyed it to help get this out to more people thank you very much. I am sending virtual hugs and kisses to all who take the time to reblog :)

if you want any more KitTy content from me, i have a playlist linked here as well as two oneshots of the reunion scene from sobh which are linked here and here. I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR BOTH ONESHOTS AND PLAYLISTS.

anywayssss enjoy :DDDD

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Sometimes Kit felt like Blackthorn Hall seemed to be closing in on him. The shadows felt like they were growing, wrapping around him. Suffocating him. Despite everything that Emma and Julian had done to fix it up, there was just something about it…

If Kit was being honest, he kind of hated it here. It gave him shivers and made him feel like he was being watched from all directions. He couldn’t tell if it was because of Blackthorn Hall’s history, or because of the fact that it used to be haunted by a ghost, or because there was something demonic about it, lurking in the shadows…

Or maybe it was because of what happened last time he had been here with certain members of the Blackthorn family. And while yes, parts of that had been resolved, Kit still thought often about that stupid day in the kitchen with the stupid gun. And with Ty.

Speaking of Ty, he’d disappeared. He’d left the kitchen this morning at breakfast, giving some vague excuse to the rest of the Blackthorns and Tessa and Jem about some reading for the Scholomance, but Kit had a feeling that was bullshit. And now it was afternoon and Ty was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t reappear for training with Dru and Tavvy. Nor for lunch. And Kit wasn’t sure whether he should look for him or not. Was this normal for Ty?

It hit Kit yet again, as it always did, that he didn’t know Ty anymore. Once, he would’ve known without any hesitation where to find him, and whether or not he’d want to be found. Hell, he’d probably be with Ty already, wouldn’t have felt the need to look for him because he was already being included in Ty’s bubble.

Now…well…they couldn’t avoid each other. Not with everything that had been going on. But apparently they could still go without talking to each other beyond a basic level. Nothing beyond that. Ty wouldn’t even look at him. He’d been at Blackthorn Hall with his family all week, and he could count on one hand the amount of times Ty had even looked in his general direction.

Dru had been telling him he needed to fucking talk to Ty, but he kept holding it off. This was his chance, he might not get another one.

But he was so so scared. What could he even say to Ty? How could he explain to him how he felt? How could he even ask Ty what Ty was feeling? Did he even want to know what Ty was feeling? Kit feared it would hurt too much.

The door to Kit’s room opened and Dru strode in. She stalked right over to where he was lying on the bed, and she grabbed him by the ankle, yanking him off the bed swiftly. He landed on his ass on the ground, staring at her in confusion. She was glaring at him.

“Hey, what was that for??” He groaned, rubbing his hip. “That hurt, you know?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re fine, Kit, don’t be so dramatic.”

Kit stuck his tongue out at her and she cracked a smile. She offered him a hand up and he took it.

“Okay, but seriously, why did you do that?”

“Kit.” She stared at him intently. “My dear friend. My darling friend. My favorite person. My—”

“Okaaayyy, get to the point, Dru,” He grumbled.

She sighed. “I can’t find him, okay? I’m worried. He seemed kind of upset earlier, but I didn’t wanna say anything…but when he didn’t come down for lunch…”

Kit didn’t reply. He just looked at her. “Fine. I’ll look.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Kit.”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

As he left the room she called after him, “And remember what we’ve talked about! Communication!!”

He decided it would be in his best interest to ignore her snarky comment and continued on.

He immediately went to the balcony at Blackthorn Hall, because he didn’t know where else to find him. And oddly enough….there he was.

Ty’s back was to Kit, but Kit could see Ty’s shoulders stiffen as he stepped closer. Ty could clearly tell that he was there. But he didn’t turn around.

An awkward silence settled over them both. Kit stared at Ty’s back as Ty continued to pretend like he wasn’t there. He was running through things to say in his head but nothing came to mind.

“Do you need something?” Ty finally said, straightening. He still didn’t turn around.

“Yes—I mean—No. I mean—” Kit couldn’t seem to find the words. “I just…wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Finally Ty turned to him. He wouldn’t meet Kit’s eyes but he nodded. “I’m fine. You can leave now.”

Kit bit his lip. He should’ve expected this, this harsh dismissal. After everything, he shouldn’t have expected anything else.

But he didn’t want that to be it. This was his chance. To try to fix everything.

So he took a step forward.

Ty furrowed his brows. “I said you can leave me alone now.”

“I heard you, Ty,” Kit said softly. He took another step closer. He leaned against the balcony railing next to Ty. “But I think I’m going to stay out here, with you. To keep you company.”

Ty chewed on his lip, his expression torn. He looked confused, and kind of…nervous. “Are you—have you…um. Nevermind.”

“Hmm?” Kit asked, his heart starting to beat a little faster, anxious to know what Ty wanted to say.

“Nothing, sorry,” Ty said. Kit glanced over and noticed that Ty’s hands were clenched on the railing.

Fuck it, here was his chance.

“Ty.”

Ty turned his head a little quicker than Kit suspected he meant to. “Yes?”

“I forgive you,” Kit said softly. Now it was him who couldn’t meet Ty’s eyes. His stomach was all fluttery as he waited for Ty’s response. 

“What?”

“A while ago, you asked me how long it would take for me to forgive you and I told you I didn’t know,” Kit continued, closing his eyes as he remembered that horrible day, remembered his harsh words to Ty. He’d still been angry then. Still been hurt. Still felt like it was impossible to love or be loved. Now he realized how wrong he’d been. He knew now that he still loved Ty, just like he had when they were fifteen. Like he always would. His anger had subsided and all he felt when he thought back to those interactions was regret. He wished he’d been there for Ty when Ty had needed him most. “Well, now I know.”

“Kit.”

Kit turned slowly to face Ty. “Yeah?”

Ty reached out and grasped Kit’s hands. “You had every right to hate me. I know that now. I shouldn’t have expected you to forgive me. You still have every right to hate me.”

“But I don’t,” Kit blinked. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, Ty. I—”

“Don’t say it,” Ty said. “Please.”

Kit froze. His hands dropped from Ty’s. If he was honest, he hadn’t expected Ty to say it back. At least not in the way he wanted Ty to. But it still stung, not even being allowed to get the words out.

Ty peered at Kit’s face, and his own face fell. “I’ve offended you, haven’t I?”

“No, no you’re fine,” Kit said, aware how hollow his voice sounded. But he couldn’t help it. He was embarrassed all over again. “I can’t expect you to reciprocate, can I? Some things just aren’t meant to be—”

Ty’s brows furrowed. He looked confused. Then his expression became one of determination.“No, sometimes, I think they are.”

And then Ty grabbed Kit gently, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Every emotion flooded through Kit at once. This was the last thing he’d expected from this conversation. But now here he was, Ty grabbing him by the shirt, their lips pressed together—

And his entire brain was malfunctioning. He couldn’t form coherent thoughts. All he knew is that he liked it (perhaps too much) and that he was kissing Ty back.  He didn’t touch Ty, instead he gripped the balcony behind him, letting Ty take the lead. He only wanted whatever Ty wanted; nothing more, nothing that could be out of Ty’s comfort zone.

Kit had expected Ty to be more hesitant, but he wasn’t. He seemed almost desperate, like he was afraid Kit would push him away. And though Kit had kissed boys before, this was different. This was Ty. And any other person he’d ever kissed was completely and utterly forgettable to him in comparison to Ty. In fact, he had forgotten them. All he could think was Ty.

Then he heard the sound of someone coming onto the balcony. A voice followed the sound. “Kit, are you out here—”

Ty and Kit broke apart and turned to the voice. It was Tessa….with a sleeping Mina in her arms.

Tessa was staring at them, surprised. Her surprise turned into a small smile.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

Ty let go of Kit’s shirtfront and Kit straightened up. “Um, no. Hi…”

“Hi, Kit,” Tessa said, outright smirking now. Kit’s cheeks flushed bright red and he noticed that Ty was looking everywhere but at Kit or Tessa. “Sorry about that. I was coming to ask if you wouldn’t mind putting Mina to bed for her nap…but you seem busy so I’ll do it. No worries.” She turned and started walking away. She called back over her shoulder with an amused voice, “You kids have fun, see you later. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

Kit wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. That was embarrassing to say the least.

Ty coughed.

Kit turned back to him. “I’m so sorry–”

Ty pulled him in for another kiss. This one was just a quick brush of lips but it was enough to shut Kit up and offer a sheepish smile.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Ty said, sounding almost surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

Oh.

“It was better than I was expecting,” Ty mused. “Probably because it was you.”

“So that means—”

“I liked it, Kit,” Ty said, moving so that he was leaning on the balcony next to Kit. He brushed his hand against Kit’s ever so slightly. “I like you. I never understood what people meant by that until you. But now, I understand what that means. I understand that feeling.”

Kit rubbed his other hand over his burning face to try and bring the color out of it. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

Ty turned to him. “Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to because I cut you off earlier. But I only did that because I wanted you to know how I felt first.”

“Ty….” Kit said slowly. “Did you really mean it when you said that some things are meant to be?”

“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Of course I meant it. I always mean what I say, especially when it comes to you. It’s taken me a lot longer to get there, but I know how I feel now. And I would never even consider lying to you about those feelings, because they involve you too. And because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I love you, Ty,” Kit said after a moment of processing Ty’s words. “I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids. I never stopped. And I never will.”

Ty rubbed his eyes, and Kit realized Ty was crying a little bit.

“Can I hug you?”

Ty nodded, and Kit slid his arms around Ty’s shoulders. Ty held onto Kit tightly. They stood like that for a long time, even after Ty had stopped crying. Kit suspected that Ty was trying to make up for three years wasted. And he was completely fine with that. Nothing was better than the feeling of Ty’s arms around him, knowing that Ty felt something for him. He didn’t want to call it love necessarily, because it was Ty’s decision to call it that and he hadn’t yet, but it was something. And Kit would take something.

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thanks for reading, lovely human!! plz reblog, like, and comment if you enjoyed!!!

[janescrazy]

for the malec prompts thing: Reverse AU? (shadowhunter magnus x warlock alec)

I had to think about this one for sure. I’ve never read any reverse AU for malec. I wasn’t sure who to keep as shadowhunters or to switch everything. I hope you like it!

“The man is 200 years old, and we don’t have one high quality picture of him?”

Hodge gives Magnus an exasperated look and carries on with the presentation, “Alec Lightwood is High Warlock of Brooklyn. As Magnus blatantly put it, he is 200 years old, which is deemed young for warlocks. The fact he has this position shows how intelligent, resourceful, and clever he is. He’s dangerous and sharp as a nail. If we’re going to find him and interrogate him, we’re going to need to be smart about this.”

Magnus rolls his eyes, flipping his dagger between his painted fingers. He squints at the pictures on the screen, presumably the only four photos they have of this Alec. One is of a group of French and American soldiers, and many of them have their arms bandaged and blood and dirt on their faces. They’re standing in rubble and smiling goofily at the camera. There is one man in the back with his face turned, blood and guck dirtying his face. His black hair is long and disheveled with a beret on top.

Magnus has no idea how anyone found this picture, or narrowed down the identification of the soldier to be Alec Lightwood. Though, the man in the photo was staring off and had a way about him that differentiated him from the others. His body posture and the one side of his exposed face was calculating, showing an envious amount of knowledge and experience. Like he knew something everyone else didn’t.

The other photos are of him on the battlefield with only half his face, and then one is a faraway photo of him standing in front of the Titanic when it was still docked in England. There are a few question marks on that photo, but Magnus highly doubts this extremely smart man who avoids cameras and attention like his life depends on it would sink a ship.

“Why do we need to find him anyway?” Catarina asks beside Magnus.

“The Consul needs to know where the warlocks are with Valentine. More and more of them are disappearing, whether from Valentine kidnapping them for his experiments or they’re going into hiding,” Hodge explains with a sigh. He scratches his neck. “Magnus helped us out with knowing Clary. She didn’t say where Alec lives, but she slipped and said a group of them are meeting at Pandemonium.”

“So he may not even be there,” Ragnor dulls, rolling his eyes. He stands with a dramatic huff, patting his pockets for his seraph blade.

“It’s our best chance,” Hodge clips. “We’re leaving in thirty.”

*****

Magnus goes to Pandemonium on a weekly basis. He tells Robert and Hodge he goes there for researching purposes, but he knows they know that’s complete bullshit. He’s a people person. Always will be. He enjoys being surrounded with fun people and partying the evening and night away. He may be a shadowhunter, but he will never say no to a round of shots and dancing.

The first night he had gotten dirty looks when they saw his runes, and he was ignored by most of them. It was fine with him. He can get down with any crowd. He knew a few vampires, including Raphael who introduced him to a group of vampires and werewolves there. Once they realized he wasn’t there to interrogate or had any shadowhunter gear on, they slowly loosened up and treated him like one of their own.

Safe to say it was weird walking into the club with his gear and runes on display. His throwing stars are hitched on his hips and lower thigh, and they glow in the neon room. His normal acquaintances throw him second glances, hesitance and worry on their pensive faces. They step back, their backs straight and ready for anything as he walks by.

Magnus already lost Cat in the crowd, and he can count on her to scout out the suspects. The only details they have on the High Warlock are black hair, pale skin, and he is slightly taller than Magnus.

The shadowhunter eyes up the taller men, taking note of their clothes. The man has to have either a good or an old taste in clothes, since he’s lived many decades. He also has to be rich based on his age. One doesn’t live for a very long time without learning how to make profit.

Nobody fits the bill, and he’s walked the entire building. Cat finds him in the middle and informs him she’s leaving. The warlock is obviously not here, and they’ll have to get in contact with Clary again if she’s willing. Magnus spots her dancing with a blond boy, Jace. If he wasn’t dressed and armed, he would make sure to shove into him. He’s never been a fan of him, and he hates how he’s immortal and will be a pain in the ass for a long time to come.

Magnus waltzes over to the bar and orders a hard drink for his troubles. Everyone avoids his stare, and he even has to call for the bartender a few times to be serviced. He takes a seat next to a man in a rugged gray sweater. He’s slouched over his drink like he’s protecting it, and he’s got his chin in his hands. A hood covers his hair, and black tufts poke out from underneath. They’re unruly and fluffy, and Magnus really wants to run his fingers through it. The AC in the room blows at the stranger’s hood.

Magnus turns and throws the stranger a wide charming smile, and he makes sure to tongue the thin red straw that’s used to stir his drink. The bartender must not have wanted to be bothered again because his whiskey is stronger than he expects.

“Hi, handsome,” the shadowhunter drawls, placing his chin on his hand and fluttering his lashes. Yup, very strong drink indeed.

The man tenses and gives him a blank stare, and his hazel eyes look Magnus over. Magnus really wishes he brought another set of clothes, especially when the man responds with an unimpressed, “Hi.”

Magnus is not one to give up easily, and he turns his body to face the hot stranger. “What are you drinking?”

The man blinks, appearing to have remembered he had a drink in the first place. He must be sitting right underneath a draft because his hood moves subtly, and he reaches to adjust it. He thumbs his own straw, “I don’t know. Something Meliorn made me.”

Magnus hums, taking a glance at the man’s hands and how large they are. His fingers are long and have an admiring way about them. The alcohol is getting to his head. He treads a thin line when he moves his chair an inch closer, “I’ve been here a lot. Regular customer really. I bet I can guess your drink.”

The man’s mouth twitches in what Magnus hopes to be humor, “Regular customer is an understatement.”

Magnus gapes in humiliation, before realizing what the man just admitted. He throws the stranger a wicked grin, daring to pull a fake piece of a lint off the man’s shoulder. “So you’ve been keeping an eye on me, handsome?”

The man doesn’t answer him right away. Magnus wonders if he’s going too far with this and making the man straightly uncomfortable, but all he does is fidget and straighten his back when Magnus starts playing footsie with him. “You’re, uh, usually wearing more colorful clothing.”

Magnus grins like a cat, becoming more daring and toying with the hood. The stranger’s cheeks are pink and flustered, and he’s always been a sucker for blushing men who don’t know what to do with their hands. His hazel eyes linger over his face, taking longer at his lips.

Magnus chugs the rest of his drink, purposely allowing a few droplets to slide down his chin. The man watches it happen, and his full lips part completely mesmerized. Magnus licks his lips for good measure and stands incredibly close to him. Their shared body heat rises in temperature, and Magnus wishes he would take off his sweater.

He fiddles with a string he finds, eyes never leaving the man, “I can wear whatever you’d like, baby.” The man shivers at his words, pupils enlarging and chest heaving faster as if he’s never been approached so unabashedly before. Shame, really, he’s blushing so pretty.

“Your sweater is cute and all,” Magnus whispers loud enough for only them to hear. “I would much rather see you take it off.” Maybe he’s too tipsy for this because the moment he touches the hood, the man’s hand snatches his wrist firmly. He is about to apologize, but then the man reaches out with his other hand, caressing Magnus’s cheek and bringing their lips together.

The kiss is awkward at first, as Magnus is more than tipsy right now. But once the room stops spinning, he goes all in. He tilts his head, fitting their lips together better and tasting the peach rum on his lips. The flavor is heavenly, and he curses the angels before slipping his tongue into the deepening kiss. The man sighs into his mouth, and Magnus feels uncertain hands on his waist.

Magnus must have climbed into the stranger’s lap because he’s towering over him now. He runs his hands down his chest, feeling the defined muscle hiding underneath. He doesn’t even know this man’s name, but he wants this man under him or on top of him. He’s not picky, and he smells so enticing.

“Hey!” an angry voice calls. “None of that here. I don’t care who you are. You can’t have sex in my bar.”

The man immediately tries to pull away, and Magnus has none of it. He grabs a hand and pulls him out of the chair and towards a hallway. “This way. Come on, beautiful.”

The man obliges and as soon as they’re out of view down the hall, Magnus shoves him into the wall and kisses him. He hears a deep groan, and it makes his legs weak. He needs to hear it again.

Without thinking, he reaches up and tugs on the man’s hair. The man groans, as he runs his fingers through his hair and slightly yanks. The noises he gets in return is encouraging, and he reaches farther up until he feels soft fur.

Wait.

His focus drifts from the kissing to the mass of soft fur twitching under his fingers. He leans back, sliding the hood off the stranger’s head and freezes.

Two cat ears black as their owner’s wild hair twitch and flutter under his gaze. Feeling his staring, they shift and lay flat against his head, hiding entirely in his hair. Magnus thinks of his own cat, Chairman, who lives outside and occasionally feeds when he turns up.

What a precious look on a beautiful man, who pulls his hood back up with a scowl not aimed at Magnus. His cheeks are rosy red and his eyes are downcasted in shame. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to let this get that far. Here, I’ll just go-“

“No, no, honeybun,” Magnus stops him gently and cups his heated cheeks. He should really ask for his name. “You are more adorable than I originally thought. What a precious warlock mark. Do you like to have them scratched?”

“I, uh, I don't know-“

“Alec?”

Alaska in January has nothing on the ice that grows throughout Magnus’s entire body the second he hears someone say that name.

Jace stands in the doorway of the hallway, protectiveness showing in the guarded way he’s standing. Magnus turns back to Alec, who refuses to look at him.

“Oh my angels,” Magnus mutters and backs away with his hands up. He curses, “I was just molesting the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Shit.”

Alec’s face hardens, “So what, you worry about titles now? Would you not have approached me if you knew who I was?”

“No!” Magnus scoffs and freezes when Alec gets more pissed. “I mean, uh, shit. I don’t know. You mean you don’t want to hex me?”

“Did I give off that I wanted to hex you?” Alec asks, appalled and annoyed. His fists are clenched and little sparks of purple filter the area around his hand.

“Well…no,” Magnus weakly answers. He runs his fingers through his hair nervously. “No one knew what the High Warlock of Brooklyn looked like, at least no shadowhunter. I didn’t expect you to look the way that you do.”

Alec pinches his nose irritably, “I’m so sorry I didn’t meet your standards.”

“No! I mean,” Magnus sighs. He waves over Alec’s still form, “You’re adorable and cute. I didn’t think…”

“The one correct thing you’ve said tonight,” Jace cuts in. Magnus flips him off.

“Just,” Magnus groans and gets back into Alec’s space. Thankfully, the warlock lets him, but anger still swims in his hazel eyes ready to snap like a coiled snake. “Let me take you out? I really like you. Please let me fix this?”

“Like him? Did you have a conversation I missed somehow?”

Magnus flips Jace off, and Alec throws him a look. “Fuck off. Go be miserable somewhere else, guard dog,” Magnus growls.

“Excuse me?”

“Jace,” Alec scowls before taking a deep breath. “Go. I’ll be right there.”

Magnus smiles wide at Jace when he finally leaves. He turns back to Alec, and the smile turns genuine. “Please? You just surprised me. I do like you, and you’re very cute.”

Alec blushes and nods a moment later, “Fine. I’ll text you my address.”

Magnus watches him leave before calling out, “You don’t have my phone number.”

Alec waves his hand, forming purple swirls in the air. There’s a grin on his face when he answers, “I got it.”

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Please send more prompts :) im on a writing high

[lurafita]

Shadowhunting 101

(fanfic, oneshot)

Summary:

After a particular incident, which Magnus will deny has anything to do with his decision, the warlock gives teaching shadowhunters in training a go. If he happens to also teach his husband something along the way, that's just a bonus.

When shadowhunter academies had first opened their doors to downworlder teachers, both Catarina and Ragnor had tried to convince Magnus to give teaching a go. Catarina with her steady and unwavering faith that Magnus would be a positive influence on the young minds, and Ragnor with his teasing competitiveness, insisting that Magnus would screw the kids up royally.

Good times.

No matter how much the two had tried, though, Magnus had declined. 

Now, however, as the husband of one Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, head of the New York Institute and - if rumors are to be believed - rising star candidate for the position of Inquisitor, Magnus has decided to reconsider that whole teaching deal. 

Especially since the New York institute has become kind of infamous in the shadow world as the place for not only heroic world saving, but also progressive attitudes and relationships between shadowhunters and downworlders. 

This brought young, inquisitive, and impressionable minds in the form of 8 to 17 year old shadowhunters in training, to the doors of the NYI for a true “field trip” experience.

Which is how Magnus Lightwood-Bane, a warlock of immense power and more than four centuries of life experience, finds himself in the institute’s training room, standing in front of a group of 12 kids, and undertaking what he feels to be a momentous mission:

Putting some sense into the next generation of shadowhunters' heads. 

Which, really, if you think about it, might just be the most important task of all. And when considering previous experiences with various shadowhunters in his aquaintance, also quite daunting. 

Never the less, Magnus is ready and willing to take on this mission for the sake of preventing future stupidity, catastrophes and recklessness.

(And no, this obviously has nothing at all to do with any recent actions, of selectively foolishly reckless heads of the institute’s. How ever could anyone arrive at such conclusions?)

"So, to reiterate all we have learned today, let’s have a little Q and A.

Let’s say you are strolling by an alley and a portal opens up, which releases a bunch of ravenor demons. What should you not do?" 

Many of the children raise their hands eagerly, and Magnus points to one of the girls in the front. Ten year old Mathilda Ravenscar, who despite her young age, has shown some remarkable astuteness.

"Recklessly engage the hostiles without any backup."

Magnus gives her a proud smile and nods. "Right! And what should you do instead, in that completely hypothetical situation?"

Again many raise their hands, and Magnus is so very satisfied to see the obvious fruits of his work. He will be rubbing it in Ragnor’s face how great of a teacher he is.

“Yes, Preston.” He picks the 16 year old successor of the Gladstone line.

"Use either your cell phone, or your stele for a fire message, to send out a distress signal to the nearest allies, and keep an eye on the situation until reinforcements arrive."

The teen answers dutifully.

Happily clapping his hands together, Magnus nods enthusiastically.

"Very good! And what if, in this still completely made up scenario, the demons are about to disperse and attack the mundanes before your backup has arrived?"

Eager hands rise up once again, and Magnus pats himself on the back for being the greatest teacher ever. (Take that Ragnor!)

"If interference is needed to keep the demons away from the mundanes,” 12 year old Allison Longford answers, “make use of the portable temporary containment fields that the allied warlocks have made for us, to buy a few extra minutes."

Magnus beams. "Excellent! You are all going to be wonderful future shadowhunters who use their heads and don't make stupidly reckless decisions that land them in the infirmary, and have their spouses worried out of their minds. … Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

The children all smile and congratulate each other on a lesson well learned, and Magnus sends a covert look to the other side of the training hall, where one ‘head of the institute who is currently having his arm in a sling’, and one parabatai of the ‘head of the institute who is currently having his arm in a sling’, have been observing the class for the last few minutes. 

Jace, with great amusement, leans over to Alec slightly, making sure to keep his voice low, lest the training hall's acoustics carry their conversation back to the group of visiting shadowhunters in training and their teacher.

"So, Magnus is still pissed about last week, huh?" 

His parabatai and brother sighs deeply. “Yeah.”

[jellyfishinc]

Super Mario Brothers/Shadowhunters AU Oneshot Prompt

They're still brothers.

They're still twins.

They still have the Twin Sense.

And now they're about to become parabati.

Luigi is just a tad insecure about that, thinking Mario got the short end picking him as his parabati.

Mario finds out and gets pissed because Luigi didn't come to him about it, and goes to knock some sense into him.

Then just as Luigi starts apologizing and spilling his guts, Mario tells him what he's known all along:

They were bonded long before they got to this point. All the ceremony is doing is confirming it. And even if Luigi still doesn't want to do it, Mario's not going to look for another one.

Rest is up to you!

[fanfics-and-shlt]

PLS READ!!!

Im too busy to write so I’ll probably just reblog any good fanfic I find

[morbidlyhumorous]

Annoying (Jace Herondale)

"Y/n!" A voice called from somewhere in the Institute. I paid it no mind, opting to stay in my hiding spot. It was nice up here and it gave me a sense of freedom. "Y/n!" The voice called again, sounding closer now. I sighed as I heard boots thumping down the hall purposefully and I knew exactly who it was. I stretched and brought my feet back under me so I was crouched on the wooden beam. My perch above the training room was perfect to watch as Jace Herondale himself pushed open the doors and strode into the room. He looked around the empty room, his golden hair catching the light with each turn of his head. And then he looked up.

"What are you doing up there?" He asked as he folded his arms across his chest. I shrugged before replying, "It was nicer up here than in that room listening to you and Alec bickering." I stood up from my position and began to meander on the beam. "Well, that's over now. Alec is sending us on a little mission," Jace said as his eyes followed my every move. "Now, why would I want to leave my favorite spot and go out with my least favorite person?" I asked, pretending to think as I tapped my chin. "I don't like it either, but Alec said.""Yeah, well Alec can suck my dick," I grumbled. Jace chuckled as he looked on in amusement. I groaned but jumped from the beam, landing on the floor in front of Jace. I stood and realized there were only a few inches between us. Jace smirked and leaned a little closer as he said, "I'm pretty sure Alec is into that, so don't tempt him." I spluttered at his remark as he turned and left the room, probably to get his gear. I cursed myself for letting him see such a reaction. He didn't need anything to boost his ego. I quickly grabbed my gear and met Jace at the elevator. "Ladies first," he said, mockingly bowing when the doors opened. I glared at him and shoved him in before I entered and hit the button to go down. He sulked in the corner, rubbing his shoulder where I pushed him, and I stared straight ahead at the door until they opened again.

I hurried down the aisle of the sanctuary, Jace's footsteps close behind my own. "So what does Alec want us to do?" I asked as I pushed open the huge doors that led outside and started down the steps. I stopped when all I got was silence and turned to face Jace. He was standing at the top, arms folded, and he appeared to still be sulking. "I swear, Jace, if you don't stop being a childish ass, I'm going to go off on my own searching for trouble until I find what Alec wanted us to do," I threatened. Jace rolled his eyes and started towards the sidewalk, leaving me to follow after. "Alec wants us to deal with a demon that is locked in a closet at the Hotel Dumort," Jace said after several minutes of silence. "Why the hell is it locked in a closet?" I asked as I hurried to keep up with his long strides. "Some vampire girl stumbled upon it, panicked, and shoved it in a closet. Everyone thought it was fine where it was because it was at least contained.""Fair enough," I huffed as we rounded a corner, passing all the mundanes who were oblivious to our existence.

We ducked into an alleyway and were promptly greeted by the dilapidated building of the hotel. There didn't seem to be any activity, especially since it was midday, and that worked just fine for me. Jace led the way to a grate on the lower floor and hauled himself through. I followed after, landing on the dusty floor as quietly as I could. We made our way up a flight of stairs and down a hall to an ordinary looking broom closet. Jace looked it over before whispering, "This is the one." He took out his seraph blade and rested his hand against the rusty doorknob. "What are you doing?" I practically hissed as I hastily drew my seraph blade. "I'll open the door so you can meet it head-on," he explained. "Gee, thanks. That's very thoughtful," I replied sarcastically. Jace ignored my comment and focused on the door. I got myself into a stance with my blade raised before me and braced myself. Jace soundlessly counted down from three to one with his fingers and then threw the door open.

I flinched, but nothing came out. The black void just stared back at me as Jace shared a confused look with me. "Is this the right closet?" I asked as he peered around the doorframe and into the small room. Suddenly, a screeching noise came from the blackness and a demon came flying out. Jace flew out of the way in time, but I was unprepared. The demon hit me with its body weight and brought us both down, pinning me under. It let out another terrible screech and began digging its claws into me. I cried out as I brought my seraph blade up and knocked it off of me. It rolled a few feet, but it was quickly upright and coming back at me. I lashed out with my blade, but whatever was in its claws had seeped into my arm and I was starting to lose feeling in it. Jace jumped over my body and brought his blade down, cutting the demon in half and making it turn to goo. Part of it spattered onto my outstretched hand and began to burn it, but I couldn't feel it. The blade dropped from my hand and sputtered out. Jace turned at the noise and his expression quickly changed to one of concern. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asked as he knelt beside me. I waved him away and hauled myself up with one arm. "I'm perfectly fine, just got a bit of ichor on my hand and the wind knocked out of me when that thing tackled me," I said. Jace took my hand and examined the burn, but I couldn't feel his fingers against my skin. "Alright, well let's get back and put some stuff on that," he decided.

As we made our way out of the hotel, I drew my stele out of my pocket and scrawled an iratze on my arm. The mark stayed for a second, but then it disappeared. I tried drawing several more, but they all faded in a matter of seconds. Getting out through the grate proved to be harder than the first time. "These vampires better be grateful," Jace was saying as I caught up to him. "There's a hole in this jacket now and this was my favorite jacket.""Oh please, you replace this jacket every other week." He paused to glare at me before continuing on to gripe about something else. The numb feeling in my arm seemed to extend to my shoulder and now seemed to be spreading out and down. A few minutes later and I was finding it a little hard to breathe. I began to furiously scribble iratzes on my arm in the hopes they would do something, but they didn't. "Hey, what are you doing over there?" I looked up to see Jace a few steps ahead of me, staring at me quizzically. "Oh, nothing, just had an itch," I said, deftly tucking my stele up my sleep. He furrowed his brow but said nothing as we got closer to the Institute. By the time we got up the steps and into the sanctuary, I was practically wheezing. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again when we were in the elevator. I couldn't get enough air to speak, so I just gestured that I was fine. The elevator pinged as the doors opened and I tried to leave as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I only made it three steps before my legs came out from under me. Jace caught me before I hit the ground and picked me up in his arms. He was hurrying down halls, but everything I saw was hazy. He pushed open a pair of doors and I heard someone exclaim, "By the angel," before I blacked out.

When I came to, I couldn't seem to open my eyes. I could somewhat feel a calloused hand holding mine and I could hear a voice. "Y/n, please wake up. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you didn't. It was so stupid of you to not tell me you were hurt, but then again it's that stubbornness that made me love you. I love every part of you, and if you wake up, I'll tell you to your face." It was Jace's voice, which surprised me. I always thought he disliked me and we would just live out our days annoying each other. Then again, I always had admired him and wished that we didn't start off the way we did. "Well now you don't have to repeat yourself," I croaked out. I cracked open my eyes to see Jace's stunned expression. "But it's okay, because I feel the same way," I added quickly. A broad smile made its way onto Jace's face as he asked, "Really?" I smiled and nodded and he whooped in excitement. I wanted to laugh, but it still kind of hurt to breathe, so I ended up just making an odd noise. Jace stopped and gave me sympathetic look. "I'm sorry you're hurting, but at least you're alive. That was a lot of paralyzing poison in your system." I leaned my head back and said, "I'm sorry I worried you and that I didn't tell you what had happened." Jace didn't say anything, he just ran his thumb over the back of my knuckles. "So if you really like me, why treat me the way you do?" I ventured, looking him in the eye. He was silent for a moment before he replied, "Well part of me was just teasing you because that's how I convey feelings, but the other half thought you would never like me, so I had to push you away." He hung his head when he had finished and I looked at him sadly."Do you think we could have a fresh start?" His head popped up at my suggestion and he said, "Of course we can!" I smiled and Jace returned it as he stood and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

[therealwideworld]

Enchanted

My imagining of Malec's first meeting/interactions; mostly fluffy oneshots exploring what was going through their minds in some of my favourite scenes. Canon compliant.

[vierss-herondale]

Hi, Do you know some clace high school fanfic?

I have a hard time finding

I love your recommendations🩷

Hi!!!

I’m so sorry for taking so long to get back to you, you probably sent the ask during my break from tumblr I’m so sorry! 🥹🥹

Yes! I can give you a few recommendations!

First, I must say that you can find most of my favorite Clace fanfics and Oneshots on my blog under the tag: Clace Fanfic Recommendation of the Week

Now on to what you asked for:

Title: Battle of the Bands

Author: simplymoshingintomordor

Summary: Jace is an arrogant, spotlight-hogging lead guitarist and Jonathan Morgenstern's best friend. The trouble is, Jon's sister - Clary - can't stand him, and the feeling's mutual. But when the boys enter the Battle of the Bands contest and all but move in with the Morgensterns, the two of them are forced to see a lot more of each other than they would like.

Others: Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - [Clary F., Jace W.] Jonathon M./Sebastian V. - Chapters: 41 - Words: 187,944 - Status: Complete 

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: The Nine Consequences of One Night and a Door

Author:  ddpjclaf

Summary: The teenaged daughter and son of sworn rivals meet with a bang one drunken night against the bathroom door. Now everyone must come to terms with the 9 consequences of one night, a girl, a boy, and a door. OOC AH/AU Lemonade. Vulgar language. Mature.

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Romance - Jace W., Clary F. - Chapters: 34 - Words: 340,066 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: Turbulence

Author:  ddpjclaf

Summary: *RE-POST* While dealing with a loss, Clary befriends her new neighbor's troubled foster-son. Can their friendship help them let go of the pain or will their pasts intervene and rip them apart?

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Jace W., Clary F. - Chapters: 34 - Words: 210,843 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: Sharing kisses with a devil

Author: SereneCalamity

Summary: Clary hadn't been able to stop thinking about Isabelle's biker cousin. She didn't realize he felt the same. Biker AU. Clace. Twoshot.

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama - Clary F., Jace W. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,630 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: I See Fire

Author: SereneCalamity

Summary: In the end, she knew that it was going to come down to a choice. Him or her family. Werewolf AU. Clace. Twoshot.

Others: Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Drama - Clary F., Jace W. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 8,063 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: Bridge to You

Author: love-that-Lovelace 

Summary: "He knew she worked here, how dare he bring another girl here on what she supposed was a date. To mock her? Show off how much he was over and done with her? She swallowed back the lump that was forming in her throat. Do not cry. Do not cry..." Clace One-shot!

Others: Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Clary F., Jace W. - Words: 5,619 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: Touchy

Author: BennieWaffles

Summary: Jace had anger issues because of a not so fun childhood. The only way he can really be calm is if he's with her. One-shot. Rated M. OOC. Clace. AH. AU.

Others: Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - [Clary F., Jace W.] - Words: 2,655 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

Title: Signs

Author: BennieWaffles

Summary: They see each other at the bus stop everyday. He has wireless earbuds. She thinks he's deaf. Cute, short one-shot. Rated K. OOC. Clace. AH. AU.

Others: Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Friendship - Clary F., Jace W. - Words: 954 - Status: Complete

Site: Fanfiction.net

I’m sorry that’s all I have on my list right now but I promise that I’ll try to go back to posting the weekly recommendations, I’m so glad you like them 🥹🫶🏻

[myulalie]

Aline gets her first taste of true love in freshman year. (read on ao3).

Words: 8k

Rating: Teen

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Relationships: Helen Blackthorn/Aline Penhallow

Characters: Aline Penhallow, Helen Blackthorn, Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland

Additional Tags: Shapeshifters AU, College AU, Meet-Cute, First Kiss, Getting Together, First Dates, Love At First Sight, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Tarot, Magic, Fairy Rings, Spider, Faerie/Seelie

Notes: This work is part of Fandom Trumps Hate 2023 and specifically a gift to Liana Medea in thanks for your donation to a nonprofit: Rainbow Railroad.

Moodboard credits: Pinterest.

[like-a-bucky]

Malec oneshot

Title: (Not even) until death do us part.

4199 words.

He remembered their first meeting, the young prince and the young soldier in training - Alec had been so stunned at the sight of the heir to the throne, gorgeous beyond words with his coy smile, playful as he skipped around the castle and incredibly lonely despite his importance to the country, that he’d fallen to his knees right there and then and pledged to protect him until his dying breath.

[AU ; King!Magnus ; Usurper!Valentine ; Guard!Alec ; Hurt/comfort ; Happy ending ; Romance ; Established Relationship ; Necromancy ; Temporary character death]

[walkingaftermidnight07]

Ty x Kit Reunion, from Kit's POV

hey y'all, here's something I thought I'd do, to get it all out of my system. I will admit i may or may not have cried while writing this but that's not the point.

anyways, enjoy! like, comment your thoughts, rb so that others can see it!!!

my kit x ty playlist to listen to while you read if you want :D

(and yes, it is hella angsty, thank you very much XD)

@nurceb @cakegatedisaster @tys-kitty all of y'all replied to my posts about it so imma tag you in this :D

edit: ive now written a Ty POV version, which is linked here!

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Reunion - Kit Herondale x Ty Blackthorn, from Kit’s POV

Kit had decided that if he wanted to be left alone, away from the prying eyes of everyone else in the house, the kitchen was his best bet. He couldn’t forget the way that Tessa and Jem had jumped forward to protect Mina, as if he was a danger to her. His stomach dropped as he remembered the fear that had flashed through Tessa’s eyes for a brief moment, before it was gone.

He would never hurt Mina, would he?

He wouldn’t hurt her intentionally, that much he knew.

That didn’t necessarily mean he couldn’t, though.

He looked back down at his hands, still holding the gun. There was some sort of black stuff smudged on it, and it rubbed off on Kit’s hands when he touched it.

He may as well clean the gun, then. 

Of course, he wasn’t exactly sure how to. But how hard could it be?

His face was slightly scrunched up in concentration as he held up the gun, about to—

“That’s not how you clean a gun.”

Kit’s head whipped up, shocked, dropping the gun, because he knew that voice.

He’d heard that voice in his dreams, in his memories, in his nightmares. 

The voice conjures up a memory in his mind: a dark night, a pale face with floppy black hair, illuminated by the moon. And those gray eyes….the eyes he will never forget. The hurt in those eyes when he said those last words, laced with venom, as he struggled not to break. 

“I wish I’d never known you.”

Ty. It was Ty, in the kitchen with him, the remains of a Portal behind him.

Kit’s breath caught in his throat, and he was hit by so many things all at once. Confusion. What was Ty even doing here? Surprise. Sadness. Anger.

So so so much anger. It burned through his body in waves, rolling off of him. 

Anger, as he remembered the last time he had seen Ty. He remembered again, his words to Ty that night, and his eyes filled with tears. He blinked them back.

“You think this will make your family stronger, but it will destroy them, if you bring her back. You think you can’t survive without Livvy, but you can. We will go through it together. I love you, Ty. I love you.”

He remembered again Ty’s blank expression at his words. Like he didn’t even care. Like he didn’t care that Kit had put everything on the line in that moment. Because Ty didn’t care about him, that much he knew now. Ty would never care about him. Because, in the end, Kit meant nothing to Ty. Ty didn’t even care enough to acknowledge Kit’s words, to listen to him when he most needed to be heard.

Kit’s mouth turned down in a frown. And when he spoke, it was in a cold voice. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Ty broke Kit’s eye contact, looking out the window. Kit could see that his words had affected Ty, but only for a second, because then his face went blank again.

Behind Ty, he noticed Livvy, floating above the ground in the same white dress he had come to know her to wear. 

He looked away from her, before his anger could be directed at her too. He knew it probably wasn’t her fault that they were here—and yet, he wanted it to be someone’s fault. Why else would Ty be here?

Kit was angry, and hurt, yes…but he wanted to believe that maybe they had come for him. Maybe Ty had come to ask for forgiveness, maybe he was finally going to acknowledge Kit’s words from two years ago.

Instead, Ty said “How long do you think it will take you to forgive me?”

It almost felt like Ty wanted a specific time, like he thought Kit was being ridiculous. Like he wanted to know when Kit would be done throwing a tantrum so he could show up and say ‘I told you so’ and it infuriated Kit.

But what infuriated Kit even more was that his heart was beating like crazy inside his chest. He was fighting his instinct to go to Ty, to be there for him. Ty didn’t usually like to be touched, but he liked it when Kit did it. Maybe he could hug Ty. Or maybe Ty wouldn’t feel comfortable around him anymore. Because he left, and they were both different now.

Kit was so tired of this. But he had also learned his lesson. He couldn’t be around Ty—not without feeling so much pain, so much embarrassment. He didn’t belong in Ty’s life. Ty didn’t need him; he had his siblings. He had Helen and Aline, and Mark, and Julian. He had Dru (who Kit was assuming he would be hearing from very soon, depending on whether or not Ty told her anything), and Tavvy, and his friends at the Scholomance. And he had Livvy. 

There was no room in Ty’s life for Kit anymore. He was a fool to think there ever would be.

“I don’t know,” He told Ty, because truthfully, he didn’t know. His feelings were scrambled, but he knew enough to know that it still hurt like hell to even think about Ty. Being this close to Ty—it was like torture.

He felt his eyes flick to Livvy again, and this time it was almost accusing. She didn’t know what had happened between him and Ty. At least, as far as he knew, she didn’t. But he didn’t know whether Ty had ever brought it up. He hoped Ty never had. He couldn’t handle the humiliation. Every time Dru had asked him what had happened, he couldn’t tell her. He’d tried, but every time, he just couldn’t say, or text, the words. 

How was he supposed to tell her, or anyone, that he’d run away from Ty when Ty had needed him most. How did he explain the betrayal, the dismissal of their friendship, of his feelings. He should’ve been able to stop Ty. If he couldn’t do that, how was he ever supposed to be anywhere near him, knowing that he’d failed to get through to Ty?

“She’s gone, Ty. She’s gone forever. You have to get through this. Your family will help you. I will help you. But not if you do this. Not if you do this, Ty.”

He focused again on Ty, really taking him in, despite his own hesitations. Ty was taller, thin but not too thin. He looked healthy. His hair looked mostly the same, maybe a little shorter. His jaw was more defined, his eyes, if possible, an even more intense gray. His shirt was unbuttoned on the top, and Kit could see the hollow of Ty’s throat. He wanted to gently kiss it so badly it felt like it was eating him up from the inside.

“But not now,” Ty said, in such a quiet voice that Kit almost didn’t hear him. Kit watched as Ty swallowed, his throat bobbing up. 

A lump formed in Kit’s throat. Dear god, Ty was beautiful. 

Kit shook his head, just barely, feeling like all the weight of his feelings were pushing down on his shoulders, making his whole body feel stiff and cold. 

“No,” He said quietly, because if he spoke any louder, he was afraid he might break down. And he could not break down. Not in front of Ty. Never in front of Ty. “Not now.”

As he watched Ty leave, he felt empty. Hollow. Ty wouldn’t look at him, but Livvy was plainly staring. Livvy looked kind of angry at him, but she didn’t say anything to either of them.

He could’ve sworn there was a glint in Ty’s eyes, almost like tears. 

But that couldn’t be right…

And then Ty was gone, Livvy with him.

Kit didn’t move, couldn’t move from where he stood. He wasn’t sure how to feel. His heart hurt, and he could feel tears forming again. But this time, he let them fall, because no one was around to see them.

“Oh Ty,” he murmured, his eyes landing on the gun again. “I wish I could forgive you. But I can’t. I just can’t. I hope you understand that.” 

He picked up the gun again, and pulled out his phone so he could google how to clean it. Ty was probably right, he was definitely doing it wrong.

He forced all thoughts of Ty out of his head and busied himself with the gun yet again.

[liron-ao3]

A SHITTY DAY

814 words

It's a shitty day for Magnus but video calling his husband makes everything better.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45645547

[justadesibifangirl]

Hi may i request a lightwood family fanfiction where they had a sister but she was kidnapped at birth and they meet her years later and if you do can you include maryse a lot thank you so much if you do this

Reunited

Hey, sorry it took so long. I had it almost done, then it all deleted and I didn't have it backed up anywhere. I hope this is okay and thanks so much for my first request :)

This focuses mostly on Maryse and her kidnapped daughter (Ophelia Lightwood)

Everyone knew about the three Lightwood kids. But what people didn't know about, was the 4th.

Born 2 years after Isabelle Lightwood, black-haired, blue-eyed, star shape birthmarked Ophelia Lightwood was not even half an hour old - and had just been named - when she was snatched out of a sleeping Maryse Lightwood's arms.

Soon after, Maryse woke up to empty arms. She assumed the doctors had taken her for something. When almost 3 hours had passed, she realized something was wrong.

Eventually the doctors discovered that Ophelia wasn't even in the hospital anymore.

That she had been kidnapped.

When Maryse heard the news, she was devastated. She would never see Ophelia say her first word or take her first steps. She would never attend her rune ceremony.

And so, that night Maryse cried and cried for all she would never get to see. She didn't even know if Ophelia was still alive.

Robert had been out on a mission and when he got back, he was furious. When he learnt what happened, he blamed Maryse for it. And eventually she began to blame herself.

Izzy was very young and so didn't know Ophelia existed. All she knew was that once every year she would walk past an empty room and hear her mother's sobs.

Alec however, knew what had happened, and so every year like clockwork, when Ophelia's birthday came around, Maryse would clutch on to him as if he was the only thing grounding her - and maybe he was.

She would sob and sob.

It broke Alec's heart knowing he could do nothing and it broke Izzy's heart not knowing why her mother sounded so pained and heartbroken.

So when a transfer from the London Institute arrived, saying her name was Ophelia, Maryse walked out of the room almost immediately.

Ophelia turned, confused, to Izzy. "Did I do something?" She asked. "I don't think so." Izzy replied, equally as confused.

Alec sighed, knowing it was only fair that Ophelia should know why his mother was acting like this. And so he explained everything.

Ophelia thought it was a coincidence at first, but more and more coincidences started appearing.

She had always wondered why her parents were brunette with brown eyes, and she was dark haired with blue eyes. In finding out that the kidnapped Ophelia and her not only shared a name but a birthday, she had to admit it was a bit suspicious. The icing on the cake was when she saw a baby photo of Ophelia, taken just before she was kidnapped.

Ophelia gasped.

That baby was identical to her baby photos.

And that's how she found herself outside of Maryse's office. Deep breaths Ophelia. You can do this.

She raised her hand to knock, but the door swung open andshe stood face-to-face with Maryse.

"Ophelia. Come in." Maryse said, forcing a smile as she stared at an exact replica of her kidnapped daughter.

They both took a seat. "Um... Alec told me about your daughter." She started off nervously. Her hands shook and beads of sweat dotted her forehead.

"And?" Maryse snapped, glaring at her. This was obviously a sore subject for Maryse, but her attitude was not helping the girl in front of her who was trembling like a leaf. Maryse's gaze softened a bit before she gestured for Ophelia to go on.

"Um-uh- well... I think I'm your daughter." She blurted out. Maryse opened her mouth to say something, but Ophelia beat her to it.

"Just think about it. I look like a Lightwood, our birthdays are the same day, and my baby pictures look exactly like Ophelia in the one you have."

Maryse was about to snap at her, when she mulled it over.

"I suppose it does make sense." She admitted. "But I have to check one thing."

She lifted Ophelia's arm, inspecting her shoulder. Maryse saw the star shaped birthmark and tears filled her eyes.

"It is you." She said softly. "Mom?" Ophelia replied, tears filling her eyes as well. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." Maryse said over and over.

Ophelia pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.

"I don't blame you for me getting kidnapped. It's not your fault. Who said it's your fault?" Ophelia wiped her mom's eyes. "Robert blames me." Maryse admitted.

"Mom?" She choked out through the lump in her throat. "Yes?" Maryse wiped tears from her eyes.

Ophelia choked out a laugh. "Your husband's an idiot."

Maryse pulled her daughter back into a hug and they stood there in each others arms just crying.

Mother and daughter, daughter and mother. Reunited.