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Isabelle Lightwood x Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked: Could I please have an imagine where the reader is the younger half-sister (warlock) of Magnus Bane and when she meets Isabelle Lightwood she is obviously smitten (as is Isabelle). Alec and Magnus then try to play matchmaker for their sisters?

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“Hurry!” Izzy yelled and turned around. Grabbing your hand she pulled you up a ledge and away from the demon that was chasing you. Jace emerged from the shadows and cornered it while Magnus came from another direction. Once it was dealt with, Izzy led the way out of the building and up onto the rooftops.

You stumbled out of the building and took a deep breath as you followed her. The tops of the buildings caught the wind and it allowed you to slowly take in cold air and calm yourself. “Not used to this kind of fun?” “Fun!” You snapped and looked at Izzy who winked at you. Clearing your throat you recovered yourself and gave a flirty smile. “I have more fun to attend to elsewhere.” Snapping your fingers you vanished. Izzy smiled to herself until she spotted Magnus watching her. Turning away she started to walk off not liking the knowing look that your brother was giving her. “I think it’s time for a push.” Magnus said. Alec groaned and glanced at Magnus who was watching Jace hurry after Izzy. “No. Don’t push them. It’ll just make Izzy difficult.” Alec pleaded. Magnus smiled as he vanished the same way you had and was gone from view. Alec groaned knowing that the next few weeks were going to be rather dramatic. At least on his sister's part.

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“What are we going to do?” Magnus said. You had been walking through Pandemonium looking for something to do as you sipped a colourful drink in your hand. “Do about what?” You asked and he smiled. “Your infatuation with the shadowhunter." He started to walk away and you quickly followed him. "What are you talking about?" You asked sharply and frowned at him. "I see it all you know. The sly glances, the way you smile to yourself and the lack of lovers all of a sudden. It's pretty obvious. Just because they miss the signs doesn't mean that I do." He was satisfied with what he said until you shrugged dismissively. Deciding that it wouldn't do to just push you towards Izzy, Magnus left you alone for the rest of the evening. He called Alex early the next day and welcomed him into his living room. "What're you planning, Magnus?" He asked when he saw the look on the warlock's face. "Why must everyone insist I am always up to something?" Magnus grumbled. "Well. Are you?" Alec asked. He smiled when Magnus' face fell. "Yes. But that's beside the point. What are we going to do about our respective sisters?" Magnus asked. Alec stared at him for a moment and huffed. “Nothing. I’m not going to get in between the two of them.” Alec said quickly. Magnus chuckled and gestured for Alec to sit with him. “They won't like us meddling.” “Who says they have to know?” Magnus asked and produced a small bottle of silvery blue liquid from thin air. “I’m not using any kind of potion or magic.” Alec said reluctantly. “All it is is a truth potion. One drop each and for the next few seconds, they will be helpless to say anything other than what they truly want to say. We could even make sure that it’s just the two of them together.” Magnus offered. Alec stared at the bottle. All his sister talked about was you. Which was fine at first but frankly he had begun to wonder if he had ever been so infuriating when he used to talk about Jace, before meeting Magnus. “Fine. But only if it’s just the two of them alone. I won't let them be humiliated.” Alec said. He pointed a finger at Magnus and found, deep down, he assumed Magnus wouldn’t mind embarrassing you a little. They put the plan into motion at the weekend. Inviting you over for dinner and hoping that the two of you might happen to confess your feelings before they got the potion part of the plan. “They’re just awkwardly looking at each other over the table.” Alec whispered loudly to Magnus who tutted and joined him at the kitchen door, peeking through and watching the pair of you. “Oh. they are.” He muttered. Alec frowned and glanced at Magnus. “Did you think I was joking?” Alec asked and Magnus pulled him away when Izzy spotted the pair of them watching. “No. I was just hoping there was something telepathic going on but nothing. We have no choice but the potion.” Magnus said as he headed over to the drinks he’d been making. Alec helped him measure out the drops into the drinks. “Thirty seconds. That’s all and it wears off. Any longer than that and I feel rude.” “Rude doesn’t quite describe it.” Alec said mostly to himself and followed Magnus out with their drinks. The two of you happily took them and drank while talking. You started to feel strangely warm and relaxed. When you realised what Magnus had done it was too late to do anything about it. “I was wondering how you felt about Izzy.” Magnus said before you could argue with him and waste the time you had under the effects of the drink. “I-I like her.” You said before you could think of a way to stop your body from betraying you. You glared at your brother while Izzy’s eyes widened. “Oh good because I like you too.” Izzy said quickly. The potion wore off before anyone else could say anything. “I. Don’t know what just happened.” Izzy said. Then she started to look upset and stormed off. Alec hurried after her. “That was a cruel thing to do!” You snapped at Magnus. He gestured as if he agreed and then shrugged. “Perhaps. But these mortals don’t live long and you might as well have a great love instead of pining and moping around here. You bring the mood down.” Magnus said quickly. He knew it would make you angry and that you’d go after Izzy.

“Why would you do that to me Alec?” Izzy asked. He sighed and scratched at his chin nervously as she hurried to the door. “I just wanted to help.” He said lamely. She turned back, planning on yelling but saw you behind him. “Help.” You said coldly. Alec jumped and turned, looking guilty and then retreated back into the apartment. You stayed with Izzy who was rooted to the spot. “Perhaps we should start over. Without a spell.” You offered. Izzy nodded and smiled. “I do like you.” she said with a flirty smile. “I like you too.” You answered. “We gathered that!” Magnus yelled from inside. “Why don’t we go somewhere without these two?” You offered and Izzy agreed, happily following you out into the street. “I hope them being mad at us was worth it.” Alec said once you’d both left. Magnus tutted and sipped his drink. “(Y/N) only holds grudges for a few hundred years, we’ll be fine.” He said casually. Alec gave him a withering look before nursing his own drink.

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zaceouiswriting · 8 months

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The farmer (1)

Characters: Alec Lightwood x male reader, Sweet Pea x male reader

Universe: Shadowhunters/Riverdale

Warnings: implied death

I know this is an odd pairing. But this idea came to me in a pretty… dirty dream. But as you all should know by now, I have to do a rather long setup before we can move on to the interesting parts.

It was cold in the early hours of the morning. Much earlier than I'm used to being awake. I hadn't been out at these ungodly hours since I hired more workers. But to my dismay, two temporary workers hadn't shown up the day before, as they should have.

Ricko, the Chief Shepard, had pulled me from the warmth of my bed as he had done with everyone else. Wild wolves had killed three sheep. He was able to kill one of them but needed help catching the others.

With a rifle in everyone's hands, we searched even the smallest parts of the property, which took hours. It pushed back all the other work that had to be done. Even though we found the other wolves, five in total, I still wasn't happy because they had also killed one of the guard dogs.

Despite everything, I couldn't kill the trembling puppies I found, all huddled together in their small makeshift den.

I sighed heavily as the bright morning sun shone, with the puppies forming a pile in my hands, carrying them back to the house. It wouldn't be the first time I'd trained wild wolves to be guard dogs. They hadn't been out of the womb long, a few weeks at most, barely finished drinking their mother's milk.

I soon walked onto the main property, followed by Ricko and Hannah, one of the dairy workers.

“Boss!” Hannah suddenly shouted.

She was close to my ear. But I just followed her outstretched finger. In the distance, I saw two men dressed in dark colors near my home.

I felt anger rising within me. “Hey!” I called out to them. Abruptly, their heads turned in my direction. While the one on the left was a well-groomed young man with black hair and dark eyes, the other was the opposite, rather rough on the outside, wearing clothes made of rags, except for his leather jacket, which was in good condition. “Are you two, the last farmhands?”

The two men looked at each other strangely before calling back affirmatively.

Suddenly, the anger I could hardly contain deep inside burst out on my face. With quick steps, I reached them in a few moments.

The two men looked at each other again, almost as if they knew each other, but they came from vastly different areas.

“Do you both have work clothes?” I asked through gritted teeth.

The one on the left looked down and saw how overdressed he was. When he looked up again, a rosa blush laid on his cheeks.

Meanwhile, the other one also looked at him with a grin. “I already have mine on!”

Just as the left one looked at the right one, I giggled. Suddenly, both of them were focused on me again.

"No. No, you don't," I told him, chuckling dryly. "The post explicitly said you should come with work clothes on or in your bags. But I can also see that you two haven't much with you.“

I couldn't believe this idiocy. How can someone come to a farm unprepared?

"Pretty boy."

“Yes?” both men answered simultaneously.

“Left one, you’re about 180cm tall, right?”

“183,“ he answered.

His voice made me do a double take; it was deep, silky smooth. I rolled my eyes in response and shifted my attention to the other man. His grin had reappeared.

“Then you’re about 190 cm tall?”

“Give or take a few centimeters,” his voice was deep and rough.

Both men's voices gave me an obvious problem. As a shiver of excitement ran down my spine, I knew I had to get away from them quickly.

But before I did that, I looked them over again. The slightly shorter man had a smaller stature, was athletic, and probably toned underneath his clothes. While the other man was much taller and not all muscle, it seemed. At least not yet.

Without saying another word, I placed the wolf pups in the taller man's arms, turned around, opened my front door, and walked in, leaving the door open. Annoyed, I jumped upstairs and entered the first of two locked rooms. A lot of dust has already settled in it. After all, I haven't been there for two years.

I tried not to look at anything, knowing I wouldn't survive the day if I did. Slowly, I wandered around the room with my eyes almost closed, feeling around the walls until I could find the closet. Still, with my eyes closed, I pulled out whatever clothes I could find.

Out of nowhere, I could smell something. As soon as I realized what it was, it hit me like a ton of bricks. How? How could this smell still be here? Why must life endlessly taunt me?

Tears began to linger under my closed eyes. Soon, they forced me to open my eyes. But luckily, the room was dark. Even though I felt my body slowly freezing, I quickly ran outside and closed the door. I slammed my body against the door and tried to catch my breath.

I noticed that some of the clothes had slipped out of my hands. The sudden realization made me feel uneasy, causing me to almost fall to the ground. While preparing to enter the second room, I couldn't help but dread the thought of it.

I tried to suppress my feelings again and unlocked the second door. Strangely, the smell was even stronger than the last. Memories filled my mind: So many happy moments with these three. I miss their laughter, silliness, and voices. But most of all, I miss having them here.

It wasn't until a sob ripped from my throat that I realized the dam had finally broken. Before I knew it, I fell to the ground, ugly crying, as all the memories of the past flooded back, which I had successfully locked away. Why are they coming back now?

I couldn't hold back any longer. With the door wide open and me kneeling in the room right in front of a pile of clothes that hadn't moved since the accident. Somehow, his scent still clung to them. I loved this smell, it had always made me feel safe.

For a fleeting moment, I thought someone was standing at my side because it felt like a hand was gently stroking my back. From the top of my shoulder to my side. I knew the fingers would try to tickle me there, which they always did. In their words: “If you laugh, you cannot cry."

It made me feel better, even though there wasn't a hand or anyone at my side when I finally looked around.

I wiped away my tears, went to the closet, pulled out most of the clothes, and left the room. I left the door open and immersed myself in the pleasant scent. Upon returning to the other room, I opened the door, letting it stay open. I retrieved the remaining clothing items and proceeded downstairs.

Fortunately, the two men had come in together with Hannah, waiting in the open living room. As soon as she saw me, her eyes also became sad. She was obviously worried.

I stayed silent as I placed the clothes on a nearby table. I didn't even look at her anymore. “Please ask Jonathan to show these two how to clean the barns as punishment for being a day late,” I said sternly to Hannah, without a hint that anything was wrong.

Finally, I turned to the two men, looking at me uncomfortably. "Right," I mumbled, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, "call Tomas as well and tell him we have new puppies. I'll start training them tomorrow."

I could see her nodding in understanding.

“I will be back in the evening.”

It took a while, but before I could reach the door, her voice sounded again: "Where are you going?“ Panic could be heard in her voice.

“The lake,” I answered curtly as I opened the door.

She gasped. Which wasn't surprising since I hadn't been there since the day my life fell apart two years ago.

Just as a gust of wind passed me, I felt something strange at the end of my leg. When I looked down, I saw one of the little wolves. Barely strong enough to walk.

Hannah became even more panicked as she tried to run towards me, most likely to take the wolf away from me. But much to her certain amazement, I crouched down. “Do you want to come with me?” I ask softly and gently stroke the wolf’s head.

It even tried to howl. I could only smile.

"Come on!“ I told it, holding out my hand.

The little wolf sniffed it. A second later, I licked it and then suddenly nibbled on it.

“You’re a cheeky little guy, aren’t you?” I asked, laughing. I grabbed the wolf by the neck and examined him. “Yes, a naughty little boy.”

I put him in the palm of my hand and stroke him a little more. I even set a kiss on his head, after which he tried to get another one by following my head.

Instead of leaving the house, I went to the fridge, took a couple of small meat cubes, and put them into a small container. While doing this, the little wolf cranked his head and licked my hand. He could obviously smell the meat on it. His teeth weren't very long, but they would suffice to chew a little.

Without giving any of the three a last glance, I left the house and headed north towards a forest that was a few kilometers away. I had to go through it to reach the lake, which was located near a corner of my property. Even though the place was gloomy, I still had to go there after all these years.

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trentcrimminallybeautiful · 19 days

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @rngaredead :)

For simplicity's sake I'm going to go with just my biDEMONium/trentcrimminallybeautiful ao3 and not try to combine it with my thesorrowoflizards one (why do i have more than one? because i was, among other things, an idiot who didn't know how pseuds worked next question) even though that would probably double some of these numbers lkfjgh

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Again, just on this account? 171 (some of those are oneshot compilations though)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

661,851 for now

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Ted Lasso, The Mysterious Benedict Society, The House on the Cerulean Sea, House MD, Death by Dying, Instinct, King Falls AM. Also, sort of Gravity Falls. Mostly those first two though, tbh. This one I think I will include other fandoms I've written and posted for on other accounts because it's fun and less about math. So also Shadowhunters, The Librarians, The Mentalist, The Dresden Files (TV), Roswell New Mexico, The Sandman, Star Trek, Professor Layton, Sanders Sides, Miraculous Ladybug, and sort of The Legend of Zelda. Also see, for unposted or posted a very long time ago and no longer something I would willingly share, Supernatural, Dirk Gently (both 2016 and 2010), Doctor Who, Warehouse 13, SurrealEstate, Person of Interest, Haven, Leverage, Bones. Psych, and probably more

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth (Trent/Ted - 1,157 kudos)

semaphore (Trent/Ted; Trent & Colin - 997 kudos)

off the handle (Trent/Ted - 736 kudos)

linger (Trent/Ted - 709 kudos)

a preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two (Trent/Ted; Diamond Dogs - 673 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to but I always get really busy/tired and then it's been so long it feels like it would be weird if I did. Plus, sometimes my answers by nature of the comments can get repetitive and then even though I'm being sincere I feel insincere which sucks. However, if a comment has a direct question or something I actually have like, something unique to say about, I'm much more likely to respond sooner rather than later/never. I appreciate every single comment soooo much though literally my motivation to get through the day like 80 percent of the time

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to stick with Ted Lasso fics here since I have so many fics posted and this is my Ted Lasso sideblog and say... well, most of the time I have a bittersweet ending and then some sort of hopeful epilogue (such as with ink sunset and make a mess of you) but I guess betrayal's sting / absolution's balm or something to get off my chest may qualify?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh, honestly, most of them are happy endings. I think trick & treat and matters of the heart end on particularly high notes?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in this fandom! Yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh, yeah, baby. So much. Not sure what "kind" means in this context. It sure is explicit smut. I have tended almost exclusively towards hot transgender sex the last few years because. yknow. hi. but somehow I don't think that's the intention in the question.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do, but I haven't posted a lot. Only one on this account (a Gravity Falls x The Mysterious Benedict Society crossover that started as a joke because of a shared actress) although I had an interesting Shadowhunters x The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess fusion on my other account. I've written some pretty weird WIPs, though. And I've got some posts about Ted Lasso crossover/AUs, like a Sarah Jane Adventures AU, a Pushing Daisies AU, a Stardust AU... You can find that kind of thing in this tag on my blog.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Not in this fandom, though, as far as I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Again, not in this fandom, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh, man, I don't know if I can decide. Magnus/Alec (TV version only I'll die on this hill) will always hold a special place in my heart, but I've got other "obsessed with this when I was a kid" ships and also recency bias/current hyperfixation means Trent/Ted screams as an immediate answer, and so on and so forth. I'm bad at picking favorites. Overall, I'd probably say one of those two, or both.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sticking to Ted Lasso again (I have. so many MBS WIPs. god.) I'd say lost sight of (who you are) (lost motivation, want to finish, fuck!!) or sweeter than heaven (hotter than hell) (got mad at it), or!! oh!!! ink sunset (stuck) and possibly the next installment of matters of the heart. Yeah, I have a problem

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at being funny and also at eloquent but perhaps a little too verbose metaphors. I love me an elaborate metaphor

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

It's hard for me to focus and get what I have in my head out sometimes, even when I really want to. Whether it's being unable to organize or just my brain flat-out refusing to cooperate and do anything. Also, I'm way too like. easily discouraged with lack of feedback, and even a little negative feedback can kind of ruin my week and make me never wanna go back to that story ever again.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I just realized. The questions seemed familiar but I wasn't sure why and now I know, now that I've gotten to this question. I have done this game before and I remember bc of this question. I was confused bc it was under a different name, I think the questions were in a different order, and it was sometimes slightly differently worded but nope! This is the same one! Weird Anyway, just for this particular question, I'm going to copy-paste my old answer because I'm lazy. I’m extremely bad at linguistics in general, so if I must include someone talking in another language in my fic, I think I’d tend to cheat and do italics or some other indication that this is ‘in another language’ (ie “Where are you going?” she asked in Russian), but that’s admittedly a lazy approach. But I also think it’s probably better than butchering it with an auto-translator? Also, when people just include the translation in the end notes, even with a link (although that makes it marginally better) it breaks the flow of the story and makes it hard to read. Making an effort to at least match grammar is good (which I would do if it was for longer than a single scene, probably) but I think the best solution is when people know what they’re doing and like, have an actual translation with a little html code so you can click on it and it reveals what it means? Or if you’re clever, revealing what it means using context around it, but that has its own limitations. So that both like, uses the actual language and doesn’t break up the flow. It balances accessibility, flow, and respect for the other language in question well. But you’ve got to both know what you’re doing with the language (either asking someone/hiring someone/knowing the language yourself) and the html (although there are guides for that you’d have to spend time figuring it out + know it exists in the first place to look). And this is fanfiction, something we ultimately do for free in our spare time, so the lazy approach, I think, can be understandable. Maybe not in every context, but it’s not worth stressing a lot over in a few random lines or anything, you know? It is really cool when people do know a language well enough to include it properly in a fic, though, it can say a lot about a character or dynamic; and their background(s) and like. it’s neat :)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ever? Doctor Who. And I don't remember the order, but after that I know I wrote some stuff about Star Trek (mostly TNG but I believe also TOS), Supernatural, A:LTA, Marvel, WTNV, and the Stanley Parable? I think I first posted either Supernatural or WTNV

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I have no idea. Some of my top ones (for Ted Lasso again) would be matters of the heart and trick & treat I suppose?

Tagging: whoever wants to do this man, I probably tagged everyone I'd normally tag last time so if you see this and you wanna do it, go ahead and tag me and do it!

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ghoulie-67-baby · 2 months

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Sleepless nights - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You always have sleepless nights, when you go to train like usual you find someone else there already.

Warning: training/Sparring, mentions of injury/blood, mentions of nightmares.

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x GN!reader (platonic).

Word count: 1,340.

I tossed and turned with a huff, my eyes fluttering restlessly, kicking the duvet off me. It was a running joke with me and the Lightwood that sleep was for the weak but in reality, it was because I could never sleep a whole night. The nightmares made it impossible and though on the outside it seemed funny, it was draining me rather quickly. Irritated, I swung my legs out of bed and groaned with my head in my hands. Even if I managed to doze off, it was already two-thirty and everyone would start waking up soon enough.

Staying shrouded in the darkness, I managed to drag on clothes. Opening the door which softly creaked in protest. The institute was deadly silent bar the occasional snore from behind doors.

Izzy was a deep sleeper and swore she didn't do anything as ghastly as snore but the obnoxiously loud sound creeping from her bedroom defied her protests. I grinned, shaking my head as I passed her room and padded down the corridor, becoming a little less cautious as screens and monitors came into view. I wandered towards the training suites, slowing once more when I noticed the lights were already on. The echoing of a punching bag made me consider perhaps Jace was already in there like he was when he couldn't sleep too.

I crept in the direction of the noise, peering around one of the pillars, surprised to find Alec rather than the suspected blond. I had never seen him training at this time before. It was no secret that he didn't sleep well either but he tended to stay in his room to occupy himself. His grunts of effort ricocheted through the room as he went to town on the bags. With the way his knuckles were wrapped, I could only imagine the bruising he would have later on.

"Knock Knock," I called softly, tapping the stone pillar with a tired smile. "Didn't think anyone would be in here."

"Y/N, what're you doing up?" His voice was gruff, a tired edge clinging to his words as he panted.

"I could ask you the same thing," I teased, noticing the humour flew over his head. He looked drained and worn down, almost grey under the training room lights. "I just couldn't sleep, I come here to work stuff off when it gets too much is all. What about you?"

"Couldn't sleep either." He landed a few more hits on the leather bag before stilling it with his hands. His hesitance was apparent as he stared at the scuffed floor. "Had a nightmare, needed to do something to work it out." I wandered farther into the room, crossing my arms as I did.

"Hmm, I get it, most nights I'm in here for that reason. By the Angel, our dreams like to keep us on our toes huh?" I smiled grimly, picking up a sparring pole, and holding out a second one for my fellow shadowhunter. "Wanna work off some steam? I could use a partner, the dummies don't tend to fight back. Makes it too easy." He considered for a moment before unwrapping his hands. He usually had a knack for wrapping them properly but I winced at the sight of his bruised and slightly bloody skin. It really was a bad one. I made a mental note to remind him to activate his Iratze later.

"Jace mentioned that you spend a lot of time in here when the institute sleeps." His statement seemed nonchalant like he understood why it wasn't a general topic of conversation. I threw the second pole towards him as he walked down the steps and into the sparring area, grinning as he caught it with an expert spin.

"Yeah, explaining it is a pain and I'm used to it by now, I'm lucky if I get a couple hours a night but my body doesn't complain anymore." I shrugged despite the concern on his face. I knew it wasn't healthy to barely sleep, especially using up energy on training. But, there was no chance my brain was getting with the program of producing enough melatonin and blocking out the nightmares so powering through was the best option. Moving into my beginning stance, I span my own staff in my hands. "Anyway, I still do my job just as well ao its not an issue."

"Have you tried any magic or potions to stop the dreams? I'm sure Magnus could rustle something up for you." I shook my head, blocking his first hit with ease as we started to warm up.

"I wouldn't want to be any trouble, besides, I've taken potions before and they just made me feel like crap. Honestly, I'm used to it." I threw myself towards him with a little more ferocity than he expected, causing him to stumble with widened eyes.

"Magnus is the high warlock of Brooklyn, his wouldn't make you feel awful," he pressed, recovering from his surprise. I nodded slightly but gave him a pointed look to drop it, the room falling into a rhythm of clashing metal, heavy breathing and the occasional grunt from the pair of us. My focus was solely on the fight, my emotions channelling into the fight.

"You should talk to someone about your dreams." I panted, "I know this isn't the first time you've been up." My breath caught in my throat at a particularly rough lunge. "I see your light under the door when I walk past, can hear you shuffling around." I slid to the ground as he got the upper hand on me. I took the opportunity and knocked him down with the pole, the sound echoing through the room.

"It doesn't matter, too much explaining like you said and I do my job too." He ground out, using my own words against me. He hauled himself to his feet, leaving his pole on the floor where it had rolled away. I continued to push against him with my own, swinging and spinning the pole, allowing him to counteract with his hands.

"Look, all I'm saying is it can help. Sometimes Izzy listens to mine but there's only so much she can listen to." I wiped the hair back from my face with a huff.

"I don't want to speak about it, I can handle it." I scoffed at his answer, yelping as he yanked the sparring pole from my hands, sending me flying. The pole twirled in his hand dangerously as he stalked over to my sprawled-out body. I gasped as the air was dragged from my lungs.

"Look," ignoring the way my voice cracked I squinted up at him, gathering myself. "I'm offering you an outlet. If you don't want to talk then you're more than welcome to come here when you have a bad night. I'm here every night anyway so train with me. I won't make you talk, won't pressure you, just fight unless you want to. Talk. You just have to say the words." He gazed down at me, looking confused before offering me a hand up.

"Only training, no questions unless I want to?" Alec's voice was unsure but I nodded in confirmation and encouragement.

"I'm a good listener, I don't mind you talking at me just as much as I don't mind a nighttime training partner." I smiled, placing the poles back on their stand, rolling my shoulders out as I did. "We should go get ready for the day. It's almost five and I need a good scrub before breakfast." I gestured towards his hands before I left. "Don't forget to activate your Iratze, those knuckles look sore."

"Hey Y/N," I paused, swinging back around. "Thank you, and I can listen too if you need it." I smiled widely, nodding in thanks before leaving. That was a huge step for Alec, but to hear him say that made happiness spread through my chest as I walked through the rousing institute.

Perhaps I'd take him up on the offer sometime.

#shadowhunters #shadowhunters imagines #shadowhunters imagine #the mortal instruments #the mortal instruments imagines #alec lightwood #alexander lightwood #reader imagine #reader insert #x reader

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♡Welcome to my Blog♡

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▪︎I'm 18 years old

▪︎Isfp

▪︎Pronounces are she/her

▪︎I love Music since I was little and Writing since 2020

▪︎I'm from Germany. But I can speak English and also a bit korean

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~Series~

▪︎Heartstopper

▪︎Cobra Kai

▪︎Supernatural

▪︎Shadowhunters

▪︎Shadow and bone

▪︎Good Omens

▪︎Vampire diaries

▪︎Teen Wolf

▪︎Loki

~Films~

▪︎Blue beetle

▪︎The hating game

▪︎Dr. Strange

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•Lord of the rings/the hobbit

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▪︎book worm

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myadmiringmind · 2 years

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Late Night Demon Hunting | Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Pairing (s): Jace Herondale x girlfriend!reader, mention; Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood

Summary: Reader goes demon hunting and Jace decides to tag along

Warnings: Blood, demons, weapons, walking at night

Notes:

Set after City of Glass

Jace didn’t die and come back alive

Valentine was still defeated though

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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The only thing that can be heard in the institute is the sound of my black boots against the hardwood floor. I remind myself to put a soundless rune on my boots before I leave.

My thoughts are interrupted when I see a certain blonde leaning against the wall- is he filing his fingernails with his stele again?

“Jace?” His head shoots up at the sound of my voice and he grins.

“That would be me.” He begins to walk toward me, “Are you ready to go?”

“What do you mean?” I question confused

“Demon hunting of course, what else? You know they can never get quite enough of my good looks. Such a shame they get themselves killed for it though.” He answers with a fake sigh of disappointment

“I didn’t think you were going.” I answer walking to his side

“Why, because my parabatai is currently traveling the world with his warlock boyfriend? You know a shadowhunters work is never done, even then. You know, we should go on vacation somewhere, just the two of us.”

I ignore the increased beating of my heart and look up at my boyfriend, “I mean, that I didn’t think you’d be going with me. I thought you were gonna take it solo until Alec got back.”

“And let my beautiful girlfriend go by herself. I gotta make sure you’re safe, just like any good boyfriend.” He grins at me

I scoff, “I think I can handle myself quite alright.”

“I know, but it is quite hot watching you fight, and I thought ‘why deprive myself of such a wonderful sight’.” He responds with the same stupid grin

“You won’t be able to watch me because you’ll be too busy fighting yourself.” I say while subconsciously making sure I have everything I need on my person

“I can do both, you know I'm a fantastic multi-tasker.” He smirks and I choose not to answer him

“So, do you have everything?” He asks once more

“I need to put a soundless rune on my boots.” I recall

He clicks his tongue and nods, “We don’t need the sound of your boots alerting the demons of our unholy intentions.” He kneels down in front of me and draws the rune on my right boot first with his stele, then a twin of it on my left.

He stands back up and faces me, “Is that all then?” He whispers his face close to mine

I manage to keep my composure but my voice breaks when I answer, “That’s all.” I curse myself inwardly

He smirks and kisses me, hard. I’m barely able to kiss him back before he’s pulling away and grabbing my hand, pulling me towards the door.

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Jace's left hand held a sensor while his right held my hand. We were walking through ChinaTown, which was considerably busy considering the time of day it was. But it was always busy in New York City. The people walked past us without a single glance since we had glamoured ourselves sometime prior.

“Anything?” I ask glancing at the sensor in Jaces hand

Jace nods and looks up. I see a restaurant we often order from, mostly on the nights Izzy decides to...cook.

“Well at least this demon has good taste.” He murmurs before pulling me into the restaurant.

I look around before I hear Jace whisper my name, when he sees that I'm looking at him he nods his head in the direction of one of the tables.

I see it immediately, sitting alone at one of the tables with a plate of egg rolls. To the mundane it looked perfectly normal but Jace and I were able to see right through its disguise.

Jace scrunched his nose, “Who eats only egg rolls? This ones weird.”

I rolled my eyes but smiled, “They’re all weird.”

Jace shrugs and silently nods to the sign that indicates the direction of the restrooms. I nod back and we detach from each other.

As I'm walking around the corner I'm able to hear Jaces voice, “Have you ever tried their mu shu pork? It’s to die for.”

I roll my eyes and giggle under my breath.

A man passes me without a look in my direction as I lean against the wall, waiting patiently. I don’t have to wait long before the demon that was sitting at the table is thrown at the wall past me. He gets up quickly snarling his ugly long teeth.

“Not friendly I see.” I comment grabbing one of my seraph blades from one of the pockets in my jacket

“She’s taken, buddy.” I hear Jace say, but I don’t turn to see him, keeping my eyes on the demon who’s still snarling at me.

I murmur the name of my blade just in time for the demon to lunge at me. My blade grazes its side causing bits of black blood from its side. It hisses slightly in pain.

“You never did answer my question!” Jace yells as the demon now lunges at him

I come up behind them intending to stab the demon in the back but it lunges out of the way before I get the chance.

Jace, now at my side, looks at the demon expectantly.

“Screw you shadowhunters and your pork!” The demon hisses in a non-human voice

Jace gasps before lunging at the demon with his seraph blade, “And here I thought we were gonna have a nice conversation.” Jace says through clenched teeth

The demon narrowly dodges Jaces blade as I make my way toward the demon once more. My seraph blade punctures the demon's arm and it yells in pain as I push it toward Jace.

Jace cuts off one of its legs making a puddle of black blood underneath. Jace's arms go under the demons and he holds it as still as he can while the demon struggles against him. Jace nods at me with a smirk.

I lunged at the demon one last time and cut off its head.

The hallway is now drenched in black blood, and that reflects on our gear.

“Hot.” Jace says to me as he stands up from behind the demon

I shake my head but my smile gives me away.

Jace looks down at the demon's remains and makes a disgusted sound, “How can he not like mu shu pork?” Jace asks

I laugh and walk towards him. The demon's body and blood disappear unsurprisingly.

“That’s what you got from that?” I laugh

“You meet a lot of ugly demons if that's what you’re talking about. But I’ve never heard of one not liking mu shu pork.” Jace answers, his arm going around my waist.

“That’s because you never ask.” I answer

Jace makes a sound of agreement, “I suppose I should start then.” He looks down at me and smiles, “Breakfast?”

I look down at my clothes, soaked in black demon blood and sweat, “Shower.” I answer

Jace grins, “I like your idea much better.”

#jace herondale imagine #jace herondale #jace lightwood #jace herondale fluff #jace herondale x reader #the mortal instruments

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 9 months

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New Ocs!

I have new ocs to introduce, some that aren’t on my masterlist yet (but I’ll add them soon, I promise) (I have too many Gotham ocs, I know that I’ll probably scrap some of them, but until then...)

Shadowhunters

Marceline Seymour - Mundane (with Sight); future Elys’ girlfriend

Her faceclaim is Holland Roden!

Vincent “Vice” Verlac - Shadowhunter; Nico’s best friend (and ex boyfriend); just wants to be a singer; doesn’t care about fighting;

His faceclaim is Charlie Gillespie!

Descendants

Esme Balthazar - daughter of Edgar Balthazar; cat lover; her and Carlos are besties; ship TBD

Her faceclaim is Maria Ehrich!

Celestine - daughter of Blue Fairy

Her faceclaim is Maude Apatow!

Bernadette “Bernie” Poppins - daughter of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin sister of Armie

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

Armie Poppins - child of Mary Poppins and Bert; twin brother of Bernie

His faceclaim is Noah Schnapp!

Gavin - son of the White Knight; sweetest boy ever;

His faceclaim is Matt Cornett!

Brielle - daughter of the Red Knight

Her faceclaim is Sadie Soverall!

Rowan Cheshire - child of the Cat of Cheshire and Redacted;

Their faceclaim is Joy Sunday!

Glee

Jean St James - sister of Jesse St James; the sweetest girl in town; already famous singer

Her faceclaim is Olivia Rodrigo!

Maya Puckerman - younger sister of Noah Puckerman; Cheerio; New Directions memeber; wasn’t there for the first season for reasons lmao

Her faceclaim is Alexia Demie!

Mirabelle Ryder - Cheerio; no plot just vibes

Her faceclaim is Sofia Carson!

Morgan Smith - Cheerio; one of the Originals New Directions member; future Broadway star; (maybe a Rachel ship... tbd)

Her faceclaim is Lili Reinhart!

Melanie Jay - Football Player at McKinley (the only girl in the team); New Directions Memeber; basically girly girl who likes to play football and sing and that can kick your ass

Her faceclaim is Hailee Steinfeld!

Dulcinea “Dulcie” Klempt - niece of Isabelle Wright; famous dancer

Her faceclaim is Kristine Froseth!

Ezekiel “Zeke” Wright - son of Isabelle Wright; hates being famous; just wants a normal teenage life; hides in Lima for not handle New York shit

His faceclaim is Dylan Sprayberry!

Stranger Things

Effie Munson - Eddie Munson’s younger sister; probably a Robin ship (TBD)

Her faceclaim is Emma Mackey!

Sunny Henderson - Dustin Henderson’s older sister; Steve ship

Her faceclaim is Haley Lu Richardson!

Ethan Clifford - sweetest guy in all Indiana; ends up in the middle of the Hawkins Supernatural Chaos by accident

His faceclaim is Joshua Bassett!

Gotham

Annalise Pennyworth - niece of Alfred Pennyworth; Bruce (potential Bruce x Selina) ship

Her faceclaim is McKenna Grace (and probably Meg Donnelly when she’s older but... TBD)!

Margaret Gordon - young sister of Jim Gordon; the darling of the GCPD (does she work there? No)

Her faceclaim is Florence Pugh!

Virginia Falcone - daughter of Carmine Falcone; sister of Sofia and Mario Falcone; (don’t know about her for the vigilante thing... I’m more towards yes but not sure yet)

Her faceclaim is Zoey Deutch!

Karina Wayne - aunt of Bruce Wayne; Wayne Enterprices’ heiress (at least half of it); future vigilante (name tbd)

Her faceclaim is Anne Hathaway!

Vera Wayne - twin sister of Bruce Wayne (or at least this is what they think... spoiler: she isn’t)

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

Myra “Hel” Mooney - niece of Fish Mooney; rich bitch energy

Her faceclaim is Savannah Lee Smith!

Penelope Fisher - private detective; just wants to know what the fuck is going on in Gotham; the law can’t stop her lmao

Her faceclaim is Emma Stone!

Elijah Crow - no plot just vibes; vigilante for sure but name TBD

His faceclaim is Dominic Sherwood!

Mireille Lacroix - first and only daughter of an elite family of Gotham; future vigilante (name TBD)

Her faceclaim is Dove Cameron!

#new ocs #my ocs #new fc #new faceclaim #greta's ocs madness era

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Dalliance | Chapter Four

Matthew Fairchild x Fem!OC

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: blood and injury

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There were immediately shouts and screams as the demon appeared out of the water. Delilah was on her feet in an instant. The demon sprung directly onto Piers Wentworth, he kicked and thrashed as he went down, desperate to get away from the demon. Cordelia sprinted past Delilah, she ran in the direction of her brother.

All of the picnics were abandoned as Shadowhunters shouted and screamed. Delilah was on edge as her heart hammered in her chest. She crossed the turned up blanket and stood close to Christopher, Anna standing just behind them. From his belt, Christopher silently handed her a seraph blade which Delilah took with barely steady hands.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Delilah let out a breath, trying to steady her breathing. It was daylight, she thought, there shouldn’t be any demons. From beside her, Christopher looked down at her. Delilah felt his gaze and turned her gaze to meet her brothers. There was a silent communication between the two. Are you okay? The look on Christopher’s face seemed to suggest. Delilah nodded as she let out one final breath.

Around her, all Shadowhunters that were able to fight had their weapons drawn. The demon that attacked Piers was gone, leaving him in pain on the grass. Despite the demon being gone, Delilah didn’t feel as if it was all over. Goosebumps encased her body as a chill went down her spine.

Everything was silent. People talked around her and the cries of Rosamund over her brother echoed throughout the park, yet to Delilah it was silent. Her gaze was fixated on the trees. They whipped back and forth in the wind as ragged black shapes rose from them. Delilah gripped onto Christopher’s wrist and Anna stepped closer to her siblings as all three of them stared ahead at the menacing shapes in the trees.

Before Delilah had time to process anything, demons sprung from the trees.

Delilah yelled the name of the seraph blade and immediately sprung into action. The demons raced silently across the grass. Delilah stepped back from her siblings as a demon ran straight toward her. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The demon ran fast, its flaming eyes fixated on Delilah. As the demon gradually got closer she brought her blade down cutting into its shoulder. The demon flinched away but didn’t back down.

Delilah backed away a little, curing the dress she wore. If she were in her gear she would be a lot more comfortable but her thick skirts combined with her corset restricted her movement a lot. She ducked as the demon leaped at her, its claws barely missing her shoulder. Delilah let out a huff, her hair tumbling out of the bun. The demon turned around and snarled at Delilah.

Delilah rose and ran toward the demon, finally bringing the blade down with enough force that it pierced through the body of the demon. It disappeared. Delilah allowed herself to stop for one quick breath before turning to face the rest of the battle. From across the park, she could see her sister hunched over a bleeding Ariadne. Delilah gasped before she broke out into a run. Before she could get close, another scream broke out, distracting the Lightwood girl. Turning toward the source of the scream, Delilah faced Barbara who had a demon locking its jaws around the skin on her leg. Delilah ran.

James flung himself at the creature, knocking it to the side, Matthew following his parabatai. Delilah crouched down to check on Barbara. She was pale and there was blood across her dress and dripping down her leg. Thomas came sprinting over to his sister and cousin. Delilah bit the inside of her cheek at Thomas’s expression as he took Barbara’s bloody hand in his. Her breathing was ragged.

The demons were gone and the destruction they had left behind was immeasurable. Thomas gently lifted Barbara up into her arms as Oliver drew many healing runes upon her skin. Delilah stepped back to allow the two to be alone with Barbara. Delilah looked around the park for her siblings. She spotted Anna still on the ground, Ariadne’s head in her lap as she gently brushed the hair away from her face, Ariadne’s dress was stained red.

A gentle hand was placed on Delilah’s shoulder, causing her to flinch away. Turning around she was greeted by Christopher’s violet eyes. She flung herself at her brother, hugging him tightly. Christopher hugged Delilah back as the two stood together in the centre of the destruction.

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Delilah had found herself in the back of a carriage with Cordelia, Lucie and Matthew. Christopher had taken Grace home in their carriage and Charles lad left with Ariadne in the Consul’s carriage. Leaving both Delilah and Matthew to cadge a ride with Lucie and Cordelia.

Sitting beside her, Matthew stared lazily out of the window, paying no attention to the three sitting in the carriage. His hair was messed up and he had no intention to fix it, his clothes were stained with blood and ichor. The tight grip he had on the seat cushions made his knuckles turn white.

Delilah leant her head against the back of the carriage, closing her eyes wishing the images of her friends, bloody and hurt, would leave her mind. They didn’t. Opening her eyes again, Delilah stared out of the window watching the city of London go by. Unconsciously, Delilah fiddled with the hem of one of her skirts, carelessly picking out a thread. It made no difference, the dress was unwearable due to the fresh stains of blood that coated it. Not her blood, the blood of her cousin Barbara.

“I still don’t see how it’s possible,” said Lucie. “Demons don’t come out during the day. They simply don’t.”

“I’ve heard of them appearing under thick cloud cover before,” said Cordelia. “If no sunlight could get through–”

Matthew gave a hoarse laugh, cutting Cordelia off. “That was no natural storm. Yet I have never heard of demons who could control the weather, either.”

Delilah watched as he drew a silver flask from his waistcoat pocket. The Lightwood girl let out a quiet sigh.

“Did you see the wounds?” Lucie asked. “I have never seen anything like it. Barbara’s skin was turning black at the edges where she was bitten–”

“You have never seen anything like it because there never has been anything like this,” said Matthew. “Demons who bring their own night with them? Who attack us when we are vulnerable because we believe we cannot be assailed.”

Delilah finally turned to face him. His jaw was set and there was a slight shake to his hands that now clutched tightly onto the flash instead of the seat cushion.

“Matthew,” said Cordelia sharply. “Stop frightening Lucie when we do not even know what we are dealing with yet.”

Matthew took another swig from his flask. “Lucie doesn’t get frightened, do you Luce?”

“I am frightened for Barbara and Ariadne, and for Piers,” Lucie said. “Are you not concerned? Barbara is our family, and Ariadne one of the kindest people I know.”

“There is no special protection in this world for kind people,” said Matthew.

“ Matthew, ” Delilah warned, speaking for the first time since she sat in the carriage.

Matthew turned to her, his flask held halfway to his lips. He held Delilah’s warning gaze. The hand holding the flask faltered a little. His hand shook. Delilah removed her hand from the hem of her skirt and rested it on top of Matthew’s, which was resting on the cushion of the seat. She barely grazed his hand before he withdrew it, placing it in his lap.

“Yes, I’m being a beast. I know that perfectly well.” said Matthew, raising the flask to his lips once more while Delilah continued to pick at the loose thread on her skirt.

The London institute rolled around quickly, the carriage came to a stop. Matthew immediately flung the door open and stepped out, offering his hand to Cordelia and helped her down followed by Lucie and then finally Delilah. She patted her skirts down and tried to look at least a little bit presentable as she stood in front of the London institute. From the corner of her eye, Delilah noticed Matthew looking down at his flask, glaring at it as if it were alive.

“I think I’ll take a walk,” said Matthew. “I’ll return shortly.”

“ Matthew !” Luce looked horrified. “But the infirmary– and Thomas needs us–”

“I don’t like illness,” Matthew said shortly and began to walk away, his steps careful.

Lucie turned to Delilah, a pleading look in her eyes. Delilah sighed. “I’ll go after him.”

Matthew hadn’t gotten too far away and Delilah had easily caught up to him. Now his steps were more messy and over the place once he thought he was far enough out of sight.

“Matthew,” said Delilah, coming to step beside him. They were not too far away from where Lucie and Cordelia stood but they were far enough as to not be heard. “What are you doing? There are people hurt in the institute and you are walking away from it all. Thomas needs you now more than ever. His sister is in there in pain and you are just walking away from it all?”

“I already told you,” Matthew said, turning to face Delilah. “I don’t like illness.”

“I don’t think anyone likes illness, Matthew,” Delilah said, trying to keep her voice calm. “But your friends need you. Surely you can put aside your aversion to illness for one damn night and stay with your friends.”

Matthew didn’t respond. He took a few steps back from Delilah, putting more space between them. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Matthew turned on his heel and walked away from Delilah, leaving her standing there alone. Delilah huffed before returning to Cordelia and Lucie. She had noticed two more figures joining them. Delilah’s heart became full.

“Mum!” Delilah exclaimed. “Dad!”

Cecily and Gabriel turned in the direction of the voice and Delilah rushed forward.

“Oh, my baby!” Cecily said, wrapping the arm that wasn’t holding Alexander around her daughter while Gabriel wrapped both of them in a hug. Delilah felt safe, safer than she had. Gabriel kissed the top of his daughter’s head as he pulled away from the hug as Cecily examined her daughter.

“You’re not hurt are you?” Cecily held tightly onto Delilah’s hand.

“I’m okay,” she reassured her parents. “I’m tired, but I’m okay.”

“Would you mind if I accompanied you to the infirmary?” Cordelia asked. “If there are bandages there, I could wrap my hands–”

“Daisy! Your hands! I should have given you a dozen iratzes, a hundred iratzes. It is only that you were so brave about your injuries–”

“Truly, it only hurts a little–”

Cecily smiled at Cordelia. “Spoken like a true Carstairs. Jem would never admit when he was in pain either.” Cecily pressed a kiss to Alexander’s head while still holding tightly onto Delilah’s hand. “Come, Lucie, let us get your future parabatai to the infirmary.”

***

It took Delilah a lot of convincing for her mother to let go of her hand but once she did, Delilah immediately went to Thomas’s side. He didn’t register her at first, he didn’t even know she was there. She sat in the seat next to him. Barbara lay asleep in the bed, her face nearly as white as the sheets. In the time it had taken for Delilah to get to the institute, the blood had been cleaned from her body. The marks from where the demon had sunk its teeth into her leg were still clearly visible, her skin black at the entrance wounds.

Delilah hated seeing Barbara laying in the infirmary bed. Barbara who was always dreaming of love and romanticising her life was lying in the clinical white bed, eyes shut while she fought for her life. Delilah hated it. But she could only imagine what Thomas felt. If it had been Anna or Christopher in the bed, Delilah would be fighting and killing every demon in existence if it meant getting revenge for her siblings.

Delilah gently reached over and took Thomas’s hand in hers. He finally acknowledged her when he gave her hand a weak squeeze, his gaze not moving from his sister. The two remained there for a while longer before Thomas broke the silence.

“I need to get out of here.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Delilah nodded as the two stood up. Thomas still gripped Delilah’s hand tightly, seeking comfort from her. “Where do you want to go?” Delilah asked.

“Anywhere but in here,” said Thomas, his gaze cast to the ground.

Delilah nodded once again as the two stepped out of the infirmary. They walked through the halls of the institute together. Delilah had grown to be quite close with her cousin. After her brother, James and Matthew were expelled from the academy, it was just her and Thomas left. Delilah remembered breaking down in Thomas’s arms, Thomas who was barely taller than Delilah herself, once the three were gone.

“She’ll be okay, Thomas,” Delilah said. “She’s strong.”

Thomas nodded. “She needs to be. She was so excited about the thought that Oliver might propose at the picnic.”

Despite the circumstances, Delilah smiled. “She’s always talking about Oliver. She has since she met him.”

A smile began to creep onto Thomas’s face. “You’re lucky you didn’t have to sit through every meal of her fawning over him.”

“Trust me, Tom. I’ve heard all about the fawning,” said Delilah. “A few weeks ago, she and I went dress shopping and the whole time she questioned whether Oliver would like it or not. She then proceeded to tell me how handsome and kind he was before switching the conversation over to my love life.”

“Your love life?” Thomas questioned, a playful smile pulling at his lips. “Why? Have you got your eye on anyone?”

Delilah let out a most unladylike laugh. “Definitely not. I’m rather invested in my art to even think about a potential partner.”

Thomas let out a small chuckle before it faded away. “She needs to be okay.”

Delilah squeezed his hand before their attention was diverted to the entrance hallway and a figure slipping through the doors. Christopher stood there glancing at Delilah and Thomas. As Christopher opened his mouth, Delilah began to speak.

“Mum and dad are in the infirmary,” Delilah said. Christopher gave a small smile and nod before he began to walk in the direction of the infirmary.

Thomas watched him leave and it was then when Delilah realised what Thomas needed. “Shall we go and find James? It would do you some good being surrounded by the others right now.”

Thomas looked down at her and nodded before the two began their search for James. It didn’t take them long at all. He stepped out of the music room with his father, Will Herondale, and Jem Carstairs– Brother Zachariah just as Delilah and Thomas were about to walk past.

Will took note of the expression on Thomas’s face before exchanging a glance with James. Will left the three alone without another word.

“James, I need something to do,” Thomas said once Will and Jem were out of earshot. “Something that might help my sister. I think I might go mad otherwise.”

“Of course– we all must help Barbara,” said James. “Thomas , in the park, Barbara saw the demons before everyone else. She was the one who warned me.”

“She had perfect Sight even before she got her Voyance rune,” Thomas said. “Perhaps because my mother was a Sighted mundane before she became a Shadowhunter. We’ve never been sure– Barbara wasn’t terribly interested in testing her abilities– but she always had unusually keen senses.”

“It is almost as if she could glimpse my shadow realm…” James trailed off, his gaze became unfocused on the floor, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. It was a look Delilah recognised all too well. James Herondale had an idea.

“We need to round up Matthew and Christopher,” said James, looking between Delilah and Thomas. “I have an idea of what we can do.”

“Christopher has just returned from Chiswick,” Thomas said. “We saw him in the entry hall. But as for Matthew…”

Delilah sighed. “I have an idea of where he might be.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” James asked.

Delilah shook her head. “I’ll be fine, I’ll be back quick.”

James nodded, his focus on Thomas, who had some colour return to his cheeks. “Meet us in the ballroom.”

Delilah nodded before walking back down the hallway in her search for Matthew.

***

It was cold outside, colder than it had been all day. Delilah shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself. The blood and ichor that had gotten on her dress had dried and Delilah could feel it on her bare arms. She should have asked James or Thomas for one of their jackets.

The row of carriages were vacant, all except one. The voice from inside was slurred and was singing. Rolling her eyes, Delilah approached the Baybrook carriage. She peered inside and there was the person she was searching for. He laid across the seat, flask in hand singing at the top of his lungs. Sighing, Delilah opened the carriage door.

Matthew sat up as soon as the door was opened, his eyes were unfocused as he took a sip from his flask. Delilah guessed he had found somewhere to fill it up in his absence.

“My Lila,” Matthew said affectionately.

Delilah ignored him and simply held out her hand to help him out of the carriage. Matthew didn’t take it.

“Why don’t you come and join me?” Matthew asked, “We haven’t done anything like this in a while.”

Delilah pinched the ridge of her nose. When Matthew got as drunk as he was, she forgot how hard it was sometimes to persuade him to do something.

“Matthew, we need to go and be with the others,” Delilah said.

Matthew’s expression darkened. “I told you twice, I don’t like illness.”

“We’re not going to the infirmary. Thomas needs you,” said Delilah, but Matthew still didn’t make a move to leave the carriage. “ James needs you.”

Delilah hoped that the name of his parabatai would convince him to even consider leaving the carriage. Delilah’s hopes were correct when Matthew slowly shuffled across the seat and closer to the door.

“What do they need help with?” Matthew asked.

Delilah shrugged. “I don’t know. James had an idea and told me to meet him, Thomas and Christopher in the ballroom once I found you.”

Matthew looked down at the flask in hand, a flash of contemplation spread across his face before he put the flask in his waistcoat pocket. He took Delilah’s hand gently and stepped out of the carriage. He was not steady on his feet and Delilah reached out and held his shoulders to keep him still.

“Are you okay?” Delilah asked, her voice soft.

Matthew nodded. Delilah didn’t look too convinced before she wrapped an arm around Matthew’s waist to help him walk straight. Matthew’s arm wrapped around her shoulder, his hand brushing her bicep.

“By the angel!” he exclaimed.

“What?” Delilah questioned, worried it was something bad.

“You’re freezing!”

“It isn’t exactly warm, Matthew,” Delilah said, while trying to support his weight as he still swayed in her arms.

Matthew rubbed her arms which Delilah guessed was him trying to warm her up but all it did was tickle her upper arm and made her twitch. Which Matthew interpreted as a shiver so he did it more. Delilah couldn’t wait until she was through the doors of the institute. Before they made it through the doors however Matthew stopped walking, holding Delilah’s wrist tightly.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Matthew said, before crushing her body against his in what Delilah presumed was a hug.

“You’re smothering me,” Delilah mumbled into his chest.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier,” Matthew apologised.

“You didn’t?” Delilah said.

Matthew didn’t respond, he only held her body against his. Delilah was concerned for two reasons. The first one was the fact that Matthew could barely support himself, let alone two people as she was not in a position to save either of them if he began to sway or fall. The second reason was his deep breaths he was taking, it wasn’t normal.

Delilah brought her hands up and returned the hug, hoping it would get him to loosen his grip a little. Matthew pulled back as Delilah held on to him to steady him. There was a flash in his green eyes that Delilah had never seen before but it was gone as quickly as she had noticed it.

Delilah turned and pushed open the institute doors, helping Matthew inside.

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girlofhoneyandglass · 11 months

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Maladaptive Daydream Terms i use

MADD: Maladaptive Daydream

Constant: The MADD Universe that gives me the most dopamine atm. It changes sometimes by the month but mostly it goes like 2 to 6 months.

Constants I've had:

Harry Potter: Whole lot of A/B/O

One Direction but i have my own band and thats also where Harley and Nya are. Whole lot of polyamory, Louis and Harry take on kinda big brother roles. Also Dom/sub relationship with Harley

Percy Jackson: Again, Polyamory. Very big Polycule here and mostly this Constant goes along with my Harry Potter one, think Crossover. Also A/B/O alot of times

Shadowhunter: This ones a bit older, but basically im a Simp™ for Clary and Isabelle so again, polyamory. Also my character is a mix of a warlock and a shadowhunter because i want to be powerful lmao

Completly forgot to add my royalty Constant lol. Welp here goes: im the crown princess of England and im in love with the princess of France (aka Sophie x) the whole things VERY dom/sub coded especially with all the bowing and shit

Another band MADD: Harleys there as well as nya and a few other people. The band is kinda rock/indie and the whole thing is very, very kinky.

Ill probably add more later