#the lightwood siblings

[buffyspeak]

the lightwood siblings are literally like. "what if three siblings who genuinely love and would die for each other lash out with the cruelest thing they can think to say when hurt because none of them ever learned proper emotional regulation or communication skills" and that's SO real of them. tbh.

(notably they're all pretty good at/about apologizing when it's called for)

[diana-bookfairchild]

@fluffbruary Day 8

Have some Lightwood siblings fluff for day 8!

“You alright down there?” Jace smirked at him from up in the rafters.

Alec groaned in response, stretching out on the ground in an effort to get rid of all the aches. “No. C’mon, Jace, enough training for now. It’s still early morning.”

His parabatai shrugged and then took a flying leap, doing a flip before landing on his feet. Alec didn’t even bother getting up or being surprised. Anyone who knew Jace knew how performing impossible feats was part of his routine.

“What do you want to do, then?” Jace asked, running his hand over the swords on the rack idly. “Sneak onto a mission? I heard Kadir’s leading a pretty good one, nest of Amphisbaena demons near the—”

“By the Angel, Jace, do you ever think about anything other than training and missions?” Alec rolled his eyes and jumped to his feet.

Jace considered that seriously. “Food,” he decided. “The piano. Demon languages. Regular languages. Plants. Runes. Girls. Sure, Alec, plenty of stuff.”

Alec ignored him. “I’m going to go check on Max,” he decided, “See if he’s up yet. He’s due to start physical training today, and Brynn Stormhurst is his trainer, and she isn’t kind with tardiness.” He walked off, knowing Jace would follow. Sure enough, he felt his brother’s body next to him near instantly, moving soundlessly.

“Which unit is he on?” Jace asked interestedly. “When I was his age, I’d already gotten my first rune. And killed several demons.”

Alec had several thoughts about Michael Wayland’s parenting, none of which would be a good idea to express in front of Jace. “That’s too dangerous,” he replied instead. “Max’s only six. You’re telling me you really want him out there?”

Jace grimaced. He was more protective of their younger brother than anybody else. “Fair enough.”

They found their sister at Max’s door, apparently having had the same thought. Isabelle was in a pale-yellow dress, her ruby at her throat and whip bracelet on her wrist, runes they needed to put on themselves daily neatly inked out. Fully dressed, fashionable as always.

“You’re up early,” Jace said in surprise. “Normally we can’t get you out of bed until eight.”

“Yes, well, it’s not everyday my little brother starts his physical combat unit!” Isabelle clapped in excitement.

“He’s starting his physical combat unit?” Jace gasped.

“Yep!” Max opened his door, beaming. “Finally! Izzy promised she’d give me some tips.”

“You’re getting Isabelle to talk about something other than clothes and fashion?” Jace whistled, mockingly impressed. “Amazing work, Max. High-five!”

Max giggled and raised his hand to meet Jace’s.

“Says the one who won’t shut up about training,” huffed Isabelle.

“What time do you have to report for training?” Alec asked, ignoring the two.

“Seven o’clock,” Max said, worrying his lip between his teeth.

Alec glanced at his watch. It was only five forty-five. He had time. “Okay. What do you want to do till then?”

Before Max could reply, Jace and Isabelle cut in. “We should go see the sunrise!” Jace suggested. “In the greenhouse. I’ll get you a practice seraph blade and we can go through the basics.”

“No way!” Isabelle said indignantly. “Alec and I can’t come there. We need some sibling bonding time!”

Both Alec and Jace rolled their eyes. As soon as Max nodded excitedly though, they softened.

“Alright,” Alec conceded. “Your room, Iz?”

“Are you kidding? The colours of that room give me a migraine,” Jace said disgustedly.

“Only because your room is as drab and ugly as a monk’s,” Isabelle muttered under her breath.

Jace opened his mouth to retort, but then saw Abraham Penfound approaching them. The nineteen-year-old was here for three months of his travel year. “Alright, Lightwoods?” He asked, before moving on. “Jace, Alec, Maryse wanted me to ask you two to take the shift on the midnight patrol.”

“Why?” Isabelle asked, eyebrows furrowed. “I thought it was full?”

“Wendell’s got kicked off active duty, and Rani got a call from Idris, she has to go there now,” he explained. “So?”

They exchanged a glance. Jace cocked his head to the side. Alec shrugged.

“Alright,” Jace said. “Tell her we’ll take it, and one of us will come to get the details after the kids’ training starts.”

“Why once the – oh. Congrats on the Physical Training entry, Max!” Abraham said, already moving to go.

“Thanks!” Max called after him. “Can I come with you? Pleeeeease?”

“No,” all three of his siblings said in unison. He pouted.

“You can hang out with me,” Isabelle said. “I’ll help you revise your runes, teach you some tricks with the whip and blade. I’ve been meaning to get an audience for a lecture on Paris’ current fashion trends anyway,” she nodded with satisfaction.

Max looked torn between a weapons lesson and sibling hangout vs no fashion lecture or extra studying. “Okay,” he said gloomily.

Jace clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You know what, we have an hour. Let’s go to Central Park and teach you how to spot fairies.”

“Right in time for sunrise!” Max brightened up before Alec could protest. “I love seeing the sunrises!”

“Yeah,” Jace said, his eyes soft, fixed on Max. “So do I.”

Alec knew that the sunrise was one of Jace’s fondest memories of Idris and the manor house he’d grown up in. He blew out an exasperated breath. How on earth could he argue against that without seeming like a grouchy buzzkill?

“C’mon, big brother,” Isabelle said, clearly noticing his hesitation, while Jace and Max excitedly planned a picnic. “It’ll be good for Max to get out before his first training. We could probably teach him better than Brynn anyway,” she muttered contemptuously. She disliked the other girl. “We’ll make sure he gets back in time.”

“Of course,” Jace said offendedly. “We can’t have Max being late for such a milestone! Shame on the Lightwood name,” he imitated their father’s heavy set tone, and Max giggled.

Alec sighed. “Fine. At least I’ll be there to keep you lot in line.”

“We don’t need keeping in line,” Isabelle sniffed haughtily. She lost the look soon enough though, and added excitedly, “Let’s take a blanket! And food! A picnic on the grass! Sounds amazing,” she clasped her hands together, beaming.

“Hopefully nothing you cooked,” Jace drawled.

Isabelle scowled at him and ruffled Max’s hair pointedly. “We can even feed the ducks!”

Jace’s suddenly alarmed look was enough for even Alec to laugh. “Shut up, Izzy. Alec, tell her!”

“Sorry,” Alec said, already dragging a giggling Max down to the kitchens to get a picnic basket. “I don’t take sides in idiotic arguments between my siblings. Get a blanket, see you in the elevator!”

“Alec, get back here—”

“You traitor, Alec—”

“Bye!” Max called as they sped away.

Alec could hear all three of his siblings laughing, and suddenly he couldn’t wait for sibling bonding time.

[kasirose]

This scene was way too perfect for this meme I just had to XD

Original scene by @cassandraclare under the cut!

here's the original meme too even though I'm pretty sure everyone knows it XD

[the-mortal-incorrects]

Jace: I did a bad thing. Alec, not looking up from his book: Does it affect me? Jace: No. Alec: Then suffer in silence. Jace: It affects Izzy- Alec, throwing the book aside: What the hell did you do?

[lachimolalaorangee]

I am rereading The infernal devices AND WHY IS SOPHIDEON SO UNDER APPRECIATED?! GOD DAMN GIDEON'S GROVELING?!HIS PROPOSAL TO SOPHIE ?! GABRIEL'S "NICELY DONE BROTHER" WHEN SOPHIE FOUND OUT GIDEON HID THE SCONES UNDER THE BED?!(Sorry this was so hilarious not to include)

[moonbreezes]

no because

Thomas: I just wanna say I’m part of the LGBTQ community, and this is my sister Eugenia. She’s an ally. Talk Eugenia!

Eugenia: ALLY!

[agnes-draws]

little collaboration with @skyllowarts 💖 - the carstairs family on christmas eve 1904-2013✨ + bonus sketch of alastair being bullied by his younger siblings (sorry i had too)

[isabellelightwood88]

So iconic PAHAHA

[overheardinidris]

Alec: Why did you tell Aldertree you don't know how to read?

Jace: Cause I didn't feel like reading and wanted him to read the report to me. My eyes are tired today.

Alec: You can’t do that.

Jace: Why not?

Alec: Jace, you are 20 years old and an accomplished shadowhunter, how would anyone believe you can't read?

Izzy: If I'm honest, I'm surprised he knows how to tie his shoes.

Jace: Hey, give me some credit. I'm not a complete doofus.

Izzy: You’re afraid of ducks.

Jace: They’re scary!

[margareturtle]

I don’t need a series about the next gen of TLH but it would be fun if we could learn a little about them through references that Tessa made.

Like:

Tessa to Kit: ya know who Ash reminds me of is Penelope Fairchild when she was young. Penny and her twin Louisa were very smart but while Louisa was more outgoing I always felt that Penny was more secretive like Ash.

OR

Tessa to Jem (looking at Kit with Mina): Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Jem: Alastair and Zachary

Tessa: Yes, I’m so glad Mina has a Kit in her life, I just hope for Kit’s sake and Mina doesn’t go through a phase of pranking her brother like Zachary did with Alastair

AND

Tessa watching Rafe and Max along with Mina:

(Max upset bc he is trying to draw something but it’s not coming out how he wants it to)

Tessa: It’s ok to not get it right the first few times Max, here let me tell you a story of one of your ancestors Christopher Joshi-Lightwood, he wanted to be an artist too…

[aleswiftgron]

The obsession that Cassandra Clare has with making 3 Lightwood children and then killing one off, like-

Anna✅ Alexander✅ Christopher💀

Eugenia✅ Thomas✅ Barbara💀

Alec✅ Izzy✅ Max💀

+(bonus) Gideon✅ Gabriel✅ Tatiana💀

Like why!?!?

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Try and stop me Part 2 - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You seek some comfort for you newly festering wound.

Warnings: Changing clothes, pet names, angst, crying, heartbreak.

Pairing: Lightwood family x Adopted!reader.

Word count: 1,370.

Note: This may be a little angsty projection from me so I apologise profusely.

I hadn't thought through this as much as I should have considering it was pouncing down with rain and I was wearing Jeans, black boots and a thin jumper. Most people would have grabbed a coat but I was so angry and aching to leave that I hadn't thought about it. So as I stomped through the streets, drenched and freezing I cursed myself thoroughly.

I had told Jace, Alec and Izzy they would know where to find me but I didn't even know where I was going. I let my mind zone out and wander, my feet carrying me wherever they felt like. Puddles splattered up my calves soaking me to the bone as I just walked and walked. All I could think of was how Robert was lucky I didn't reveal what I knew but my Mom didn't deserve the heartache of that so I had kept his filthy secret though every fibre of my being screamed against it.

The already dark skies blackened as the evening turned to night and I was violently shivering as I walked down the streets, ignoring the looks I was getting off Mundanes. My aching feet carried me down street after street, alley after alley until they carried me to an apartment I didn't care to pay attention to. Icy hands clenched as they knocked painfully against the wooden door that stood before me. I felt like my eyes had sunk into their sockets, long dried up from tears, and my lips were chapped from the cold and me biting them. I waited patiently as my head throbbed and pounded before knocking on much louder this time. A voice behind the door sounded extremely annoyed at the disturbance and the locks on the door jiggled and clicked open after a few moments.

"So help me if this isn't important then I will turn you into a hamster and keep you in a cage!" The door swung open and I lifted my head wearily to meet the gaze of the person, who was dressed in silk pyjamas. "Y/N? What on earth happened to you?" Magnus' voice softened considerably at my state and I just glanced down at Chairman Meow who wound himself between the Warlock's legs. My eyes welled up, much to my surprise, at the softness of his voice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, it's just, that I'm not welcome at the institute at the moment." I could barely speak above a scratchy whisper. "I just let my feet carry me and they brought me here. I was kind of hoping you would know what to do." My eyebrows furrowed as I spoke, confusing myself with what I wanted from him. Magnus' hand reached up and tucked a dripping straggle of hair behind my ear as I trailed off.

"Come in Cupcake, let's get you warmed up." Gentle hands guided me into the apartment and I stood silently as he wandered around getting towels and clothes for me. My mind was foggy until he stood in front of me and lifted my chin with his finger. My lip trembled as I stared into his eyes, willing myself not to cry anymore.

"He doesn't want me Mags, he never did." A look of confusion took over his features. "Robert doesn't want me. I'm not good enough. I tried to be, but I'm not." The warlock shook his head gently.

"Let's get you comfortable and then we'll talk. You'll get ill if you stay in these any longer. You're too fragile for magic at the moment so by hand will have to do." I was almost catatonic as he took me to the bathroom to change but I just stood in the middle of the room, not being able to move as my head was overloaded with thoughts. Eventually, he gave up and got me stripped out of the sodden wet clothes, incredibly respectfully, before slipping me into a pair of his grey bed joggers and a long-sleeved t-shirt. His warm hands then guided me back into the living room and onto the cloud-like cushions of the sofa. Within moments I had a hot cup of tea on the coffee table, a hot water bottle on my lap, a blanket around my shoulders and a very concerned-looking Magnus who had sat himself beside me giving me his full attention.

"We were having dinner as a family and he asked me why I hadn't been training so I explained how I'd fallen behind on the books and he started to tell me how I should have caught up because I'd had four years to get it done and that I'm lazy and don't work hard enough." My voice was hoarse and tired. "He never wanted me, Magnus, from the moment Maryse took me in he's looked through me like I'm a ghost. He told me I've never really been a Lightwood, that I take advantage of them." I clenched my fingers together as I spat out his words. "He wishes he hadn't let Mom take me in."

"Don't say that Pumpkin, of course, he wants you, you're his daughter too." I laughed bitterly as the first lot of tears slipped out.

"No, that's the thing. He said it, out loud, in from of Mom, Jace, Alec and Izzy. He said they didn't have to take me in and he was starting to wish they hadn't." I watched as his eyes widened in horror and his thumb brushed my knuckles softly. My lip trembled like a child's whilst my chest heaved.

"I just wanted him to see me. I wanted him to be proud of me and to love me like he loves them. I just wanted him to notice how hard I was trying, wanted him to see how everything I did was to make him happy." My voice broke and my vision blurred with tears. "I just wanted a dad. I've never asked them for anything. But I just wanted him to be my dad." Instantly I broke and my barriers released. My face streamed and I fell forward, letting Magnus catch me against his chest holding me as close as he could. My sobs and wails filled the room as my heart ached in my chest though it threatened to jump out.

The pain that I felt was nothing like I had felt before. Not even like what I felt after my parents abandoned me because this time I had lost someone that I actually loved. Lighting strikes of anguish struck me over and over, doubling me over to the point where I struggled to breathe from my crying. As my body shook, the force of it made Magnus' body shake too though he didn't mind. The Warlock held me, a hand on my back and the other cradling my head as his own tears dripped into my hair. I could hear myself saying the same words as I sobbed; He doesn't want me, it was like venom to my system, taking over and shutting it down, breaking me down by the second until I lay boneless in the arms of the Downworlder.

I didn't have the energy to cry anymore, didn't have the words to make myself feel better, didn't have the frame of mind to think clearly or the motivation to try and deal with this properly. My sobs had stopped and silent tears ran down my reddened cheeks and onto Magnus' already-soaked pyjama shirt as Chairman Meow nuzzled into my hands, providing his own comfort which I gladly accepted.

"Get some rest Pumpkin, we'll talk about this when you've got a little more energy." Magnus swung my legs up on the sofa and settled so I was lying with my head on his chest as he wrapped me up in a mountain of blankets. My skin was still cold to touch and I burrowed against his warm skin with a tired sigh as I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come. Eventually, I managed to drift off to the sound of the Warlock's heartbeat, his soft humming of an unfamiliar song and the gentle purrs of the cat that was curled up on his chest beside me.

[siblingshowdown]

Sibling Showdown Round 1 Bracket D4

[apricusapollo]

my all time favourite relationship in shadowhunters is alec and izzy. nothing and I mean NOTHING will ever compare to how they make me feel. the way they love each other and always protect each other and always stand by each other's side NO MATTER WHAT? their bond means so much to me.

[the-mortal-incorrects]

Isabelle: Hey, what time is it?

Jace: I don't know. Pass me that trombone and I'll find out.

Jace: [blasts trombone]

Alec: Who the FUCK is playing the trombone at TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING?

Jace: It's 2AM.

Clary: ...figured.

[layla-carstairs]

ok since we know for a fact that Jace has a scar from Simon biting him, does that mean Izzy and Alec also have scars????