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leclerc-s · 2 months

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snow angel - track six

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user1 oh my god is she for real?

landonorris pretty girl 🧡

↳ maia_bennett pretty boy 🧡

user2 this has got to be some sort of joke, right?

lilymhe lol.

↳ user3 this is the most threatening lol i've ever see. period and everything.

alex_albon LMFAOOOOOO

↳ user4 most unserious driver on the grid.

↳ user5 we don't talk about alex's chaos enough

francesca.cgomes see this caption would work if we didn't all know what carlos and lando did in the spanish media.

↳ user6 SPEAK THE TRUTH KIKA!!

user7 you've got to be fucking kidding me...

user8 oh no. honey this isn't the flex you think it is.

luisinhaoliveira99 oh sweetie...

user9 i pray you're ready for the shit storm that is about to hit you.

alex_albon LMFAOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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rheareynolds "but for what it's worth, he's her problem now."

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user10 MOTHER!! MOTHER IS MOTHERING Y'ALL!!

user11 oh, she's so cunty and i love that.

lilymhe everyday i am grateful i live on the same earth as rhea reynolds.

↳ rheareynolds oh lily, you sure know how to make a girl blush.

luisinhaoliveira99 oh girl, i fucking love you.

↳ rheareynolds baby, i fucking love you 😘. no one show this to mick!

↳ mickschumacher this is a public instagram comment section...

↳ rheareynolds LOVE YOU TOO BABE 💙!

maxverstappen1 see, i can't tell if those are lyrics or someone told you that but either way, YOU ATE THAT SHIT UP!!

↳ rheareynolds why thank you maximilian.

↳ maxverstappen1 i'll let it slide, just this once.

georgerussell63 SHE CAME TO SERVE!!

↳ rheareynolds CHANNELED MY INNER RUSSELL GEORGE FOR THIS PHOTOSHOOT!!

francesca.cgomes ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!

↳ rheareynolds I HAD THE BEST TEACHER!

user12 oh she's so unhinged and i fucking love that shit.

oscarpiastri i just heard the most unholy screech come from the dining hall. target has been reached.

↳ rheareynolds good. he deserves this and much worse.

logansargeant YES QUEEN!! SERVING CUNT!!

↳ rheareynolds LOGIE! THANK YOU! ❤️

yukitsunoda0511 my offer still stands.

↳ rheareynolds no yuki, you are not biting his ankles while pierre holds him down.

↳ pierregasly BOO!! LET US TAKE HIM DOWN!!!

maia_bennett real mature rhea. real mature.

↳ rheareynolds oh honey, we haven't even scratched the surface.

charles_leclerc THAT'S MY BESTIE!!

↳ rheareynolds what an iconic duo, regina george and lightning mcqueen.

alex_albon REGINA GEORGE CAME TO GAG LANDO NO WINS!

↳ rheareynolds albono, i think you gagged him even more with the no wins.

maxfretwell let be known that i had no idea what was going on. i just thought she was your best friend.

↳ rheareynolds no it's okay maxie, i don't blame you for having a shitty best friend.

pierre gasly added one person

kika gomes i can't believe i'm saying this but what the hell guys? why wasn't i added sooner??

rhea reynolds you're the only sane one.

lily muni he if the loser shows up with her can i fight him??

yuki tsunoda i'll help! daniel ricciardo you two are so violent.

esteban ocon when mick said lando had cheated on you with your childhood best friend, i didn't think he meant maia, who knew you two were together. and constantly hung out together with you two.

mick schumacher i told you guys it was bad!

oscar piastri ...

alex albon WHAT DO YOU KNOW PIASTRI?? oscar piastri she's been to every single race this year... the girl he showed up with in bahrain was a fake girlfriend. he's been dating her for months. oscar piastri and i learned that every time lando said he was hanging out with carlos, he was with her. don't ask how i learned.

rhea reynolds THAT MOTHER FUCKER!!

rhea reynolds oh he's fucking lucky i could go to jail for murder.

rhea reynolds i had a different song planned to be the next single but i changed my fucking mind. fuck lando norris, fuck carlos sainz, and fuck maia bennett. i hope they enjoy their little corner in hell.

lily muni he oh regina george has not come to play.

george russell i think you mean leighton murray did not come to play.

lewis hamilton i have you all muted for a reason but please, make him miserable. it's the least he deserves.

rhea reynolds oh my manager is about to be so pissed at me but what lewis hamilton says goes.

pierre gasly BURN THE BITCH RHEA!

yuki tsunoda I'M GOING TO HIS FUCKING ANKLES!

daniel ricciardo GET HIS FUCKING ASS!!

kika gomes YOU DESTROY THAT MAN RHEA!

logan sargeant WE WILL DESTROY HIS FUCKING PEACE!

lance stroll to quote yuki, "we ride at dawn fuckers"

logan sargeant SHE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR!

alex albon i am in awe of you rhea reynolds.

lewis hamilton i think you've outdone yourself rhea.

lily muni he marry me. forget alex and mick. marry me.

kika gomes no! marry me! rhea reynolds fuck it, we'll marry each other. throuple all the way.

mick schumacher trust me. it gets worse.

charles leclerc HOW MUCH MORE WORSE COULD IT POSSIBLY GET?

mick schumacher think like dear john by taylor

lily muni he oh shit. it's that bad?

max verstappen WHATEVER I GET TO MAKE HIM FUCKING MISERABLE!

yuki tsunoda FUCK YEAH! I'M BITING ANKLES BITCHES

oscar piastri OSCAR PIASTRI REPORTING FOR DUTY!!

kika gomes that man will never know peace as long as we live

pierre gasly he hasn't known peace since december 2021

kika gomes good, then we're doing our job as her friends.

oscar piastri there is nothing i enjoy more than slowly torturing my teammate

daniel ricciardo chaotic aussies and mclaren. something they can never get away from.

logan sargeant listen, if we host a listening party, at the same time, in different garages. he can't really shit on any of us.

max verstappen so what you mean is, all of us play tummy hurts, on a loop to annoy him?

charles leclerc SIGN ME THE FUCK UP! ANYTHING TO ANNOY HIM AND HIS PARTNERS IN CRIME!

lance stroll I'M IN! FERNANDO'S IN TOO!!

rhea reynolds i seriously love you guys.

lily muni he rhea, baby, we love you too.

oscar piastri i enjoy chaos. we aren't quite at the love phase rhea.

rhea reynolds oh fuck you swimp.

logan sargeant SWIMP!!

oscar piastri OH FUCK OFF!

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coleconnerhq · 4 years

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@valeriasfm

Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.

This was awful, absolutely awful, and Cole’s sure that if he ever survives past this day, he’ll be seeing it in his nightmares every night to come. Had he not gone through enough? Suffered through the relentless, merciless years of his training, loss of relationships, family, and the turmoil of being caught in between two worlds. He thought he’d overcome, thought he’d finally started to find a piece of real, honest happiness to work for, to earn. And now this. Okay, he’s definitely being dramatic, but still.

Cole had totally ruined his first date ever.

Kass had told him not to overthink it, to simply show Val that he cared and that would be enough. And he’d listened, really he’d tried to follow her advice, because it was Kass, and who knew Val better than her? But the next time he’d seen Val, he couldn’t help but think that she deserved anything and everything, and what one thing would be the perfect date for her? He couldn’t settle on just one idea. Which is how Cole found himself on the day of juggling about five different tasks. That had really been his first mistake. When his alarm had gone off that day he was so sure things were going to be just fine.

He’s checked in with Mary ( @swiiftbladcs ), dropping off his room key when Val was still asleep so that the brunette could help in picking out just the right thing to wear while he started off on his million ideas. First was flower arrangement with Mags ( @magsrome ) in the greenhouse, who’d been kind enough to lend her affinity for flowers into helping Cole make the perfect bouquet for Val. The finished product was full of blue peonies, soft pink roses, and white lilies, beautifully composed thanks to Mags’ expertise in flower arrangement and meanings. After thanking Mags for her lovely work, he took the bouquet back to his room, spotting the outfit Mary had helped in choosing and meeting her in the kitchens.

He’d gotten the idea from Jas ( @jas-michaud ), and luckily Mary was free to help him today, because as he’d told the blonde before, Cole had no expertise in the kitchen. But with Jas’ recipe and Mary’s help, the two ended up making an incredible-smelling batch of double-chocolate brownies he was sure Val would love. He bid his friend goodbye, promising to give her all the details afterwards, carrying the tray back to his room and changing into the outfit she’d help prepare. He’d felt nervous sure, but Cole couldn’t deny that he was excited, confident. Every last detail had been meticulously planned, and he truly hoped that it would all be enough for her, who in his eyes, deserved the world. Maybe that wishful thinking had been what set the rest of the day off, the optimism that the universe had decided was unwarranted.

There wasn’t much time left now, so Cole sent a quick text to Val, letting her know he’d be there soon, and prepped the things he needed to bring with him. However, he was also in the midst of babysitting a certain cat. A smile lit his face as Onyx playfully batted at his leg, and Cole couldn’t resist picking the feline up. But Onyx saw the opportunity to start playing, and before Cole knew it, he was wrestling with a cat that had jumped into his arms. It was only a matter of time before Onyx, in a fit of playfulness, took a claw right through the front of the shirt he was wearing, tearing a gaping hole open.

In a panic, he left Onyx with a treat to subdue him, and stumbled into the common room asking anyone if they knew how to sew. Jerome ( @jrzimmerman ) happened to be near, and swore he could help the guy out, so Cole followed him to his room, thanking him profusely for his help. However, it was possible Jerome may have been lying, because when the guy was done sewing, his shirt looked even worse than it had before. But Cole only smiles politely and thanks him once more before darting back out and trying not to dwell on the awful stitching now adoring his clothing.

In his hurry, however, he’d left the brownies and flowers just hanging about in the common room, and when he returned he found only the bouquet, an empty plate of brownies, and Landon ( @specdracers ) covered in crumbs. Landon was, of course, super apologetic when he understood the situation, but Cole only bid him a quick, “It’s fine!” before running back to the kitchens. Only this time, he didn’t have Mary’s help. With the limited baking skills he had-- that is to say, none-- he ended up with a sorry-looking, burnt batch of brownies, but it would simply have to do at this point.

Cole was running behind, trying to gauge what Val’s reaction to all this might be, lost in his own head at just the wrong moment, when he bumped straight into Noah ( @noahwxrd ), who also wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. He was apologizing to her and vice versa, not even noticing that he’d dropped the flowers in his hands until a group of rowdier underclassmen walk by, stampeding right over them. After making sure Noah was okay, Cole sullenly picked up the remaining intact flowers-- two peonies and a wilting lily.

There wasn’t any time, so he walked on ahead, determined to see this through. He messaged the five people he’d also been able to convince to also help him today, making sure they were ready and waiting at the location he’d prepped. Only after Scott ( @scottrileys ), Louis ( @redgrve ), Maia ( @maiacurfman ), Luce ( @lucefrs ), and Lohri ( @lohrisaelee ) responded, did they all realize he’d coordinated the wrong date, and they weren’t expecting to be ready today at all, some of them already in Roseville for the day. He really should have listened to Kass. It was a shame, because he knew they’d been rehearsing as a band for a bit, and he really would have liked to see what Lohri and Maia’s singing, Luce’s drum, and Louis on piano could do. Not to mention Scott’s rap skills. Perhaps the world was just not ready to see their masterpiece.

So Cole tries to tell himself now that everything is fine as he makes his way to Gilly’s Waterfall where he’s told her to meet him and where he has a picnic blanket already set up. He sets down the burnt brownies and the sad trio of withering flowers, and them seem to state up at him as if showcasing their failure. God. As long as he can look her in the eye, tell her how much she means to him, maybe it was all still salvageable. Can he pretend the things he has to offer now are still good enough? A weak maybe. But it doesn’t matter, he has to try.

Right on time, he sees her walking up, and for that moment, everything wrong melts away. Her hair glows like gold at the edges, just like it always does in the sunlight, and a smile lights his face just as easily. Cole waves her over, just so simply happy to see her again, feeling that same gentle draw to her as always.

Taking her hands in his, he leans down to leave a small kiss on her cheek. Alright, you can do this, just make the most out of it, he thinks, trying to keep his hopes up. He opens his mouth to speak, and then, like the universe is laughing at them, Cole starts to feel a couple drops of water fall onto their hands. Not sprinkles from the waterfall, but form the sky. In the two frozen, horrifying seconds he takes to fear the worst, the clouds seem to open up and downpour on them.

Rain is falling not particularly hard, but definitely in abundance. He’s scrambling to grab the picnic blanket and throw it over Val’s head and shoulders, but it’s practically useless, and he’s starting to get soaked already. At this point, after all the crap the world has already thrown at him today, Cole does the only thing he can, and starts laughing.

It’s a release of anxiety and pressure, really, and he’s sure he must look crazy, but he needs this, a surrender to all the mess and madness of the day. But he can’t deny beneath the fit of laughter, all he really feels is terrible as he looks in his girlfriend’s eyes. There was no hiding now.

“Valeria, I’m so sorry,” Cole starts, holding her shoulders as the rain continued to fall on him, all the events leading up to now unable to keep from spilling out of him. “I had this whole thing planned, with so many people’s help-- flowers and dessert, but both got ruined. And Mary had helped me bake and she’d helped me decide what to wear, but then Onyx tore a whole right through the shirt, and-- God, I’d even gotten people to come serenade you with some perfectly cheesy song, but I gave them the wrong date and they can’t make it, which sucks. I mean, Scott said he was going to rap! And even with all of that gone, I thought... I thought maybe just being out here with you might be enough, but of course-- of course-- it’s raining!” Cole’s laughter subsides as he puts his palms up to catch the water. “Out of everything, everything I tried to plan for you, all I have left to show for it is this,” he says, pulling out a small black box from his back pocket. A simple necklace hides inside of it, one he’d gotten Kass ( @kassamigos ) to help him pick out, safe from the disaster of the day. “You deserve... everything, Val. I’m so sorry I messed up,” he finishes, looking at her with disappointment written all over his face.

#made a lot of these plans WEEKS ago and im realizing now that having louis luce and scott in a band is such a choice now JDKSNVKJSD #im warning yall its a long one.... penny do not match length or we will DIE #all i do is make fools of my chars #val #kass #mary #mags #jas #jerome #landon #scott #louise #maia #luce #lohri #noah #ur all part of the magic now #if u read it all please laugh at cole he deserves it

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karenhikari · 7 years

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Family Life-15. Chcocolate Cookies and Apologies

Well, hi! I said you’d get the missing chapters during the weekend, and here I am, publishing just in time!

Okay, now, remember all that time ago when I asked for prompts with Maryse because Robert was appearing pretty often but I didn’t have anything planned with her? I thought hard on it, because it seemed unfair to me that only half of the grandparents was here and… finally, after a long time I got a plot that I am happy with.

I don’t really know why (maybe it is the conversation they share during Born to Endless Night), but I get the feeling that, once they make amends, Maryse and Magnus actually become good friends; well, at least, Magnus is closer to his mother-in-law than he is to Robert, just like I have the headcanon in my head of Robert reaching a point in which he actually likes Catarina. Just me and my ideas, let me be.

So, this is overdue as it is, so I’ll leave you too read!

If you had told Magnus Bane that one day he would be directing himself to the New York Institute to pick up his son after letting him under Maryse Lightwood’s care, he would have laughed.

Though, to be fair, if only three years in the past you had told Magnus Bane that he’d have a son to leave with Maryse Lightwood ―who, by the way, was his grandmother―, he probably would have cried after laughing too hard.

Yet, here he was, not laughing anymore as he stood in front of the New York Institute, waiting for Maryse Lightwood ―whom his child called “gra'ma"― to come out. And, somewhere, Raphael and Ragnor were laughing at him and his foolishness.

It was soon after he knocked that he heard the hurried, somewhat clumsy steps of his son as he ran towards the door.

"Papa’s here, papa’s here!” he heard Max call and he couldn’t help the smile that graced his features.

“We don’t know if it’s your Papa yet,” Maryse laughed as she unlocked the door.

Sure enough, Magnus could have teleported to the inside of the Institute by using a portal, he could have just opened the door―but, if he actually knocked at the door, he gave Maryse enough time to hide the cookies Alec had repeatedly told her not to give to Max. If he didn’t see the cookies ―even when he did notice the crumbs in Max’s hands, cheeks and hair― then he wasn’t hiding anything from Alexander, right?

“Well, look who’s here,” Maryse chuckled when Max bolted to wrap his arms around Magnus’ waist.

“Hey there, Blueberry,” the warlock greeted, ruffling the dark hair of his son.

“I told gra'ma it was you!” the boy said excitedly.

“He did,” Maryse conceded, stepping back to allow Magnus to walk into the antique church. It wasn’t until they reached the library that Maryse’s smile lost its brilliance as a frown made its way to her face, making her loving eyes look haunted somehow.

“Magnus, can I… can I speak to you for a second?” she said in a voice that reeked of nervousness as she sent a rapid look to Max. “Alone?”

Nodding, a seriousness that he hadn’t bore while at the Institute for a long time spread across his features, Magnus patted the small warlock’s arm.

“Go get your things, Max” he ordered softly and then, as soon as his son had left the room. “What happened, Maryse?”

“Happened? Nothing happened, why would you―” she started nervously, only to sigh when Magnus shot a glare in her direction. There… there was an accident with Max today―don’t worry, you saw him, he’s alright… In fact, I’d be all to cover the accident if it weren’t because it was slightly… unsettling.“

"What happened?” Magnus asked again.

“Well, we were in the sitting room and I was tickling him, you know, the most innocent thing” she explained, her cheeks slightly tainted pink. “And then, I’m not sure what happened, but there was a spark, a green spark that landed on a lamp, you ’ve seen it, the white one with the sunset painted in the front? Anyhow, the lamp broke. I told Max it had just cracked because it was old, but I… I think it was him.”

Feeling his shoulders stiffen at the last of Maryse’s words, Magnus exhaled heavily. Of course, he thought, of course. Every single time things appeared to be going fine, something had to happen and wreck everything. He should have expected something like this to occur, it was only natural, after all.

In honor of the truth, though, he had talked about the magical outbursts Max was prone to have―but he had only done so with Alexander.

To be honest, some of the people that mattered ―Lily, Maia, Catarina― didn’t have to be explained anything, they were downworlders, they knew about not controlling one-self’s power because they had abilities of their own that hadn’t always wielded to their will.

However, he had forgotten that the other half of his family was constituted by shadowhunters, and he hadn’t been bothered to make a comment on what would happen once Max’s magic grew stronger and his control over it wasn’t yet ready.

Though, if he were to be honest, Magnus had thought they had more time. Max was too young, much too young―he was about to turn three, only three years old, he shouldn’t yet be worrying about breaking cutlery or accidentally starting a fire. He shouldn’t be burdened now with something he’d carry for the rest of an immortal life.

Magnus had though that they had at least until Max turned five to discuss the matter and make their shadowhunter relatives aware that, as Mac grew up and until he learned to control his powers, small ―and sometime snot so small― outbursts of it would happened.

Maybe it was because most warlocks weren’t surrounded by other warlocks and magic items as a regular basis, while Max had always seen Cat and him perform magic as if it were normal―because it was normal, and nothing to be ashamed of.

Either way, it was too late now―he hadn’t said anything.

And now here he was, already listening to the condemnation in Maryse’s words, already noticing the fear in the way she spoke about untamed magic being performed in her domains. So much for changes, he thought bitterly.

“Sometimes, when warlocks are young and have yet to learn how to bend their magic, they have these… magic outbursts, if you will. Somewhat like the first time a vampire or a werewolf transform. I mean, in the sense that they don’t control themselves,” he started to explain in a laconic voice, under Maryse’s worried expression. “Though, for some reason, it’s harder on warlocks than on the other downworlders, perhaps because they are born with magic, it’s in their very nature. The powers they can’t control run in their blood, it’s not powers they’ve acquired after being bitten. Well, that is excluding the fae folk.”

“What?” the woman uttered, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Magnus merely ignored her and continued talking.

“I wanted to tell you, I swear I wanted to warn you about it, but I thought―I thought that he had more time” he said in a small voice, as if he were apologizing.

And then it dwelled on him―apologizing was the equivalent of saying that he was ashamed of his son’s magic. And he wasn’t, he wasn’t any more abashed by this incident than he was of the boy’s blue skin or growing horns. If Maryse Lightwood ―Maryse Lightwood, of all people― couldn’t understand that and didn’t love Max enough to stick with him until the young warlock actually knew his way with his powers, then there was no point in losing his time explaining anything to her.

“I’ll fix the lamp, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he offered sternly.

“Who’s talking about the lamp, Magnus?” Maryse tried to get his attention once again, her lips curved downwards in a grimace. The warlock ignored her once more. “What are you―”

“We’ll find someone else to look after him in the mornings, Maryse, don’t be concerned. It won’t happen again. I’m sorry that his first outburst had to be here exactly.”

“What? Magnus, you don’t have to find anyone else to watch after him, for the Angel’s sake!” she said, too flabbergasted to completely process the warlock’s words.

That was the exact moment Max chose to re-enter the room, a small, green backpack hanging from his shoulders, a childish grin in his lips and cookie crumbs on both his face and his chubby hands. Maryse hadn’t stored the tray high enough, no doubt, Magnus thought, noticing the new wave of hurt and bitterness that overflew him because why couldn’t a child be allowed to smile so care-freely for a little longer until he had to be hunched under such a weight?

Maryse saw it, too, the way, all too subtle in which Magnus took a step forward, hiding Max from her view, as if to protect his son from a threat―as if to protect him from her, from his grandmother.

And then all the small pieces started to fall into their places.

“Oh, Magnus…” she let out softly, feeling a pang of both guilt and hurt throb in her chest. “You don’t have to find anyone else to watch after him. I love him, just like he is,” she offered simply.

“Pardon me?” Magnus uttered, looking like he, too, needed to process his interlocutor’s words.

“Look, I get it. I have a history of not being the most understanding when it comes to these things, but, Magnus… he’s my grandson” she all but whispered. “I don’t care about the lamp” she added, as if she were pointing out something obvious.

And, like that, she got to her knees and extended her arms.

“Max, sweetheart, can you come over?” she asked gently. The young warlock, who had stayed on the doorway, sensing the tense atmosphere, perked his face from behind Magnus’ legs. Giving a small nod to his son, Magnus allowed Max to run to his grandmother’s expecting embrace.

Maryse hugged him, held the small, blue warlock close to her body, not minding that Max’s fingers stained her cheek with chocolate or how, in doing so, she got cookie crumbs in her hair.

It was then that something clicked in Magnus’ head. He was so stupid, he thought to himself. He was so stupid.

Here he was, making a fuss over something so innocent, already judging Maryse before she even had a chance of finishing talking.

The frown in her brow hadn’t been of disgust, but of worry; her pursed lips were concern, not contempt, and her eyes reflected a deep sadness at not understanding that seemed more like wistfulness now.

Maryse wasn’t mad. She had been merely pointing out an incident, recognizing she was unable to help her grandson and he had gone berserk on her.

“Go with your papa” Maryse cut off his train of thought, pressing a kiss to Max’s temple before she stood up. Obediently, Max nodded and ran to stand next to Magnus, taking his right hand in his.

With a tender smile, Maryse raised her gaze to look into Magnus’ eyes. He stared back at her, feeling regret, guilt and gratefulness at the same time.

“Oh, Magnus…” she said. “I’m not mad, don’t even think that, of course I’m not mad. It was an accident, and trust me, I know. I raised four children―things get broken, warlocks or not.”

“I’m sorry, Maryse” he exhaled, his voice low because of the shame he felt burning in his throat. “I shouldn’t have assumed that you―”

“Don’t worry, my dear” she cut him with a smile. “I don’t care about the lamp. I mean, if he had stumbled on it while running around or if he’d dropped it I wouldn’t have mentioned it. I… I felt I had to tell you because it seemed… magical, and I’m only a little over an ignorant when it comes to magic.”

“That’s not truth―”

“It is!” Maryse laughed lightly, though her giggling seemed somewhat strained. “Up until now it had never occurred to us ―I mean Robert and I and most of the shadowhunters I knew before Alec started dating you― it had never occurred to us that warlocks aren’t born controlling their powers, that they grow into them and it makes perfect sense they do! It’s natural, they’re only children! It seems so obvious now I feel foolish! Shadowhunters, need to training as well, Angelic powers or not!”

They’re only children, Magnus repeated in his head, incapable of stopping his astonishment from showing in his features. How long had he waited for a shadowhunter to say that of his kind? How long had he hoped that one day they realize that they were only children?

“I’m truly sorry, Maryse, it wasn’t my intention to―” he started to say, but she laughed gently, with relief.

“You’re sorry, Magnus? I am sorry, I was being ignorant. You were protecting your child” she smiled. “Magnus, I know we have a history, but we had agreed it to put it behind us” she added in a thin voice.

“I know, Maryse, and I try to live up to that pledge, but sometimes… it’s hard.”

“And some things won’t stay where you put them, will they?” she nodded. “Trust me, I know. And I understand.”

They smiled at each other, letting a long time go before either of them spoke again, which Max dedicated to pull Magnus’ shirt, silently asking him to hold him, to what the older warlock happily complied.

“A lamp is not even that bad, trust me” Maryse said. “When Jace and Isabelle were young they broke a whole dinnerware service” she continued, making Magnus raise an amused eyebrow.

“Those troublemakers.”

“Indeed!” the woman nodded. “It was magic, you see, I’ve been having trouble with it long before you guys appeared. So, the kids saw one of this mundane magicians somewhere and they decided to imitate him, for which they settled a white tablecloth and my complete set of Chinese porcelain silverware on the table. Supposedly, they would pull the tablecloth away and my cutlery would stay where it was―on the table. That didn’t happen. I was only able to save one cup.”

“How old were they?” Magnus inquired, pleased.

“Ten and eleven” Maryse replied. “And then, of course, I gave them the scolding of their lives and ordered them to pick up the mess they’d made.”

“Let me guess” Magnus interrupted. “They didn’t do it.”

“No, Isabelle and Jace were a little busy being lazy to be bothered with a broom and a dustpan. It was Alexander who fixed it, you see, Max―” she paused for only a fraction of a second, blinking the memories away. “Max already walked at the time, but he still preferred to crawl from time to time, and Alec, was scared of his baby brother hurting himself because of the other two, so he took it upon himself to stop that from happening, my sweet boy.”

It was then, as she looked at Maryse’s loving smile that he decided he was a complete idiot for confusing this Maryse with the woman she had been twenty years in the past.

“That certainly is an incident to talk about” Magnus nodded with a grin. “Though, Lady, I understand I still owe you an apology” he said, taking her right hand to kiss her knuckles. “I can’t tomorrow, but how about I take you out for breakfast on Saturday?”

“Won’t your fiancé be mad at you if I accept?” Maryse deadpanned.

“We can take him us then, though I don’t think he’d mind it much if he learns I’m going out with someone as lovely” he winked. Maryse rolled her eyes at him, too used to Magnus’ dramatic acting to mind it any more.

“Saturday morning it is then,” she nodded. “But I want Alexander there, and… I might have some left over cookies, too, in case you’re interested. That is” she said pointedly looking at Max. “If someone didn’t eat them all.”

“Don’t tell him I ate the cookies!” Max giggled in his father’s arms.

On their side, Magnus and Maryse shared an impish glance.

“I promise not to tell Alexander” Magnus offered. “Though, if, come his bedtime, Max is still high on sugar I’ll blame you.”

“Well, I’m an old woman, doesn’t that earn me the right to have my fun?” Maryse shrugged, despite the fact that she didn’t act or look old at all. “Besides, you know what they say―it’s a parent’s duty to educate and raise their children. It’s a grandparent’s duty to pamper said children. And I like to do well at my job.”

Magnus laughed as he followed her into the kitchen, he couldn’t help it.

Who would have thought, it was not only Maryse out of the two of them who had acted like an ignorant.

And? How did that go!

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