#the way that it took everything in me to not make it all malec. fearless is a malec album

[drusilla-carstairs]

As a happy anniversary to Fearless (Taylor’s Version) I’m assigning a TSC character/ship to some Fearless TV songs!

Fearless - Malec - Starting off strong, a classic for a classic! Malec is Fearless. The Fearless rune is so important to their original TMI story and just,,, some on. “You pull me close and I’m a little more brave.”

Love Story - Sizzy - “Isabelle! Let down your raven hair!” Honestly who could do it better. If the Love Story final verse isn’t the Sizzy proposal I don’t want it.

Hey Stephen - Clace - Another perfect classic… sorry all the TMI ships are first but this is simply true.

White Horse - Cristina - “Stupid girl, I should’ve known, I should’ve known”. I just know Cristina blasted this song after her breakup with Diego )): “Begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like I always wanted, but I’m so sorry”

You Belong With Me - Drias - Maybe I am biased but Drias would give the perfect friends to lovers, and I can already see Thias in the role of unnoticed but always there for Dru until she realizes.

Breathe - Ty - I’ve always taken this song in a more platonic sense than romantic—so if you take this as a Ty & Livvy or a Ty & Kit song, it fits post-TDA Ty horribly well.

Tell Me Why - Kamalanna - I am not anti-Kamalanna, but this song really hits all the issues of their current relationship. Anna’s mean streak and Kamala’s lack of communication…

You’re Not Sorry - Jocelyn - Master manipulator Valentine meets Jocelyn’s conviction and realization that he actually isn’t capable of love or change.

The Way I Loved You - Maia - Oh this song really gets Maia’s mixed feelings for Jordan, and subsequently her relationship with Bat.

Forever & Always - Wessa - The dramatic romanticism? The hot and cold of Will suppressing his emotions? The irony of the song title? Yeah.

The Best Day - Matthew - This song regularly makes me cry, and so does Matthew if I think about his relationship with his parents for too long 🥲

Change - the TWP gang - “The walls they put up to hold us back will fall down”!!! This group of teens is going to break the cycle of violence and corruption like none of their predecessors could and I’m already proud of them 💜

Jump Then Fall - Heline - (,: they’re perfect. “When people say things that bring you to your knees, I’ll catch you. The time is gonna come when you’re so mad you could cry, but I’ll hold you through the night until you smile.” It’s giving a partner who will follow you into banishment <3

Untouchable - Jemma - Forbidden love anyone? “In the middle of the night, when I’m in this dream, it’s like a million little stars spelling out your name” is equal to “I love you more than starlight”

Come In With The Rain - Kieran/Mark - “Talk to yourself, talk to the tears, talk to the man who put you here” This is Mark during Lady Midnight, when Kieran needs to learn to take his fears and insecurities out on the actual reason for them (his father). “I’ve watched you so long, screamed your name, I don’t know what else I can say”. Anyway, it’s Kieran and Mark before Kieran’s arc

The Other Side of The Door - Malec - I know they’re on here twice. I’m sorry. But this song is the Malec breakup. Like I’m convinced CC used it for inspiration. Magnus wanting Alec to make an effort and be everything for him? Magnus ignoring Alec’s efforts for his pride but not wanting him to go and leave him alone again?

Today Was A Fairytale - Ghost Writer - Okay, disregarding canon, Lucie deserves her fairytale romance, and I know Jesse would give it. This song sings of Lucie romanticizing their every move and I just,,,

Mr. Perfectly Fine - Jordelia - This song is very much a Cordelia perspective of James going from genuine with her to “Mr. Perfectly Fine” who has no feelings for her at all.

[angelst4re]

King of My Heart- Jace Wayland/ Herondale/ Lightwood x Reader

summary: jace had always had a crush on you, yet you would always reject him out of fear of losing your best friend, but when a new girl arrives at the institute you find yourself feeling jealous.

warnings: NSFW!! light smut :)

note: yes the title is another taylor swift reference... i've spent the last five days reading city of fallen angels and city of lost souls... i've just started heavenly fire today :) all i can say is malec <3 magnus is definitely one of my favourite characters right now!!

For as long as you could remember, Jace had always had an interest in you. When you arrived at the Institute at 12 years old, he had been the one you had first trusted. You were a scared, worried child who had just lost both of her parents, and he was always there for you no matter what. On a chilly February night, you had woken up from a terrible nightmare, and found yourself at Jace’s bedroom door. He had welcomed you into his room, wrapped you in a blanket and let you open up to him about your family and your past. You had fallen asleep by his side that night, after he had read you a story. 

As the two of you grew up, it was obvious he had a crush on you. He would constantly ask you out and every time you would reject him he would only ask you again. Of course you liked him back, but the two of you were very… different. Jace was fearless, he acted from his heart and not his brain, he didn’t have a care in the world about what anyone thought of him. You, on the other hand, were wiser, thought logically and never took risks. 

Jace loved to tease you, to watch you blush as he would compliment you, when his hands would be placed on your waist as he moved around you, when he would clean up your injuries from a battle. His favourite way of teasing you, however, was asking you out. He would catch a small smile beginning to form on your lips before you would shake your head, ‘no, Jace!’. 

6 years passed and it was clear to you- and everyone for that matter- that he wouldn’t settle for anyone except you, and everyone believed that one day you would give in. But everything changed when a new girl arrived at the institute. Clary Fray. 

It wouldn’t have bothered you, but Jace seemed to spend a lot of time with her. You found yourself feeling slightly jealous. 

Jace stopped visiting your room at night to read together, instead you could hear him laughing with Clary in his room. Alec had also become aware of this new bond, and he didn’t really approve either, he wasn’t sure if they could trust her, yet Jace insisted they could. 

Stupidly, you and Isabelle had gotten drunk one night at one of Magnus’ parties, and you had told her about your feelings for Jace. 

“Really?” Her jaw dropped, “so you’re telling me you’ve been rejecting him all these years when in fact you actually liked him back?” 

“Stupid, I know.” You sighed, nodding your head, “and now he’s found someone else, my chance has gone! Ugh, I knew I should have said something sooner.” 

“But you didn’t want to ruin your friendship! It’s totally understandable, and I’m sure if Jace really loves you like we all think he does, he would want you to tell him.” 

Something clicked in your brain and you scrambled to get up from the floor of the spare bedroom. You reached in your pocket for your phone and pulled it out, finding Jace’s contact in a heartbeat and pressing the call button, rushing out of Magnus’ apartment. 

“Y/n?” Jace answered in a matter of seconds. 

“Jace… hi! I’m coming back from M-Magnus’ party… I need to tell you something…” You slurred, stepping down the stairs one at a time to make sure you didn’t trip. 

“Are you with someone?” 

“No…” 

“Wait outside, I’m on my way. I’m not letting you walk home by yourself.” He said before hanging up. 

You wanted to argue back, telling him you’re a shadowhunter, you can walk home by yourself! 

But it only took a matter of minutes for him to arrive. 

“Oh my- y/n, how much have you had to drink?” He sighed, watching you stumble as you walked towards him. 

“...I don’t know. Ask Izzy.” Your voice slurs as you trip on the side of the road, yet Jace is there to catch you. 

“Trust me, I will.” 

Jace had walked you home, asking you about your evening. You had told him how Magnus’ cat was the cutest thing you have ever seen and how a vampire had tried to get your phone number. 

“But I didn’t tell him, Jace.” You whisper as he helps you to take off your boots, sitting you down on your bed, “because I love you.”

Jace’s face went blank for roughly two seconds, trying to process what you had just said. 

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying. Get some rest, okay?” Jace smiled softly, helping you get tucked into bed. 

“I mean it, Jace.” You tell him, “I think I’ve always loved you, but I’ve been afraid… afraid we’ll lose our f-friendship.”

“Let’s talk about this when you’re sober, okay?” Jace’s tone had a hint of seriousness to it. "It's not that I don't trust you or believe you, but you're drunk."

“Okay… thank you, Jace.”

“No worries. Sweet dreams, love.”

* * *

“She’s alive!” Jace laughed, imitating a zombie’s voice as you sat down for breakfast. 

“Oh, shut up,” you chuckle, “I’m never drinking again.” 

“You’ve been saying that for the last… year.” Alec says, taking a bite out of his pancake. 

“I know, but I mean it this time. Where’s Iz?” 

“I think she slept at Magnus’.” Said Jace

“Yeah, he called me to let me know she’s there and that she’s safe. She fell asleep in one of his spare bedrooms.” 

“Typical Izzy,” Jace scoffed, “I’m surprised you didn’t stay.” He said to Alec, who explained they had gotten into an argument. 

Jace placed a plate in front of you, he had made pancakes for everyone. Everyone including,

“Hi guys!” 

Clary. 

Jace sent her a smile, passing her a plate too. You watched her with evil eyes as she tried to involve herself in the conversation- but failed terribly. It was very clear Alec didn’t like her much, either. 

“Jace,” you began after finishing your pancakes, standing up, “I think we need to have that talk, don’t we?” 

Jace’s eyes lit up and Clary sent him a glance of confusion. He didn’t say anything, instead he led you to his room. Shutting the door behind him as you sat on his bed. 

“I don’t like her much.” You say with a sigh, looking down at the bag of her things at the bottom of Jace’s bed. 

“I got that impression,” Jace smirked, “why’s that?” 

“I dunno. I feel like ever since she got here we’ve… drifted.” 

“Drifted? Us?” Jace waved his hand as if to dismiss what you had said, “nobody will come between us, okay? She’s just having a tough time right now, she needs somewhere to stay and-”

“So you let her stay in your room? Jace, there’s hundreds of bedrooms here,” that was a bit of an exaggeration, “surely she’d rather have her own space.” 

“Is someone jealous?” He raised an eyebrow, smirk plastered on his face, “it’s okay, we can create a router, you can stay on Mondays and-”

“Jace!” You interrupted, “you just don’t get it, do you?” 

He crouched down in front of you so he was at your level. 

“I thought, because this is how you treated me that maybe I was… I don’t know, special? God that sounds stupid.” You shake your head, resting it in your hands before Jace takes your wrists, forcing you to look at him. 

“You are special to me, y/n. Like I said, Clary is only here temporarily, okay? If you’re upset that I’m not spending as much time with you-”

“It’s not that, Jace!” You huff, “the way you treat her, it’s just like how you treated me. You then tell me you love me- for years! And as soon as I realise I’ve maybe possibly felt the same way all this time, you’ve already moved on. I feel terrible, Jace. I feel like I’ve-” 

He shut you up, placing a hand on the side of your face and pulling you into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, and felt much nicer than the back of your hand. Your right hand came to the back of his head, pulling him closer. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for that.” Jace said as he pulled away for air. “Do you remember what you told me last night?” 

“Oh, I know what I said. And yes, Jace, I meant it.” You say before pulling him back in, his lips on yours felt like heaven. 

His hand came down to your waist, helping you move further up the bed as he leaned over you, setting his body between your legs without your lips parting for the slightest moment. 

“Can I?” His hand was on your bare stomach underneath your jumper, wishing to move higher, but he needed your permission. 

“Please.” You panted, your back arching involuntarily against his touch. 

His hand snaked up and rested on your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your bra as his kisses moved down towards your neck. You were glad you still wore your strapless bra from last night as Jace reached behind you and took it off with ease, throwing it to the floor before tugging on one of your nipples, causing a gasp to leave your lips.

“Jace…” You moaned, your fingers tangling into your hair. 

“Hmm.” He hummed against your skin. 

“I need… I want more. Please.” 

He began to nibble on the delicate skin on your neck, sure to leave some marks, as his hand slid down, his fingers resting under the waistband of your jeans. 

“You sure?” He asked, pulling back so he could scan your face for any signs of hesitation. 

“Yes… I’ve never been more sure.” 

He smiled gently, retracting his hand so he could unbutton and unzip your jeans, pulling them down to where your knees were hanging off the mattress. 

His hand cupped your clothed heat as you gasped against his mouth. Two of his fingers began rubbing over your clothed clit, causing you to grip onto his shoulders. He slipped his fingers under your panties and groaned at the feeling of your arousal. 

You let out a small moan followed by his name as he prodded a finger into your hole, his thumb playing with your clit when suddenly, 

“Jace! Can I come in!” Clary knocked on the door. 

Your eyes widened as Jace slipped his finger inside you and curled upwards, the pace of his thumb increasing as he kissed your neck. Not caring that Clary was at the door and that it was unlocked. 

“Not right now, Clary. Why?” Bastard, you thought as Jace replied, wishing he would have just sent her away. 

You felt a pressure building in your lower belly as Jace slipped a second finger into your pulsing cunt. You let out another small moan, your grip on his shoulders tightening as his hand clasped over your mouth. 

“Oh I just wanted to get my pencils… Is someone in there with you?” She asked innocently. 

The pressure continued to build and soon you came undone on Jace’s fingers. He worked you though your high, until your hand came down to grab his wrist. As he pulled his slick covered fingers from you, he slipped one into his mouth, moaning at the taste before leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. 

“That’s okay, you can come in now.” Jace grinned at you as he helped you button your jeans back up. You moved and sat beside Jace, your thighs still slightly trembling from your orgasm as Clary opened the door slowly. 

Jace placed his hand on your thigh and sent Clary an innocent smile as she rummaged through her bag. 

“Found your pencils?” He asked, watching as her face screwed up.

“Yes… but this isn’t my bra?”

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[notcrypticbutcoy]

When in London

For day 1 of Malec Week 2017, which really crept up on me out of nowhere – Future Scene!

(In which Malec inspire young love in London, and then cuddle and talk about it)

***

Julian hated Tube trains.

Alright, London was a busy city, with a population of ten million, but it felt like, at rush hour, all ten million people crammed themselves onto the London Underground. Commuting into the city was a horribly unpleasant affair, crammed into a corner with someone’s rucksack digging into his calf and someone else’s unpleasant body odour permeating the air and making him gag.

Forcing his way through the uptight businessmen and women with their smart briefcases and the significantly more rowdy and more cheerful people with toolboxes and sweatpants was almost a relief, if only because it meant he could final step onto the platform and get the hell off the train.

Both escalators up from the platform to the exit of the station had been set to move upwards, to quicker get the impatient commuters out of the station. Julian stood on one, tapping his fingers absent-mindedly against the rubber hand grip that moved faster than the escalator itself.

Something - or rather, someone - on the escalator to his right caught his eye. He glanced over, and saw two men standing together, one clearly on the step above the other, grinning at each other. Both looked tall, from what Julian could tell. The taller of the two had hair styled up high, shot through with magenta highlights. He was wearing navy skinny jeans and a stylish, fitted leather jacket that did everything for his shoulders and biceps, with a multitude of necklaces hanging around his neck, drawing Julian’s gaze unwillingly to where he had the top three buttons of his shirt undone.

The other man, in contrast, was more muted, his clothing somewhat unremarkable, although, Julian couldn’t help but notice, he was incredibly handsome.

But, irrespective of their attire (because frankly, it was London—everyone had seen far stranger things than a man with pink highlights and painted nails) Julian couldn’t help but notice the other glaringly obvious thing about them.

They were a couple.

One of those awful, gooey, sickeningly in love couples. The taller of the two had his arms around his boyfriend (boyfriend? partner? husband?), and they were both smiling at each other, laughing a little, watching each other with shining eyes, smiling so wide it made the skin around their eyes crinkle. The man with highlights leant forwards and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s nose, before turning around to step of the escalator, and—

Oh. Okay. The man with highlights was actually slightly shorter than his partner, although he was still plenty tall enough to see over the gaggle of people in front of the couple to find whichever exist they were looking for.

Julian broke himself out of his staring just long enough to get off the escalator, feeling a little embarrassed. What was he doing, staring after random couples like that?

It was just… Well. They were so open, and so obvious, and they so very clearly didn’t care if anybody was going to give them a hard time, for being a same-sex couple or for being an interracial couple, and—

Well. It was sort of beautiful. And Julian wished he could be that fearless.

***

Working in a coffee shop, admittedly, hadn’t been his plan for when he’d left school. He’d been aiming for—

Well. He’d been aiming for having a blast at a university in London. Which he was. He just hadn’t factored in the need for a job, nor had he realised that for students, his options would be limited to three or four coffee shop chains, or McDonald’s.

But, still, he didn’t really mind. Especially not when his shift coincided with Alex’s.

It was almost two o'clock, just after the lunchtime rush of city workers coming in to grab their midday caffeine fix and a sandwich before they hurried off back to their next offices, when the door opened, and two people fell in, laughing.

Julian looked up from where he was standing washing up some of the blenders, because Alex was across the room, cleaning up the crap people had left on their tables, and did a double-take when he saw the pair.

It was the couple he’d seen this morning, at the station. They were hand-in-hand, the taller of the two carrying a silky scarf that Julian would have bet his entire day’s wages belonged to his boyfriend. It wasn’t that cold outside, considering it was only March, but there was a healthy glow to the both of them.

Julian wondered whether it was because they’d been walking around the city for a few hours, or because they’d been here together.

“Well, hello,” the man with highlights said, blinking at Julian. American, Julian thought, although there was a hint of something else. He tugged his boyfriend forwards, and leant an arm against the countertop, a smile on his face. Julian had to swallow down his nervous embarrassment.

“Magnus,” the other man chastised him, rolling his eyes. “You’re shameless.”

“I’m not being serious,” the man - Magnus - said, assuring Julian or his boyfriend, Julian didn’t know.

Then he caught sight of Magnus’ hand, and felt his chest tighten. Not boyfriend. Husband. That was unmistakably a wedding band on his finger.

“Although I might be,” he added, appraising Julian with slightly narrowed eyes, as though he could see right through to his soul. “If you weren’t sixteen, and I wasn’t married.”

“Oh my god,” his husband muttered, closing his eyes and letting out a long-suffering sigh. “I’m never going wine-tasting with you again. I’m so sorry,” he added, to Julian.

Julian was about to make a somewhat-bewildered dismissal, because the whole situation was a little odd, but not at all unpleasant, when Alex cut in from across the shop.

“He’s eighteen, and he really doesn’t mind!”

Magnus’ lips twitched upwards. “Could we get a vanilla latte and a black americano, please?”

Julian rang up their order for them, and Magnus swiped a sleek black credit card, and then he set about making their drinks. The other customers in the shop seemed utterly unfazed by Magnus’ unusual - although very tasteful - sense of style, nor by the fact that the two had their arms around each other.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t noticed anybody at the station paying them the time of day, either.

Julian tried not to listen to their conversation as he made their drinks, but it was a little hard not to be curious when Magnus sighed, loudly, and said, “Alec.”

“Don’t Alec me.”

“I’m just saying. I’m right.”

“How can you possibly know that?” Alec demanded.

Julian cut their conversation short, when he handed them their drinks, and tried not to catch their eyes for too long. He was simultaneously too awed and too embarrassed for any more eye contact than was necessary.

The couple spent the duration of the visit sitting drinking their coffee at one of the tables in the corner perfectly innocuously, chatting intermittently and scrolling through their phones, turning the screens to each other and reacting to whatever was on the screen.

They had their fingers intertwined across the table the entire time.

When they left, Magnus dropped him a smile that was oddly sympathetic, and Alec nodded to him, tossing out a “thanks” over his shoulder as they walked out.

***

It wasn’t until the end of their shift, when he and Alex were closing up the shop for the day and finishing up to make sure things were set for the following morning, when Alex brought the couple - and Julian’s affectedness - up.

“You could do that, you know,” Alex told him, leaning against the counter with his sleeves rolled up and his phone in hand. His eyes, though, were on Julian, who was in the process of putting away the last mugs.

“What are you talking about?” Julian asked, although he was perfectly aware.

“That couple, today. You could do that. Nobody would care.”

Julian paused, and straightened, glancing over to meet Alex’s gaze. “Yeah. I– I don’t think I realised how little people really do care. I’m just not that brave, I guess.”

“They looked pretty seasoned,” Alex said, flicking his bangs back with a nonchalant toss of his head. “You could be that brave. You just need some practise.”

Julian bit his lip. “With you?”

Alex, for once, looked momentarily surprised. He blinked. “Pardon?”

Julian’s heart was hammering in his chest, but something about seeing two men - two married men - holding hands and giggling together and flirting and being so blatantly out and proud in public made him want to do something reckless. Something… Well. Something brave.

“Practise. With you?”

One side of Alex’s mouth curled up. “Yeah, alright. Why not? Practise with me.”

Julian exhaled in relief, and Alex let out a little laugh.

“You done, there?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Well.” Alex smiled. “If you want practise, there’s no time like the present. I’ve always wanted to actually go in the Chinese place at the end of the street, rather than just walk past and salivate.”

Alex held out and hand, wiggling his fingers, and Julian stared at it for a moment, glancing between the proffered hand and Alex’s face a little doubtfully.

“Really?” he asked, because god, it seemed to good to be true.

“Really,” Alex said, and Julian took his hand.

***

Across the city, in a hotel room seven floors up, Alec lay sprawled across Magnus’ chest in bed, the sheets tangled around their legs, while fingers raked through his hair.

“I know I’m right, darling, there’s really no good in arguing,” Magnus said, and Alec could hear the smirk in his voice without turning his head to check.

“I’m not arguing,” Alec replied. He was tracing random patterns over the hard planes of Magnus’s stomach, basking in the pleasant afterglow of beautiful, phenomenal sex. “I just don’t get how you can possibly know that he was gay.”

“I don’t. I just know he was attracted to boys.”

“Magnus, you know what I mean,” Alec said, rolling his eyes. “Stop being so pernickety.”

“I know, Alexander, because he kept staring at us, and he was embarrassed, and he couldn’t stop looking at these.”

A finger ran over Alec’s wedding ring, and, unbidden, a smile passed over Alec’s face. Yeah. That had happened. He was officially married to Magnus, as of three days ago, and fuck, if that wasn’t beautiful. God, he was so in love with Magnus Bane that he didn’t know how he could contain it all.

“He was embarrassed because you’re hot,” Alec said, bluntly. “And— Shit, you’re right.”

Magnus laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. Alec could feel it rumbling through his torso, and he thought that the sound of Magnus Bane laughing was possibly the most beautiful sound in the universe.

“Of course I’m right. And my hotness–” Magnus was smirking again “–was, of course, a contributing factor, but so was the fact that we’re together. Think about how you’d have felt if you were eighteen and saw two married men wandering around the Institute holding hands.”

“I’d have had an aneurism,” Alec said, and, sad as it was, it was probably true.

“That’s a rather alarming admission,” Magnus said, and when Alec tilted his head up to look at him, he did look a little bothered.

“Magnus—”

“I think we should go back to that coffee shop,” Magnus announced.

“You’re interfering,” Alec warned him. “Don’t start interfering.”

Magnus scoffed. “Give me some credit. I’m subtle. I just mean we should…expose a young man who loves men to the world of loving men. And how beautiful it is.”

Alec rolled his eyes, but he felt a smile tugging at his lips, because really, he’d married the snappiest, most gorgeous man alive, and he couldn’t have been happier.

“I love you,” he said, because he did, and because Magnus deserved to hear it, and because if he didn’t say it, he felt like he might burst with how much he felt it in his every cell.

Magnus’ eyes softened, and his fingers curled into the hair at the nape of Alec’s neck.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Alec pushed himself up on his elbow as Magnus leant forwards, and their lips met, softly, the world around them fading away and disappearing until it was only them, skin pressed together and hair brushing forehead, hands mapping across bodies.

Because love was beautiful. Loving someone, and being loved, was beautiful.

And every young person in the world, self-hating and in denial and terrified of who they wanted to love, deserved to know that.