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angelst4re · 2 years

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So It Goes- Jace Wayland x Reader

୨♡୧ this is the first (and longest) Jamie fic i ever wrote, jace literally owns me. i wanted to post it when my tags started working again but i don't think that's gonna happen :( so reblogs are very much appreciated!! :) <3 UPDATE: MY TAGS WORK AGAIN!!!!

୨♡୧ warnings: NSFW!! smut, oral (f and m recieveing), praise and degradation, jace being jace, spitting, shower sex?, inexperienced reader, experienced jace (ofc), innocence kink?, possibly breeding kink? p0rn with a bit of plot, i could add to this forever, enemies to lovers?, based on a taylor swift song (so it goes IS jace's song, just listen to it!!)

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From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew you were going to have an impact on his life. He would never say he believed in love at first sight, but it would explain a lot. The way he got excited when you entered the room, he felt himself blush when you’d speak to him, anything you’d do would make him wish for a chance to be yours. But he knew that could never happen, to love is to destroy.

The first time you met Jace, you could tell instantly that he hated you- despised you, even. You could hear him sigh whenever you entered the room, as if he was already bored by your presence, he’d look the other way when you tried to talk to him. Isabelle had told you he was like this, but you refused to believe this was his normal behaviour.

You arrived at the Institute a couple of months ago, your family had been friends with the Lightwoods for years, so when you were made to leave your hometown you were told to go there. It was rather nice, but it wasn’t home. Jace made it obvious that it wasn’t your home.

When the Institute was informed of a large-scale demon attack down in the city, Jace had demanded you stay here ‘she’s too young, she’s not as well-trained as us. She’ll make us fuck it up.’ Oh, how you hated him- but a part of you could never hate him, you were intrigued by everything he did, everything he said, how he fought like he had a death wish, there was a part of you that admired him, maybe even loved him. But he would never feel the same way.

Once, when it was Jace’s turn to train with you, you had tripped and almost knocked him down with you, but he had caught you by the waist. There was something about the way he touched you that day that told you he may not hate you, maybe it was just more of a dislike. But his hands lingered on your waist for longer than they should have, and as you turned around it took everything inside him, all his strength and self control, to stop himself from kissing you.

“What do you mean? I’ve fought before-”

“And you almost got yourself killed, y/n.” Jace stated, picking all the blades he would need for this fight, “I don’t want to risk that- risk you getting us all killed, okay? Just stay here. Leave it to us.”

“But she’s been training with us for months now! I’m sure she has it in her!” Isabelle said, grinning as she handed you some weapons.

“No.” Jace demanded again, taking the weapons from you, what is his problem, you thought.

“Jace, Isabelle’s right. She’s been trained now, she knows what to do.” Alec added.

Jace sighed, it looked like he was deep in thought. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked away.

“Fine.” He said, handing you another blade, “but if she gets us killed-”

“I won’t!” You groan, loading your belt up with weapons.

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The fight ended pretty badly. Shadowhunters from all over the country had come to help, it was believed that this was another attack from Valentine. So far, the death count was at 6. Alec was leaning over Isabelle, drawing the healing rune on her as quickly as possible. Her entire left arm was covered in blood, but selfishly all Jace could think of was you. Where were you? Were they going to find you dead or alive? He knew he should never have let you come with him.

With Isabelle now healed, Alec helped her up and they wandered over to Jace who was sat on the ground, covered in dirt and blood.

“We should head back,” Alec began, “the suns rising, they won’t come back-”

“Where’s y/n?” Isabelle interrupted, turning to look around. But you were nowhere to be found.

“Probably dead.” Jace murmured, rising to his feet, “I said she shouldn’t have come with us.”

“We’re going back to the Institute, I need to get Isabelle to the infirmary, why don’t you stay and look for her?”

“Why should I?” Jace huffed, “she’s not my probl-”

“Jace, she may not be your problem, but if she’s dead that will be our problem.” Alec said, sternly, “and also, if you wouldn’t be so arrogant all the time, you would’ve noticed the way she looks at you.”

And they were gone.

Jace stayed for longer than he would want to admit, looking for you. Holding his breath as he came to a pile of dead bodies, he prayed that one of them wouldn’t be you. And they weren’t. He had been searching for almost half an hour, and there was no sign of you. His heart dropped and he felt a lump in his throat. He told you to stay behind. He didn’t want you to get hurt, knowing how much that would hurt him.

Soon enough, he gave up looking. He just accepted that you had been killed and possibly turned to dust, or something along those lines. Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe because he’s always such a dick, of course you won’t do as he tells you. As he walked back to the Institute he was filled with regret, it became overwhelming. He wished he hadn’t gave the impression that he disliked you, as it was far from the truth. The truth was that he was just scared. He had never felt the way he feels about you with any other girl before, it terrified him. He would do anything for you, but you wouldn’t do the same.

Once he got back to the Institute, he checked on Izzy in the infirmary. Alec had informed Jace that Magnus Bane would be paying her a visit, as the runes didn’t have enough power to heal her fully. Jace knew how Alec felt about Magnus, along with how Magnus felt about Alec. He simply nodded and left, making his way to his room.

As he approached his room, he noticed his door was slightly open. Flooded with panic- which always turned into adrenaline for Jace- he grabbed a blade from his belt and slowly pushed the door open. His eyes widened as he saw who was waiting for him.

“Y/n?” The blade fell to the floor and he rushed over to you, you had a similar problem to Isabelle, yet yours was less severe. Your arm had been caught, possibly clawed by a demon. “What are you doing here?”

“Alec didn’t want me seeing Isabelle’s-”

“When did you get here?”

“Just after the others… Jace I need your help,” you motioned towards your arm, “I didn’t want to ask Alec and I can’t draw runes very well with my other hand-”

Wasting no time, Jace reached for his stele and gently held onto the underside of your arm as he drew the mark on your injury. He felt you suck in your breath as he drew over the wound.

“It’s okay,” he comforted you, “you’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.”

He barely had time to realise what he had just said, too busy trying to not screw up the mark, as a slight whimper left your mouth, causing his body to stiffen.

The air in the room had seemed to have thickened. As Jace finished the rune, he looked up at you with a gentle smile as if to say ‘all done.’ This was the first time he had ever smiled at you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching up to his face to wipe off some of the dirt, “Jace, you're filthy!”

He was going to something back, maybe along the lines of ‘i can be if you want’, but instead he leaned in towards you. The feeling of your skin on his drove him crazy, he had been craving it for months and now he finally had it he couldn’t hold back. Your lips brushed against each other, and you felt him swallow hard before tangling his hand into your hair and pulling you close, kissing you as if he would never kiss again.

Neither of you could quite believe what was happening, and neither of you wanted to stop. It was as if your prayers had been answered, you could not ask for anything more than this, than him.

“Jace,” you whisper as he pulls back for air. You were going to say something but he cut you off.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confesses, “when I couldn’t find you after the battle in the city I assumed you…” he couldn’t seem to say it, the one simple word. As if saying it would make it become true, “and it made me regret everything, I should’ve told you sooner, I shouldn’t have been such a dick towards you. I’m sorry, y/n.”

You couldn’t believe what he had said, he didn’t hate you and he even apologised? Jace wasn’t one to apologise very often, Alec had mentioned once. He’d always be so honest, even if it meant being mean.

Without replying to him, you pulled him back towards you again, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours. His tongue swiped on your bottom lip as he tugged on your hair, causing you to gasp, your mouth opening enough for him to slip his tongue in, deepening the kiss. Everything about this felt so intimate, you had never been kissed this way before. It had even caused tingles in your lower belly, and you knew there was only one way to relieve yourself of them.

As Jace’s hands slipped under your t-shirt, you knew how this was going to go. Thinking quickly, you pulled back from the kiss and smirked, running your fingers through his hair.

“Why don’t we take a shower?” Your tone was very suggestive, there was no way in hell that Jace would turn you down.

“Sounds great, I was going to mention how you smell like pond water- Hey!” You smacked his shoulder playfully, standing up from his bed and taking his hand, leading him into his bathroom.

Once you shut the door, you pushed Jace against it, making sure to lock it before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level and crashing your lips together once more. This time was a lot more heated, as Jace played with the hem of your shirt, before lifting it up and over your head, breaking the kiss briefly and throwing it to the floor. You could tell he was quite experienced by the way he easily unclasped your bra, making you feel slightly worried- you had only slept with one boy, and he only lasted two minutes.

As your bra fell to the floor, Jace pulled back from the kiss, his mouth now kissing down your chest, to your breasts and finally your nipples. They quickly hardened with arousal as Jace’s lips wrapped around them, your hands stroking his hair as your mouth fell open. You had never been so turned on. You needed him, now.

“Jace,” you whimpered, “I thought we were gonna take a shower?”

“We will, darling. But you want this, right?” He checks, you tell him how you’ve never wanted anything else more in your entire life, only boosting his ego- in the moment, you couldn’t care less.

As Jace pulled away again, you felt cold at the lack of his touch. He started undressing, leaving both your clothes a messy pile on the tiled floor. As you began to undo your belt and slide your jeans down your legs, his hands stopped you. He took your hands and lifted them away as his hands slipped into your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear, throwing them to the side.

As he went to turn on the water, you noticed that you were both bare, exposed in front of each other. He motioned his finger ‘come here’, and so you followed him. He took your hand as he pulled you into the shower with him. You couldn’t help but giggle as the water fell on the both of you, it was rather cold- Jace noticed this and reached over you, as he pulled back the water started to become warmer.

You both stood and admired each other, you took in the scars on his skin, old wounds that would have possibly been fatal for any ordinary human. As he looked at you, he was also drawn to your scars, but also your curves. He couldn’t help but rest his hand on your hip, then his eyes betrayed him and you caught him staring between your legs.

Slightly flushed in embarrassment, you picked up his shampoo bottle. Pouring some into your left hand, you spun around him, so he was now under the water, facing the wall as you ran your fingers through his hair, working the shampoo in and washing out the dirt and blood that had dried in his blonde locks. As it washed out in the water, you couldn’t help but watch in awe as his hands ran through his hair, the way he always did.

Then it was your turn. After pouring the shampoo into his hands, Jace pulled you close against him as his fingers ran through your hair, he massaged your scalp as he worked in the shampoo. It felt too good. As he accidently caught a knot in your hair, you let out a small gasp and he chuckled, wanting to tug on your hair again- but he decided to save that for later.

He took the bottle of body wash from the small shelf in his shower and worked it into his hands, before rubbing it across your body.

“Sorry, love, but you’re going to have to smell like me.” He couldn’t help but start at your breasts, massaging them with the bubbles, before working down your arms, neck, stomach, back- and finally, your legs. As he washed your legs, he got down on his knees. You almost moaned at the sight of it. He poured out some more body wash and began washing your left thigh, moving down to your knee, then your calf, your ankle, and foot. He then repeated this on your other leg. As he washed you, he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your pussy, you were practically dripping.

He quickly finishes, standing again as you now start to wash him. You feel as his body eases under your touch, your hands move from his back to his arms, making sure to clean all the dirt from his skin. You’d never imagine Jace being this vulnerable with someone, but this wasn’t anyone, this was you. You moved down, now to his legs, you try your hardest not to look between his legs, knowing how it’ll make you feel, so you carry on down his legs.

Despite your inexperience in bed physically, you had come up with many scenarios in your mind. One of them was riding Jace’s thigh, and as your hand rubbed the bubbles into his skin, your mouth was practically watering at the thought all over again.

“All done,” you smile, standing back up again. Saying no more, Jace pushes you against the wall, his hands on your waist as the water continues to fall on you both. He connects your lips once more, the last time had been more desperate, now this was full of love, passion, want.

You bring your arms to wrap around his neck again, partially for balance. His kisses trail from your lips to your jaw and down your neck, where you feel him begin to nibble the skin, sure to leave some bruising for tomorrow.

“Can I go down on you?” He asks against your neck, his kisses now moving down to your collarbone, “please?”

This completely threw you off, Jace was asking to go down on you?

“Please. Nobody’s ever done that before.” You confess. He lifts his head back up, giving you a look that says ‘seriously?’.

“Then I’ll be the first, darling. You’ll never forget it.” He says, smirk spreading across his face as he kisses down your chest to your tummy, and gets back down on his knees again. You feel those familiar tingles as he spreads your legs, placing one of them up on his shoulder. “If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, sweetheart. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod your head, biting down on your lip as you feel his fingers begin to spread your folds, his mouth placing a delicate kiss on your clit. His tongue then began to lick around the nub, gently flicking it up and down as you groaned, your hand coming down to his head. His mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked slowly, stopping for a moment and then sucking again. You felt your core clenching down on nothing, you wished he’d slip a finger into you, but one of his hands was wrapped around your thigh, holding you in place, and the other was holding your hand.

You were left gasping for air as you felt his teeth graze your clit, the new sensation clouded your brain, it seemed the only words you were now capable of saying were ‘Jace’ and ‘please’. This only encouraged him to tease you further. He wanted to ruin you for any other man, make sure that nothing could ever compare to the pleasure he gave you.

As he started sucking on your clit again, you began grinding down on his face. Then you felt your stomach tighten, this was more intense than any orgasm you had ever given yourself with just your fingers. You hadn’t yet realised you were holding your breath, but as you came on his face you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan.

“Holy shit,” you heard Jace say from between your thighs. His fingers now toying with your clit, causing you to squirm from the overstimulation. “I’ve never made anyone squirt before, that was insane!” He grins, wiping his face as he rises to his feet again. He notices you burying your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot.” He says, moving your hands away from your face, cupping your cheek as he places a kiss on your lips, causing you to taste yourself. As he pulled you closer to him, in attempt to deepen the kiss, you slightly pushed him back, plucking up the courage to ask him-

“Can I go down on you?”

He eagerly nodded his head.

“Only if you want to, of course.” He says.

“I want to try it. I’ve never done it before.” You say, settling yourself on your knees in front of him. Before you reach your hand out to touch him, he stops you- you worry that you’ve already done something wrong and look up at him.

“What have you done before, darling?” He asks, not a single hint of judgement in his voice as he strokes your cheek again.

“Only the actual… act.” You explain, “it didn’t last very long, either.”

He frowns, looking down at you sympathetically.

“Poor baby,” if this was in any other situation, you would’ve smacked him. But right now wasn’t the time, “it’s okay, I’ll teach you.” He says, removing his hands from you. You take his cock in your hand, although it was too big for just one hand. You begin pumping it in your fist, but you worried this wouldn’t be enough, “if you want, you could use your mouth,” Jace says between pants. Like him, just the sight of you on your knees for him was enough to make him cum. You take the tip of him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out. You hear him moan your name, knowing you must be doing something right, you continue your actions.

Soon, deciding you wanted to change it up again, you attempt to take his entire length in your mouth, although you ended up gagging after taking just over half of him. His hand comes down to your wet hair, stroking your head, telling you to only do what you’re comfortable with- but after giving you the best orgasm of your life, you feel like you owed him this.

So you try again, hollowing your cheeks and you manage to take more of him down your throat. His hand comes down to hold you in place, forgetting in the moment that this is your first time and that he should be gentle, but you didn’t want him to hold back. You gagged around him again, and he quickly removed his hand, cursing himself and apologising to you. But all you did was take his hand again, putting it back where it was and looking up at him as if to say ‘it’s okay.’

You suspected he was close, words fell from his mouth such as ‘good girl, taking my cock like this’, ‘your mouth feels like heaven’, ‘look at you, with my cock stuffed down your throat’, ‘my pretty little slut’. You loved hearing the words that came from his mouth, they only pushed you into taking him further, desperate for him to cum in your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, darling.” He warns you, but to his surprise you only suck harder on him, needing to taste him.

He was pushed over the edge when you looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded, he had never seen anything like it. The way you took his cock, every last inch, into your mouth. You felt his cum start to leak out into your mouth- to your surprise it tasted quite pleasant, unlike what your friends described it as, but maybe it was just because it was Jace.

You swallowed every last drop, taking him out of your mouth when you knew you’d worked him through his high. You opened your mouth for him, showing him how you had taken his seed. All he could do was moan, and smile down at you.

You stood back up, holding onto him for support as your knees ached. You were so desperate for him to fuck you now, you felt your hips grinding into his without you even realising it.

“I need you,” you whisper against his neck, peppering him with kisses, “I need you to show me what it’s like to get fucked properly.”

Your words seemed to have the same effect on him as his did on you, as you heard his breath hitch and his hands grabbed your hips.

“Then I don’t think we should do it in the shower, baby.” He says before he turns the water off and helps you step out of the shower. He reaches for a couple towels, wrapping you up in one and him in the other as he leads you back to his room. You begin to dry yourself as he goes to double lock the door- you guess that he had been walked in on before. You try not to think too hard about Jace’s love life.

Once you were dried, you didn’t bother getting dressed, you just laid back on Jace’s bed like he instructed you to do. He smirked when he came back and saw you doing what he had asked.

When he was dry, he joined you on the bed. Leaning on top of you as he connects your lips again, his hand coming down to cup your heat.

“You touch yourself, right?” He asks, to which you nod your head. Afraid that opening your mouth will cause you to moan out loudly again, “of course you do,” he smirks, “I’ve heard you late at night. Such a dirty girl… show me.” He whispers, leaning back, his eyes on you.

You try to catch your breath, but it was impossible in this situation. Your right hand moves down your body, reaching where you need him the most. You rubbed your clit with your middle finger in tight circles, small gasps leaving your mouth as Jace just chuckled.

“You can do better than that.” Jace states, and you begin to go faster, feeling as your stomach tightens, you bite down on your free hand to stop the moans and whimpers spilling out, but he moved it, “I need to hear you, love.” He says.

As you were on the edge on another orgasm, Jace takes your hand in his, making you whine beneath him. He just continues to smirk, enjoying the sounds you make for him. Sounds you’ve made only for him.

“Jace,” you whisper, your hand tangling in his damp hair as his mouth comes down to your nipples again, “I need you.”

“Where, darling?”

“Inside me. Need to feel you here.” You say, taking one of his hands and placing it on your belly. It’s as if you flipped a switch, he licks over your hardened bud once more before spreading your legs apart for him as far as they could go, his cock pressing against you as his hand holds your hip.

“You ready?” He asks, his thumb stroking where he held your hip.

“Yes,” you moan, wanting to just take him and shove him inside you already.

You knew it would hurt, the size of him and your experience wouldn’t go well together, but you seemed to forget he was also rather experienced. As he begins to push himself into you, he whispers praises into your ear and he kisses down your neck.

“Taking me so well, good girl. I know you can do it.” He says, your eyes were screwed shut as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it when you were in discomfort. But once he was fully in, he paused for a moment, kissing you on the lips before telling you, “I’ll move when you’re ready, okay? Just let me know when.”

You were so grateful for how caring he had become in this moment, the thought of losing you had made him appreciate you more. He was so careful with you, but once you were both comfortable enough, you wanted that to change.

“You can move.” You whisper into his ear, and he begins to move his hips, thrusting himself in and out of you. Rubbing against your walls deliciously, each time you clenched around him you heard him groan slightly.

As his pace quickened, you let go of his hair and flopped against his mattress, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You had truly never felt anything like it. The way he angled his hips caused him to brush against the special spot inside of you, causing your vision to blur and your mind to become fuzzy.

“Feels good?” Jace asks, knowing it clearly felt wonderful. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Taking me so well.”

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you feel a sudden pressure on your lower stomach and you look up to see Jace pressing down with his hand. Each time he thrusted into you, you felt like you were going to explode.

Drunk off the feeling of his cock, you look into his eyes. It was such an innocent thing to do, but the words that were about to leave your mouth were far from it.

“Jace,” you said between breaths, “I need you to cum inside me, please, please, need you to fill me up, all the way…” You trail off as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, reaching deeper into you than you thought was possible.

“Look at you beginning for my cum,” he chuckles, his voice dripping in lust, “sweet little whore, wanting me to show her how it feels to get fucked right, now wanting me to fill her up.” His words only made you worse, you couldn’t think straight as you clenched around him even more, “so desperate, aren’t you, darling? But you asked so nicely. Make a mess on my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, okay?”

You nod your head, not knowing what you had agreed to exactly, but if Jace was offering something who were you to turn it down?

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He says, leaning over you again, his arm beside you, supporting him. You do as you're told, and he spits into your mouth. You hold it there for a moment before swallowing, opening your mouth again to show him you had indeed swallowed it.

Eager to make you finish before him, he pushes himself back up and begins toying with your clit again, knowing how sensitive it had now become, pinching it, rubbing it between his fingers, rubbing it in tight circles, trying to figure out what you like best.

“Jace!” You gasp, “I’m gonna…”

“Do it. Cum around my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, darling.” He pants.

And before you know it, your body begins to squirm underneath him as you see white. You can only moan out his name and profanities. Your head was thrown back, your arms coming up lay on the pillows beside you. Jace lifts you by the hips, holding you as close as he possibly can before letting himself go inside of you. He holds you there for a moment whilst he comes undone, as if you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.

“Jace,” you whisper, his body collapsing beside yours.

“Holy shit.” He gasps, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. “Y/n, I love you. I have done since I first met you, I was just… scared. Scared you wouldn’t like me back. I know this is a lot to take in but-”

“I love you too,” you giggle, still coming down from the pure ecstasy he had gave to you, “I… I can’t think straight right now, baby. Let’s talk about it later. Right now I just want to cuddle.” You say, snuggling up to his chest.

“I guess I quite literally fucked your brains out.” Jace said, earning a half-hearted slap on the shoulder from you. “Sorry.” He added, his fingers playing with your damp hair as you fell asleep on his chest.

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 4 months

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prompt: malec and the gang having korean bbq, everyone look in puzzled as magnus the one who do the grilling and then just put everything in alec plate

Anh? Actually sending a decent prompt for once? More likely than you think 😳

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Maybe it was the six glasses of soju, maybe it was the atmosphere - the restaurant lit like a 90’s bar, the blue aquariums lining the walls full of colourful fish (a sight that made Alec miss his children - Max and Rafael would’ve adored them), the music playing through the speakers of the restaurant and the smell of hot sizzling meat - but Alec was feeling especially smitten today.

Or maybe it was the love of his life looking particularly sexy today, wearing a powder blue silk shirt with the top few buttons left undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was a little looser than usual, a few stray locks falling in front of his face. His eyeliner was sleek and sharp, and lips pursed in intense concentration as he flipped some shrimp on the grill.

Alec was just content to watch him for now, chin propped up on a palm, hearts in his eyes.

They had come out for Korean barbecue - him and Magnus, and Jace and Clary and Isabelle and Simon - because it was the weekend, and because Isabelle thought it’d be fun to go out on a ‘triple date’, and because Jace and Magnus had clashed on what kind of food they wanted and Korean barbecue ultimately met both their needs.

Alec could hear the chatter of conversation between the others, but his eyes were only on Magnus, who was now busy rolling a piece of shrimp and some pickled garlic in lettuce, which he then dipped in some chilli oil and held out to Alec.

“Say ahhh.”

Alec rolled his eyes but complied anyway, letting Magnus feed him. The taste of crisp lettuce hit him first, and then the chilli and the shrimp and everything else, the flavour while literally bursting into Alec’s mouth.

Magnus smiled, no doubt enjoying what he called Alec’s “foodgasm face”.

“Good?”

“Mmhmm,” Alec nodded, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he chewed. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but smile a little.

Magnus feeding him had become something of a habit between them. It was a result of Alec’s long work days that blended into nights in an extra office Magnus had summoned up for him inside their apartment, plus Magnus’s persistent desire for himself and everyone around him to eat well, particularly a minimum of three meals a day minimum.

So, these days, when Alec tended to answer ‘you should eat something’ with some variation of ‘later’ more than three times in a row, Magnus would simply sigh and summon up a plate of food and a stool next to Alec’s chair. He’d feed Alec until the plate was left empty, sometimes with chopsticks, sometimes with a fork or spoon, sometimes with his fingers, carefully wiping away any excess left on Alec’s lips afterwards.

It was probably not something to get used to, and Alec might have to put a stop to it sooner or later, but screw him - he had a repressed childhood and loved being pampered.

Right now, Magnus was feeding him a second helping of a lettuce roll with shrimp, when someone cleared their throat from across the table.

“Are we going to get some, too, or are you just going to feed Alec everything?” Jace pouted.

Alec snorted, “I’m pretty sure you can assemble your own rolls, Jace.”

“Okay, one,” Jace protested, “you can assemble your own too, and two, I’d be doing it right now if Magnus hadn’t dumped all the cooked shrimp onto your plate.”

Alec looked down at his plate, and - yep, there was a heap of shrimp on there.

Magnus sighed, looking long-suffering. “I put on another batch for you guys, they’ll be cooked soon.”

“What if you’re too busy cooing over Alec and they burn?” Jace narrowed his eyes.

“I keep telling you I can grill-“ Isabelle butt in.

“Oh, it’s fine- I mean- Magnus has way more experience so-“ Clary interrupted, steering the evening clear of disaster.

Isabelle sighed and leaned back in her chair. “When will the world appreciate my talent?”

“I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with any of this,” Simon muttered to no one in particular. The waitstaff had kindly procured pre-grilled vegetarian alternatives for him, which included grilled mushrooms, tofu and pineapple slices.

Simon hadn’t touched the pineapples so far. Alec didn’t think he was planning on doing so either.

Magnus sighed, “I won’t let them burn. Also, you can have the first serving of brisket.”

Jace seemed satisfied with that offer, and busied himself with the glass noodles they had served as a side.

Magnus paused to flip the shrimp on the grill, and then turned his attention back to Alec, assembling another roll and holding it out for him.

Alec shook his head. “You should eat too, love.”

“You first, babygirl,” Magnus grinned.

Alec rolled his eyes again, but how could he ever refuse?

#send me prompts!#malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane

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lawsofchaos1 · 1 year

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Promptlet: Nephilim Language

I know it's not a totally new concept, but I adore the idea of the nephilim having their own language, some cobbled together combination of Latin, Aramaic, Hebrew, Greek, and a few other odds and ends from ancient times. All nephilim speak it, it's their lingua franca, but only the old lines learn it as their mother tongue.

It's a point of pride for Idris families that they learn to speak Nephil before any regional mundane languages like the Institute-based families. So, even though Maryse and Robert are forbidden from Idris, Nephil is the only language Alec and his siblings are allowed to speak for the first several years of their lives. (Alec doesn't even learn English until he's seven. )

The Downworlders know, in theory, that the Shadowhunters have their own language, but it's incredibly rare for a nephilim to actually use it in front of outsiders. Thus, the language is more a rarely-thought of curiosity than anything else for those who don't belong to the Clave.

After Magnus and Alec get together, Alec falls into thinking of the loft as home.

And Alec has never really had a home before.

Alec has been in line for the Headship of the NYI his entire life- he's never had the opportunity to relax or to just be a child in the Institute. Even growing up he knew he would be expected to lead the men and women around him, and he could never let down his guard or show any weakness.

In the loft, Alec is relaxed and content and, when his head is laying in Magnus' lap and Magnus is stroking his hair softly across his forehead, Alec sometimes slips into Nephil without even realizing it.

What if just like Alec begins learning Indonesian for Magnus, Magnus quietly asks Alec if it's allowed for him to learn Nephil? And Alec is taken aback at the question because... because Nephil is the language that is, it's the language that describes the universe, it doesn't - it can't - belong to just one group of people.

But, even though Alec thinks that way, Magnus is more cognizant than him that most Shadowhunters wouldn't want a Warlock learning the language that they believe to be spoken by the Angels.

However, one day, Alec is injured badly on a hunt and Magnus is rushed to his side in the infirmary. The injuries can't be healed by magic and a Silent Brother is working on him, but Alec is in immense pain, the English stolen from him and Magnus can't keep silent.

In front of all the Shadowhunters in the infirmary- in front of Jace and Isabelle and Andrew and everyone else - Magnus slips his hand into Alec's and turns his husband's face towards his. Taking a deep breath, he opens his mouth and Nephil flows out. He ignores the gaps and the sudden snapping of eyes to the back of his head and he pours out his love for Alec in the very language that shaped the world.

#writing prompt #headcanon #shadowhunters #malec #Alec Lightwood deserves nice things #Magnus Bane deserves nice things #worldbuilding #lawsofchaos rambles

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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I'm in love with your Lilith is Alecs mother AU!

Do you mind sharing anymore of this fic?

What are your thoughts/head cannon for this universe?

Thank you for all or your hard work and for sharing your work with us!

here is some more from desecration of souls which is mama!lilith obsessively raising her kid

i hope you enjoy and i'm glad you like it <3

lumine

“Alec,” Maryse calls like she has for the last fifteen minutes and for a moment, she thinks she sees him but then the shadows move and he’s not there, just another empty corner. It’s with annoyance that Maryse walks away, her heels clicking and tapping, and she tries not to let her anger get the best of her, or her worry.

It would be one thing if this rarely happened, but Alec is a strange and silent child, who listens obediently but who watches more closely and quietly that Maryse thought a child could. It was useful, at first, when Maryse needed to spend as much time on Valentine’s orders as possible. But here, in New York, now that she’s from under Valentine’s thumb and struggling to regain honor for the name she wears, she has time to be a mother and she hates how hard it is.

Alec is more difficult to find than a shape-shifting demon, sticking close to the shadows and rarely smiles. Oh, he’ll smile to himself and sometimes he’ll play with Izzy and Maryse will see hints of the child he is, but more and more those moments are lost to her. The smile gone before she looks and Alec’s eyes are cold as they watch her, as if she’s unfamiliar and a threat.

It’s unnerving, to be looked at by her own heir and Maryse ignores the whispers of her own instincts telling her that something is wrong and pushes him harder, speaks to him more firmly when she does see him.

And Alec never complains, he never starts fight or argues with her, but he never stops watching her and for some reason, it scares Maryse more.

—

Alec struggles to bring the flowers together in a crown and he pouts when it falls apart.

“Mama, your crown broke.” He complains to the darkness of his room, secure in the knowledge that his mother is always listening to him, always watching him.

In an instant, a body made of willowy shadows forms and shifting shadows cup his face. Alec tilts his head up and smiles at the faceless shadows that make up his real mother and he sighs as her possessive magic covers him in a soul-deep hug.

“My sweet little prince, always so good for me.” Mama croons and her hands pet through his hair and Alec sighs in delight, leaning into the touch with an eagerness that he only shows around his mother.

“Mama, I miss you.” He admits it and instead of scolding him, his mother makes a sound as if she’s been lanced and the darkness of her form pulls him even closer to the darkness.

“Precious child, I miss you. So very much, my little prince. It won’t be forever though, I’m still here. When you are older, we’ll find a way.” Mama reminds him and Alec nods and clutches the shifting sands of her dress and wishes that he could just be swept away by his mama.

“Love you mama.” He promises, because he does and there is no one in the entire world that he loves as much as his mother.

—

“Mama, I don’t want to marry a girl when I grow up.” Alec tells her, his nose wrinkled as he’s going over a book of runes. Lilith has been helpfully reminding him of some that have been lost to time and Lilith pauses at this change in subject.

“You don’t ever need to get married.” Lilith says, because she hardly needs Alec thinking he needs to go out and get engaged at a young age like others of his kind.

“I don’t want to marry a girl.” Alec repeats and he’s watching her with something suspicious in his eyes.

“Good.” Lilith says, when she finally realizes what he means. She’ll be the only woman of actual importance in her son’s life and considering Lilith has had to share him with Maryse and Isabelle. “I’ll find you a decent warlock or seelie, when you’re old enough.” She adds, because that should give her a few centuries to properly coddle Alec once she has him away from his mortal ties.

Alec doesn’t seem concerned that she’s making decisions for him and Lilith settles, content in the knowledge that she is an amazing mother and doing a much better job than that bitch, Maryse.

#lumine writes #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters au #malec #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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ladyhindsight · 26 days

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Of Morgenstern family history, inconsistencies as to previous books and plot, and me generally just not getting it.

Not as glorious as she makes it sound because it was less to do with glory and more to do with stupidity. First she makes the demons aware of her presence and then tries to battle them with ornamental axes, which probably would be funny if I had more tolerance for Clary’s bullshit.

Back to the point I made in chapter 12: Why does it matter where to rune is placed? The series has barely told us anything about the workings of runes, it has barely made any sense with the use of them. Do you benefit more having the mendelin rune where Clary has it or does it actually matter?

I don’t understand how unbuttoning a shirt hides any stains.

Sebastian and Clary talk about stuff: what the demons were talking about, Sebastian telling Clary about the plan but actually lying, how Sebastian thinks Valentine was wrong etc. Sebastian then invites Clary to join him on one of his excursions in order for him to prove himself to her. Then we cut to Team Good

This idiot is surprised that Alec defended his sister and didn’t let his boyfriend air out his frustrations unfairly on her. It is to drive the wedge further down, not that Alec would otherwise defend Isabelle since none of them defend each other when actually some standing up is required.

Team Good get the news about Luke being awake, and they begin to plan for the summoning of Raziel. Not a lot happens there on that front, and we’re back with Sebastian and Clary.

Clary has already commented on Sebastian’s looks in the beginning of the book. I don’t get why this point needs to be reiterated here just because he gets glances from girls.

“So this was what her brother looked like. Really looked like, alive and moving and animated. A pale face, all angles and planes, tall and slim in black gear. His hair was silvery white, not dark as it had been when she had first seen him, dyed to match the color of the real Sebastian Verlac’s. His own pale color suited him better. His eyes were black and snapping with life and energy.” –Chapter 3 “Bad Angels”

And it's not even the first or the last time Clare keeps describing him like this.

Fucking really.

→ It’s because it is the only sense of humor Clare knows how to write.

→ Jace doesn’t smile either. He smirks and grins like an ass.

→ Sebastian just said that Clary didn’t kill Valentine. Valentine died because of Clary.

→ Here they are having one of their many you are just like me, no I am nothing like you, oh but you are, I am not because kjdsakldjsl arguments. Many more to come…

→ Funny how Clary never thought to ask Jocelyn about her middle name. Seraphina would’ve been a lot cooler, but also a lot more on the nose and edgy.

→ Clarissa Seraphina Morgenstern. Pretty cool. It’s probably all those Rs that make it sound strong. But Clarissa Adele Fairchild suits her character better.

I did enjoy this part where Sebastian tells Clary about the Morgensterns. It was interesting.

It’s funny how Sebastian paints Jocelyn as the villain and ruthless woman who betrayed her husband in the cruelest of ways, simultaneously brushing past all the horrible things Valentine did to her and was as a person.

Sebastian and Clary then arrive at a place where Clary meets a disgraced Iron Sister Magdalena.

Glad that that plot hole has finally been answered. In the fifth book and not where it was supposed to be.

However, in City of Bones, Luke explains that the Circle ”allied themselves with demons—the greatest enemies of Shadowhunters—in order to procure weapons that could be smuggled undetected into the Great Hall of the Angel, where the Accords would be signed.”

So where do we stand on that now since it was apparently Magdalena who armed them? Also why would they need an Iron Sister arming them when they were just good ol’ regular Nephilim with the access to weaponry anyway? Did Clare just try to cover a plot hole with a nonsensical answer?

Not even the Parisian ones passing by?

Sebastian hands over the chunk of adamas for Magdalena to craft into what he asked. Which we know is a cup. Clary and Sebastian start to leave, and Magdalena makes a comment how they look exactly like their parents. Which fair, because they are the exact copies of them where looks are concerned.

#Clary Fray #Sebastian Morgenstern #CoLS Chapter 15 #City of Lost Souls

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What careers do you think the TMI gang would have as mundanes? Especially Isabelle. I feel all the others have interests/jobs that can be translated into mundane life but I really can't think of anything specific for her and since you're the reason for all the Sizzy on my dash, figured I'd ask!

i can totally see izzy going into fashion. my first thought was as a stylist, but i could totally see her modeling too. or maybe she does both hehe and i think this pairs well with simon's music career. tho with creative jobs i feel like there's always something else going on, so unless/until he makes it bigtime, i can definitely see simon being a music teacher, or at least a contracted guitar tutor on the side. the same goes for clary and her art. as for the rest of them... idk i could see magnus doing interior design tbh and alec would end up at the top of some company, maybe a lawfirm, or maybe he just accidentally rose through the ranks of the first job he got out of college and now he's kicking ass. as for jace.. idk why but when i saw this ask, all of a sudden i was dying to see him in a micky d's uniform lmao okay okay but fr i could see him being a linguist of some sort. maybe a translator or a silly professor? and maybe he takes up some modeling gigs when they enter his orbit through isabelle too hehe

#i know you said specifically izzy but i was having too much fun hehe #asks #anon <3 #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #tmi #the mortal instruments #tmi gang #isabelle lightwood #simon lewis #clary fairchild #magnus bane #alec lightwood #jace herondale

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witchlingcirce · 8 days

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I miss Luke I need him to be more present in TWP as headmaster!!! Him and Clary’s relationship was so cute I wish we got to see that more :( ALSO do you think Mr Max Trueblood (Maryse’s brother that left shadowhunting bc he married a mundane) will make a comeback?? That’s a NEED. Especially because Alec is consul now and his rules are different and I’m sure they need more people to ascend sooooo ugh I don’t know I want the Lightwoods to have a little cousin

Jace has Kit

Clary has Ash

Izzy and Alec need a little Trueblood cousin

Anyway I would loveee to hear your thoughts and predictions on TWP!! I miss the TMI gang I want to know how they’ll be involved 😔 Literally scrambling for crumbs at this point

So glad someone is talking about Luke and Clary. I love there relationship so much. Overall I think so many of the characters in tmi become disregarded as the series goes on!!! While I don’t think Luke will be any kind of major character in TWP, i definitely think he will have some kind of role. We know Dru gets in a lot of trouble, I can also see him being present in Ash’s life one way or another. Not only is he Ash’s step grandfather (LOL) but I think Luke is someone who constantly has a positive impact on peoples lives, and I think that’s something that will be seen in TWP.

As for Maryse’s family, I’d love for them to make some kind of come back. I feel like it could be something fun. I also think it depends on the age of the kids hahah! Either way, if he does make a comeback I hope the cousin is a girl. Enough with the male cousins! I need to see another Maryse and Isabelle lightwood. However, I don’t think they will make a comeback. As Cassie said in the first book where not spending alot of time in any school or institute setting, so as for the first book I don’t think we will see them. 😭😭😭

Hmmm some thoughts an opinions on TWP??? I don’t really have any theories I’ve made up myself but I do really enjoy some other theories I’ve seen online, but I also do have some other hopes.

- TWP is loosely based on the athurian legends so I can see Dru and or Kit having an Excalibur sword.

- someone mentioned to me once of a parallel between Matthew and James as Ash to Kit and I’ve always really liked that.

- Thule!Simon making an appearance. This one is SO MEANINGFUL TO ME!!!! Imagine if our Simon lost his Clary :(. Also the fact he told Janus “I’ll kill you jace herondale” before his disappearance??? Yeah somethings cooking.

- Julian mentioned having the blackthorn sword remade, and I’d love for it to be remade into a sabre!!! And on that note, I’d love if Dru got it. I can see Dru fighting with a Sabre to honour her sister, especially since in LM it’s mentioned how they fence together.

- This ones lwokey not a prediction but I deadass need Livvy to come back like full, that’s my icon 😭😭. If not I need the final goodbye between her and Ty to be gut wrenching.

ALSOOO YESS I MISS THE TMI GANG!! When I saw that Sizzy literally got a short story in the better in black book I jumped with joy. I HOPE twp ends with Claces wedding!! A cute parallel between Jocelyn and Luke in COHF!

TYSM for the ask!!! 😭😭😭 I’m glad there’s other hardcore TMI truthers out there.

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carelessflower · 1 year

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consort 101

Alec dreaded his daily court-holding.

He knew his duty as consort, to look over and manage the royal harem. And what is a better way to do it than hearing the same people arguing over who had the best gold embroidered silk fan collections?

Alec took a sip of his tea, not missing the eyes that traced his every movement. Of course, many were convinced he had enchanted Magnus using a dark magic love spell. Magnus had laughed hearing that once. Then promptly demanded Alec to properly enchant him with his love spells this time. Alec's sore back the next morning did not help much with Alec's enthusiasm to deal with the harem. Many concubines were nice, but the one with the most to say always went out of their way to annoy Alec.

"Oh, your majesty. I haven't noticed how dowdy you look this morning." As if on cue, Jasper stood up and didn't even bother for a decent attempt of worry. "Please forgive me for my oversight." He was on his way to kneel, and it was obvious from the speed he didn't intend to go through it.

Alec smiled faintly. "That's alright. Please stand up. I appreciate your concern, but I am perfectly well."

"Really?" Jasper continued after returning to his seat, not caring at all about Alec's no desire to engage in whatever imaginary feud Jasper was having in his mind. "I thought- Well, you don't have to hide for our sake."

"Our king is a generous lover. Surely you understand that, your majesty. There's no need to be sad." Another concubine giggled.

"The consort will never. Jealousy is frowned upon in the harem. Your majesty knows it better than us."

"That's right."

"In fact, I'm sure the consort is happy for the king. The consort must be tiring himself out taking care of our majesty, and now he has someone to share that responsibility with him."

Voices laced venoms, the room hid the weapons underneath those smiles. Alec already knew the culprit for all of this. Victoria stood still, dress newly made and of the finest quality, all lace details and trim. Alec recognized the fabric. Magnus gifted it to her, and everyone in the palace was under no illusion how much her dressmakers went through for the gown to be a week-done affair.

He felt her staring at him, smugly proclaiming her win over Magnus's heart.

Usually, Alec would let this slide. Arguing with anyone who equated material gain to love was a waste of time, he would rather spend it to force Isabelle's stew not to poison every living creature in close proximity. But today, Alec was feeling a bit mischievous. And curious too. It was a unique combination.

Using the teacup to disguise his next move, he undid the first front lace on his robe, enough to reveal what was underneath. Magnus's marks were a stark reminder of what they were doing with the silk the night before, dotted on the pale column of Alec's throat, down to his collarbone.

"Concubine Johnson got it wrong. How can being with the king ever be tedious?" The chaos from the room erupted even more with his sentence.

"I thought the consort had fallen out of favor."

"How indecent! Showing off those things."

"The consort is so selfish, he's hoarding our majesty and bragging to us."

"Wait, haven't you been begging for that ruby pearl choker foreve-"

"Shut up!"

A range of emotions flashed and switched like rapid flames across many's faces. Alec hid the smirk to himself.

@dustandducks happy birthday lys you're absolutely talented and amazing legendary human being keep excelling always!!!!

#malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #shadowhunters #tmi #tsc #the mortal instruments #the shadowhunter chronicles #tec #anh writes stuff #consort alec

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 1 year

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izzy when she bump into magnus outside of the institute

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“You really have some audacity, don’t you?” Isabelle snarls the second she bumps into him outside the institute, where Magnus has been lurking for the past ten minutes, scared to enter the premises.

“Isabelle—“

“Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. My. Brother.”

Magnus let’s out a tired groan, “I didn’t mean to hurt Alexa—Alec like that. I made a mistake.”

Isabelle’s eyes turn darker at the words. She looks the kind of undefeatable warrior for which Raziel created their race for.

Magnus knows right this second that if he were to fight Isabelle—he wouldn’t be the one who’d come out of it winning.

There are some things more dangerous than power in the world—like love.

And Isabelle always overflows with her love for her brother.

“No. You know what a mistake was? Alec meeting Camille behind your back. That was a fucking mistake. What you’ve been doing these past months is just plain cruel,” she accuses and Magnus let the words pierce his heart like daggers.

Are you done, Magnus?

You win.

He remembers the devastation on Alec’s face.

But there’s this thing.

Magnus doesn’t like being cornered—being blamed for things where he’s not the only responsible party.

Doesn’t like hypocrites at all.

“You knew.”

Isabelle looks into his eyes with confusion.

“You knew what I was doing since the beginning. If what I was doing was so cruel then why did you stop me?” Magnus asks because he’s never seem to get why the Lightwood sister didn’t.

Her eyes dim at that, a sadness taking over her face.

“Because I had faith in you, Magnus. I thought your methods were a little misguided but your heart was in the right place,” Isabelle all but whispers. “I do not carry any regrets with me in my life, Magnus. But, trusting you with my brother’s heart is something I will never forgive myself for.”

Something cracks inside him at the words.

“Isabelle, I will fix this. I promise you.”

Isabelle huffs lightly.

“The best thing you can do right now is leave Alec alone.”

“And if I don’t.”

There’s a loud noise of her whip slapping the floor.

“Then you have to go through Isabelle Lightwood first.”

She announces the last words and then disappears into thin air.

It’s barely a minute before another voice speaks.

“She’s really something, isn’t she?

Magnus groans, turning towards the person, “What? You’re going to give me the third degree, now?”

Jace let out a small chuckle.

“Not really, no.”

“Then why are you here?”

The blonde shadowhunter gestures across the area, “I live here.”

Oh.

He’s at the institute.

“Yes. Of course.”

“Hmmm.”

Jace continues to stay there, not leaving, just peering at Magnus with those eyes.

“I’m sure you have heard what happened.”

“Yes,” Jace nods, “You really fucked up, Bane.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles, “If you’re here to threaten me on my life, Isabelle got it covered.”

“I know she does. I’m not here to threaten you. I’m just here to understand,” Jace mutters.

Magnus raises an eyebrow, “Why?”

Jace’s lips turn upward at that, into a small grin.

“You would think that a 400-year old man would be so much better at dealing with love, wouldn’t you?”

#okay i have the next part almost ready too jsjssjssk #alec lightwood #malec fics #magnus bane #malec

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dreaming-marchling · 3 months

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fic writer meme

Thank you @smilebackwards for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 33

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 1,855,326 per my stats page - it's kind of wild!

3. What fandoms do you write for? My current two mains are Shadowhunters and Fast and Furious. I have in the past posted stories for Daredevil, Merlin, Harry Potter, Torchwood, The Defenders, Sherlock, Four Brothers and Suits. I have other fandoms I've started fics in but not finished/posted

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Day Forty Seven [7055] Set Free [4285] Marked in Trust [4132] Listen [3934] Four Centuries and Also Nineteen Years [3876]

5. Do you respond to comments? I respond to all comments while the story is in progress and then for probably a couple of months after it ends before I stop. Unless someone asks a specific question, then I always respond. I wish I could do all of them ever but life makes it hard.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I almost answered none of them before I remembered Addicted, which is about Brian and Dom hooking up during the first movie which I mostly wrote to prove to myself I could do smut. I'm pretty sure it ends with Brian realizing Mia (who he's supposed to be maybe getting together with as per the movie) heard them do that and Dom knew she would and from there Brian understanding that they're imploding even without him and the FBI.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Literally all the others, lol. I'm a happy ending girlie.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Yes, in the Shadowhunters fandom if I write Jace as a good parabatai. Occasionally for if I write Isabelle as a good sister or Clary as not a total piece of shit. Also sometimes if I write Alec in a way that suggests maybe Magnus isn't the greatest in the world who has suffered more than Alec ever will.

9. Do you write smut? Yes but I generally prefer the fade to black approach

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written? I've never written a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of I don't think. I don't even know if I would want to know, like that would consume me in the worst way

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, but not as Marchling. All of the comments were telling me that the translator was changing things and it was a bad translation and the person doing it was getting really weird. It was just like a nightmare kind of so now I request no one translate my fics. I'm sure someone would do it better and I'm just being all oversensitive because I got burned once but I'd rather just not go down that road again.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, but also not as Marchling.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? I honestly don't think I have one, it really depends on my mood.

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh absolutely. I have a couple of Shadowhunters stories that I doubt will ever be finished because they just don't want to be written I think. I love the ideas but the ideas don't love me

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I write dialogue well. I try to make sure that I include some sort of realistic recovery even if the story is shorter. I like to experiment with formatting to help tell the story and I think it's generally effective

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I can't write drabbles. I am not good at action scenes. I don't do enough description.

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics? I've been corrected in the comments more than once, lol. I like to do the dialogue in another language but write the English in italics so even if I'm wrong everyone still knows what it was meant to be.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I was like 11 or 12 and I posted my first two stories at the same time. One for a fandom I won't name because they're still out there and it's small enough you could find them and I'd rather die. The other for Angel the TV series. I got more comments on the other fandom one and so I was embarrassed that the Angel one got way less and I deleted it lmao. Did I mention I was in middle school?

20. Favorite fic you have written? I am so proud of so many of my stories but I think the Marked in Trust series is always going to be just the tiniest bit extra special in my heart.

tagging literally anyone who wants to play

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arosesstorm · 2 years

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untied spell | Alec Lightwood

words count: idk sorry

gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood

warning: angst, my fav

summary: the nigh of Max's party at Bane's, a truth was revealed, a painful one, yours

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

"dear, so glad you came" Magnus welcomed you inside the house, his sharp eyes the first thing that reminded you you were in trap.

"how could I not come, after all, it is Max's party" a sigh escaping your lips as Magnus closed the door behind your back.

"here" he handed you a drink, his mouth close to your ear "I know you and Alexander aren't in the best of terms now but I beg of you let's enjoy the evening"

a light of amusement crossed your face "what the high warlock of Brooklyn says.." a gulp as the drink slide into your throat.

as Magnus looked at you make your way into the living room he couldn't help but sigh "this is going to be a disaster".

as soon as your eyes met Izzies a calming wave washed over your body "so glad I found you" you admitted as soon as the dark haired reached for your arm to interlock with hers.

"So glad you found the right member of the Lightwood family you mean"

you couldn't help but glare as she put her hands up in surrender "alright, got it, I'm sorry".

finding out you were not the only Herondale left was one thing, discovering your younger brother was Jace Wayland was a total different matter.

you would have be the happiest to hear the news if not only the closest friend you had didn't hide it from you.

"for your own good" Alec had said, but it just made you want to throw up.

"you don't have a clue on what's good for me" you had replied the night you had found out.

safe to say, you avoided the man since.

you and Izzy went for the bar, ordering the strongest they had with only a thought in mind, the time of your departure.

"why hasn't Max still arrived?"

"Alec was meant to take him but he's running late"

"as usual" you felt the need to add, as you sipped from your second drink, it was strong.

when you turned to the door again you saw him, his place steady, his eyes hard, all that gloomy act and Alec was still Alec, a ferocious dog without teeth.

"let's go great Max" Isabelle dragged you toward the small circle as you looked at everyone but him.

"my little hunter!" exclaimed the girl hugging the boy thigh as you smiled down at him "guess you'll be my next right arm huh?" you joked ruffling his hair.

"you bet since everyone seems to die when they get close to you" your head shot in Alec's direction, your eyes as thin as those of a fox "what did you just say?"

the man shook his head, looking around for support, "what do you mean?" he asked.

you were about to bark back when Magnus stood between you two, his voice louder "ah! it is a great party, let's leave the celebrated to it".

eyes glaring while you sighed hard, "need another drink".

the rest of the evening went down better than expected, Alec seemed to respect your boundaries, in fact, you were able to avoid him for most of the night.

it wasn't until you saw Clary shot for the bar on the left that something just switched.

"i have to go" you told a tipsy Isabelle as you left the couches, your steps taking you to the terrace when you noticed a door slightly open, someone laying on the floor.

your feet stopped as you regained consciousness, what was going on?

only when you made your way inside the room you spotted a terrified Jace on the right.

"Jace! what is going on?" you asked reaching for who you had recognized was Maryse Lightwood laying unconscious on the floor.

"she tried to kill me!" he spoke, his voice harsh yet panicked, "Maryse?" you asked, too unlikely to be true.

"yes!" he half screamed as he approached you, his eyes wet with tears and his jaw hard.

he was in pain and it pained you too.

your brother, was in pain, your brother, was in pain.

you didn't know how you arrived to that conclusion but suddenly, as bright as day, the culprit's name flashed before your eyes.

Alec.

Alec was the reason your brother was in pain, the reason you yourself were.

you marched out of the room, a surprised Isabelle crossing your path as she got in.

"y/n!" she called for you, but it was late now, you were already half way to the terrace when you spot him.

Lost gaze as he was stearing at the night sky, his back facing you.

he felt someone approaching and was quick to turn around: "y/n.." he had the time to say before you pushed him backwords, hands searching for the daggers behind your back.

"y/n!" he screamed now, his eyes blank as he was glaring at you.

"hiding my brother for me is a thing, but hurting him?" you half screamed, daggers now in view.

then, the unexpected happened, his lips lift into a dark smile as he chuckled "what am I? the bane of your existence?" he laughed.

you were taken aback, losing your steadiness as you stumbled back, his body swinging forward as he took the daggers out of your hands, hitting the ground hard.

"what is going on with you?" Alec asked but you couldn't help but hear "Just say it, we both know what your problem is".

your heart roared as you jumped on him, fist swinging, as he tried to block you as best as he could.

"you know nothing about me!" you screamed.

"I do, I always did" he spoke, as you fell on the concrete, his body steadying you as he positioned himself above you.

"you are not mad at me because I've hidden Jace is your brother, you are mad because you are a worthless piece of shit, the weak of the family and the soft hearted", your hands burning as you were trying to get free, "all this time and you were just trying to run away from your feeling, from your feelings for m-"

"no!" you screamed as your feet kicked him on the back, the boy crawling to the floor.

you looked like an animal, a beast as you jumped to Alec's lap, your fist white as you aimed for his face.

"you have to stay away from me!" you screamed, gatting the dagger from the ground as you pressed it to Alec's throat.

your eyes watery as ho looked at you sympathetically.

"y/n!" you heard a voice as you suddenly snapped out of it.

your hands trembling as you throw the dagger away, looking at Alec on the ground, his eyes soft, in pain.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, quickly getting on your feet again.

Magnus rushed forward as he touched your shoulder softly, "I'm sorry he was-", "he was saying things I-", "I'm sorry".

you felt like throwing up.

"Alec!" Maryse rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, "what happened?"

"I'm fine" he breathed, his eyes glued to his opponent's face.

"y/n" the boy spoke, getting on his feet "are you alright?".

"have you all lost your minds?" Maryse barked, shooting for Jace who was now standing behind you and Magnus.

"you almost killed me!"

"do you all hear what she is saying to me?"

"Jace" Clary touched the man's shoulder as Simon entered the room.

"what is wrong?" he asked, "Maia is by the bar if you are wondering" Clary blunted stern.

"something's wrong" you heard Magnus whisper as he left your side, making his way inside the apartment.

"don't you ever spoke to me again" you stated with gritted teeth, eyes wet with tears as Alec looked at you with that same very eyes.

"don't be ridiculous" he answered.

you turned your back as you left the crowd, your brother trying to reach you but failing.

you had just touched the door's knob as Alec held your arm forcing you to turn around.

"reason with me" he pleaded "let's be logical".

"I can't!" you answered with a ferocity that broke the man's heart.

"you know why" a string seemed to unlace inside your head and your vision cleared again, but it didn't change the fact that it was obvious now, at least to you.

"y/n" he breathed.

"we know why" and you left the room praying for the night to end painlessly.

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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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@malectober

PROMPT: HUG

She looked at them, gazing from a distance. Her son and the warlock.

Her firstborn, her eldest, the one who made her a mother. Her beautiful blue-eyed boy, with the deft hands and big heart. Her Alec.

If there was anything she could thank Robert for, it was the children.

Isabelle with her fiery passion, poor Max. A pain that would never go away. And Jace, the boy they'd taken in, a son in every sense but blood. And Alec.

She knew. She'd known, deep down, that Alec suppressed things. She shouldn't have been surprised when he fell for Magnus and said nothing about it, least of all because he was a man.

She saw them laugh together, Alec's eyes crinkling the way they always did. Laughter suited him. Magnus managed to coax a chuckle out of him as no one ever did. She may have had her qualms about Bane, but she was thankful for everything he'd done for them, for Alec most of all.

Magnus kissed Alec's cheek and Alec blushed. The redness overtook his features like a tide and Magnus grinned, pleased. He kissed him again, on the lips this time. Alec was still blushing, but kissed him back with equal fervor.

She smiled to herself. She regretted everything they'd made Alec go through, for the sake of appeasing them. Of appeasing Robert most of all, but she knew she was apportioned some of the blame as well. She'd never made a move to tell him it was okay; it was okay to not live up to our expectations, it's okay to not be exactly what your father wants you to be, it's okay to break down and take a breath. He was the oldest, and hefted the responsibility like a true soldier. She knew he would make a wonderful father someday. He'd turned out a wonderful man, after all. Thanks to his own merits.

They were still wrapped up in each other, an embrace wherein no one could tell where Alec ended and Magnus began. She looked away, giving them their privacy. She'd yearned for that sort of love, once — now, she felt privileged to see her children experience it.

She heard a crash; they'd knocked over a plant on the windowsill. They were laughing again, breathless. Alec righted the pot, still grinning, and Magnus entrapped him in a hug. Alec did not make to move away; he leaned against the warlock, relaxed and at ease. He'd never been this calm as a child, or as a teen. He'd never been this happy.

Maryse saw them stay like that, swaying and murmuring sweet nothings to each other, planting soft kisses in the slanting light of the sun where they thought no one could see them and their affection. But Maryse saw, and understood. She knew. She'd always known. It was why she'd went so far as to leave a voice message to Magnus herself, when the two had broken up. She really had always known.

Alec deserved every bit of happiness and joy he got. The Clave saw his love as wrong in all sorts of ways: Magnus was a man, Magnus was a Downworlder. But she'd gotten over all that, and Robert was on his way there. As cheesy as it sounded, Alec and Magnus belonged together.

They were still hugging. Maryse smiled softly and left, vowing the same old vow: I will protect him. It was the first thing she'd thought to herself when he was born. And it was what she thought every time she saw him.

He didn't really need protecting anymore. But she would do so anyway, in any way she was able. Her protection, for his safety: it was like a hug to him of her own.

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Animalec Fest 2023

September 24: Sacrifice

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The world seemed to be spinning around Magnus, everything feeling fleeting and insubstantial. Somehow he’d made it inside the castle and was sitting in the Great Hall, surrounded by Alec’s family. The one word gone, gone, gone kept repeating over and over in his head like a death knell. He was aware of people speaking, but all the voices sounded fuzzy, as if heard from underwater.

Focus, he told himself angrily. You’re the king. You need to be doing something to help. Focus!

He blinked, and the room swam back into view. His gaze flicked over the stone walls hung with tapestries, then the anxious faces around him. Isabelle was there, her face pale and tearstained. Her husband Simon was sitting next to her, his arm around her shoulders. Alec’s adoptive brother Jace was pacing the room, looking tense and strained.

A door at the far end of the room opened, and Magnus’s stomach tightened with tension as Lydia entered. She was wearing a plain white gown, the blonde braids of her hair wound about her head like a crown. She saw Magnus and instantly made a beeline for him.

“Your majesty.” she said. She glanced around at the rest of the room, then back at Magnus. “I would— like to speak with you in private, if you would permit.”

Magnus nodded, and the room emptied. Jace hesitated for a moment, but Isabelle touched his arm and he left with her and Simon. As soon as they were alone, Lydia slumped onto the couch opposite Magnus and put her head in her hands.

“My lady,” Magus said, rising in alarm. “Are you alright?”

“Please,” she said in a muffled voice, “no formalities, Magnus.” When she looked up at him, her eyes were rimmed with red. “I want us to talk openly about this.”

“As you wish.” Magnus said, confused. He sat down again and waited.

Lydia seemed to be hesitating, choosing her words carefully. “I know,” she said eventually, “that you have….feelings for my husband.”

Magnus wasn’t entirely surprised. It wasn’t like he’d tried to be subtle, after all. “I’m sorry if I upset you.” he said softly. “Alec and I…. we never….” He waved his hand around awkwardly. “Nothing ever happened.”

“It’s not that.” Lydia said. “I wasn’t jealous. Just… sad, I suppose.” She looked at Magnus steadily. “We got married for political reasons, as you know. Most people of our class do. I was fine with it. But Alec…” She sighed and stared out of the window for a moment.

“Alec wasn’t fine with it?” Magnus said gently.

Lydia shrugged. “He’s been in love with you for years.” she said simply. “I’ve known it since our wedding day. When you were performing the ceremony, the way Alec looked at you… He was wishing you were the one he was marrying instead.”

Magnus felt his cheeks heat up. Hearing his own suspicions confirmed like this caused a mixture of joy and despair in his chest. Alec loved him. But what was the use of that when he had disappeared without trace?

“When we last spoke,” he said hesitantly, “Alec was— distressed. If I said anything that might have caused him to run away, I am so sorry.”

Lydia hesitated for a moment. “Alec and I might not have a— traditional marriage.” she said carefully. “But he is my closest friend, and I—” She scrubbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her white gown. “I am very afraid for him.” she said softly. “I don’t know where he is, or what’s happened. But I don’t think it was your doing, Magnus. There’s something else.” She seemed to be steeling herself for a confession.

“There was something I noticed about Alec.” Lydia said slowly. “Something very strange. For three nights of every month, he would disappear— go out into the forest and spend the entire night there. He was always back in our room before morning, so I was the only one who ever noticed he was gone.

At first I thought it was a tryst, that he was meeting someone. But the meetings were so regular, and when he came back he always seemed…” She shook her head. “He seemed dazed, like he couldn’t clearly remember what had happened. He always refused to tell me what he was doing.”

“No one else knew?” Magnus asked in.

“I told Isabelle and Jace, but no one else.” Lydia said. “We all tried at different times to ask Alec about it, but he brushed us off. Wouldn’t tell us anything.”

“And you think this has something to do with Alec disappearing now?” Magnus asked.

Lydia looked up at him, her gaze steady. “As I said, Alec would disappear for three nights in the middle of the month. During the day, he’d be at the castle as normal, but gone at night. Those three nights have just passed. He should have returned to the castle this morning, like he has every other time. But this time, he hasn’t returned.”

“So something’s changed.” Magnus said. “Something’s stopped him from coming back.” He forced back the possibility that Alec wasn’t just missing, that he was dead, gone forever. An image of Alec, lying still and cold in the forest, stole into his mind, and he felt a chill of horror.

Lydia leaned forward and grabbed his hands. “Don’t think that he’s dead, Magnus. You have to have hope. I do. I believe he’ll come back to us.”

Magnus looked up at her, feeling a wave of gratitude. For the first time, he felt no sort of jealousy towards Lydia, but only a deep-seated warmth and friendship. There was a sad irony in the fact that the thing they were bonding over was the disappearance of someone they both loved.

Hours later, Magnus rode away from the castle, his heart heavy. Jace, Isabelle and Lydia had planned to scour every inch of the barony, send out trackers into the forest and question every citizen of the region. Magnus didn’t know if they would find Alec. Didn’t know if Alec even wanted to be found. He didn’t even know if Alec wanted to be found.

What did I do to scare you off, Alec? I’m so sorry if I hurt you. Please come back to me.

Just two weeks ago, as he rode through this part of the country, Magnus had thought how beautiful it was. Now everything, from the hills to the sky, seemed grey and bleak.

He bowed his head over his horse’s neck and allowed a few tears to fall, tears of grief and confusion and longing. Then he took a deep, shuddering breath and looked up at the sky, blinking rapidly to dispel the remaining tears. Life had to go on. He was the king, and kings didn’t have the luxury to neglect their kingdoms for private grief.

I hope you’re safe, my Alexander. Wherever you are.

_______________________________________________

Three months passed, months in which Magnus tried to devote himself to the affairs of the kingdom. Every moment that he didn’t keep himself busy, thoughts of Alec floated into his head. Magnus wondered where he was, if he was safe, if he was even alive. If he missed Magnus.

He thought about Alec while in meetings with his council, while travelling to other parts of the kingdom, while signing treaties and while he tried to fall asleep.

Especially while he tried to fall asleep.

It wasn’t like he was constantly obsessed with searching for Alec. But the thought of him was always— literally always— at the back of Magnus’s mind.

Winter came, and the first snows fell, blanketing the lands around Magnus’s castle. One day, when the snow was thick on the ground, several members of Magnus’s council came to him and suggested a hunt.

“The castle needs game for the winter, your majesty, and it might cheer you up.”

And Magnus, thinking that it might at least be a distraction, agreed.

They rode out from the castle, a party of a dozen nobles on horseback, with their hawks and hounds. Everyone was dressed in warm fur-trimmed clothes against the winter chill, their breath steaming in the frosty air.

Magnus’s horse, Kalon, stamped nervously at the noise around him. Magnus swung up into the saddle, but before he could ride out a hand reached out and seized his bridle. Catarina was frowning at him from the back of her own horse. “My lord, I’m not sure you should be accompanying us on this hunt. You’ve been troubled in your mind since…well....”

Since Alexander disappeared. The words were unspoken, but Magnus heard them clearly. He smiled at his old friend and advisor, and if the smile was a bit forced, well, that was his business. “Cat, I can assure you that I feel fine.”

Catarina glanced around, then leaned in closer to him. “Magnus, I feel a sense of foreboding about this. I think it would be wiser for you to stay inside the castle.”

“And miss out on all the fun?” Magnus replied lightly. He was aware of Ragnor, his other oldest friend, a few metres away. He was clearly pretending not to listen to their conversation. “I need this, Cat. I need a distraction.”

She didn’t look quite convinced, but she released his horse, and the whole party set out.

Winter had cast a blanket of silence over the forest. Their horses’ hooves thudded dully in the snow, accompanied by the jingling of metal and the creaking of leather. They rode for over an hour, but saw neither deer, bear or boar. The forest seemed empty, eerie in its blanket of white.

Magnus was on the point of suggesting they turn back when something caught his eye. A grey, hunched shape, almost hidden in the cluster of trees. As soon as he saw it, the thing darted away, slipping into the undergrowth.

Magnus couldn’t have said why, but a sudden instinct sent him galloping into the trees after it. He heard the startled cries of his nobles behind him as he urged Kalon through the forest, hardly knowing what he was doing. Within seconds, he was out of sight of the hunting party, and the sound of their voices faded to silence.

Magnus charged through the forest after the skulking grey shape, but he had already lost sight of it. He slowed his horse to a walk, then stopped.

He was utterly alone. The forest stretched around him, cold and silent, and it occurred to Magnus that plunging wildly into the depths of the woods might not have been such a good idea.

He looked around once more, but there was no sign of the grey creature he’d been seeking. He was just about to turn his horse and head back to the hunting party when a low, shattering growl rumbled through the trees. Kalon screamed and reared in terror. Magnus was thrown from the saddle, crashing against the ground with an impact that drove the breath from his lungs. Dimly, he saw the horse galloping away in a panic, and he realised just how foolish he had been to charge off into the woods alone.

He tried to rise, but a lance of hot pain went through his ankle and he collapsed with a cry of pain. He must have hurt it in his fall. The low growl came from the trees again, and then Magnus’s stomach turned with terror as a hulking shape moved out of the trees into the clearing.

A bear wouldn’t normally attack a human, but it had been a harsh winter and this one looked hungry. It approached Magnus, that harsh growl emanating from its throat. He scrambled backwards, all too aware that he had no weapons, not even his hunting dagger. His hands slipped in the snow and he sprawled awkwardly on the ground.

Magnus pressed himself against the ground, trying to make himself go limp. It was a slim chance, but he’d heard of bears leaving people alone if they lay still and silent. He could hear it moving closer to him and he felt panic rising up inside him.

Then there was a snarl, and a grey shape shot out of the trees and threw itself between Magnus and the bear. A huge wolf, bigger than any Magnus had ever seen. Grey and shaggy, with hackles raised and teeth bared.

Magnus stared in shock. The bear reared up on its hind legs with an angry snarl. It seemed as confused as Magnus was. He’d never heard of a wolf attacking a bear, certainly not a lone one. Although the wolf was the largest Magnus had ever seen, it was much smaller than the bear, who seemed to realise this. It jabbed a paw threateningly at the wolf, who growled threateningly in response. It was keeping itself between the bear and Magnus like a shield.

The bear lashed out with its claws, and the wolf yelped in pain as four red gashes opened on its flank. Then it rallied, snarling at the bear, teeth snapping. It lunged, and the bear staggered backward under the onslaught of claws and teeth, seeming baffled by the other beast’s ferocity. It knocked the wolf away, but in a second it was up again, leaping at the bear and tearing at its hide.

As Magnus watched in terrified amazement, the bear actually retreated, dropping back to all fours and snuffling in confusion. The wolf snarled at it again, and the bear cowered, then turned and lumbered rapidly back into the trees. The wolf stood still for a moment, panting. Then its head swung back towards Magnus.

The fleeting relief he’d felt vanished, and he went cold with fear again. The wolf’s purpose was obvious-- it was hungry too, and had chased off the bear so it could eat Magnus instead. There was nowhere to run. Magnus pressed his cheek against the snow, trembling as the wolf padded towards him. He shut his eyes, scalding tears leaking out. Dimly, he wondered if it was in any way preferable to be devoured by a wolf rather than a bear. He really didn’t want to experience either.

He heard the soft crunch of the wolf’s paws as it approached, then the sound of its breath. He tensed, waiting for the searing agony of claws raking across his back, fangs tearing at his neck.

There was no pain of teeth or claws. Magnus’s heart pounded. Then he felt the wolf’s hot breath on his hand, and he flinched, anticipating the bite. But instead, the wolf licked his hand and nudged it, a sound almost like a whine coming from its throat.

Magnus opened one eye, just a crack. The wolf sat back on its haunches, watching him intently. It made a soft whuffling sound and nudged against Magnus’s side with its muzzle. Magnus froze, and the wolf drew back and looked at him for a second, almost like it was….trying to reassure him? It repeated the action, pushing gently at Magnus and whining softly, almost a pained sound.

Magnus still wasn’t quite sure that the wolf would hurt him, but he took a deep breath and tried to rise to his feet. His injured ankle sent a burst of agony up his leg and he dropped again, gasping. The wolf’s concerned whining grew in pitch. It took a step towards Magnus, dipping its neck and butting gently against him.

Magnus understood almost instantly what the wolf was trying to communicate. He also understood that there was something very, very strange about this wolf. It wasn’t behaving like a wild animal would at all. Rather, it seemed to be trying to help him.

Magnus breathed in again, then took hold of the thick ruff of fur around the wolf’s neck. In one shaky motion, he hauled himself to his feet. He swayed, the world swimming before his eyes, but his grip on the wolf’s fur steading him.

Leaning on the beast, he limped back towards where he’d left the hunting party, following the tracks his horse had left earlier.

It was slow going, but every time Magnus stumbled the wolf steadied him, taking more than half his weight. As they went, it— he— kept swinging his head from side to side, ears pricked and alert for danger.

This is definitely not an ordinary wolf, Magnus thought.

They passed through another thick tangle of branches, and then Magnus could see, through the trees, his nobles up ahead of them. He staggered forward gratefully, the wolf still supporting him.

Magnus stepped into the clearing, and there was a flurry of screams and shouts as his courtiers saw what they thought was their King at the mercy of a wild beast. To his horror, several had arrows nocked to their bows, about to fire at his friend.

“No!” Magnus shouted. He ranged himself in front of the wolf, throwing his arms out to shield him. “No, it’s alright! He saved me!”

Catarina was the first to lower her bow. “Magnus, what is this?”

Magnus raised his hands defensively. “I fell and was attacked by a bear. This wolf chased it away and saved me. He hasn’t hurt me at all.” He stepped forwards, but his ankle gave way and he slumped to his knees. Behind him, the wolf yelped in alarm.

Cat’s eyes widened. “You’re hurt.” She ran to Magnus, several lords trailing behind her. Catarina skidded to her knees in the snow beside him, her blue velvet dress billowing out around her. Magnus stretched out his leg and Cat prodded it experimentally with a healer’s gentleness.

“Sprained,” she said, “but not broken. It’ll be alright in a few days. We’ll need to treat it at the castle— I haven’t got the supplies out here.”

“I’ve got your horse.” Ragnor called. He came over, leading Kalon. “We found him wandering in the forest— though how you managed to fall off, I don’t know.”

“He bolted when the bear attacked.” Magnus said.

Ragnor snorted. “Then he has more sense than you, at least. What were you thinking, racing off like that?”

“Ragnor’s right.” Catarina said, which was not a statement she made often. “You’re an idiot, Magnus.”

Magnus wagged a finger at her. “That’s insubordination, talking to the king like that.” He drew himself up huffily. “I demand you show a little more respect to your liege.”

“Oh no, he’s hallucinating.” Catarina said dryly. “We need to get him back to the castle before he starts turning cartwheels and singing.”

Magnus rolled his eyes at her, fondly, and allowed Ragnor to help him onto his horse. At that moment, the wolf, who had been standing silent until now, ran forwards and lunged up with his front paws, clutching at Magnus’s leg. In the back of his mind, Magnus noted that the beast had specifically reached for his uninjured ankle, so he didn’t cause Magnus pain.

Definitely not an ordinary wolf.

There were a few shouts from the courtiers, and Magnus saw one man’s hand drop to his sword. “Don’t you dare.” he snarled, rounding on him, and the lord flinched and moved back.

Magnus looked down at the wolf. It was whimpering, clasping his leg in a gesture almost like a hug. He felt a wave of sympathy for his new friend. “Do you want to come with me?”

The wolf’s tail wagged, and Magnus laughed. “Alright, my friend. Come home with me.”

His courtiers were all staring at him, clearly of the opinion that had lost his reason. Several were inching away from him.

“Magnus.” Ragnor said in a slow, careful voice. “That is a wolf. Wolves are dangerous.”

“Not this one.” Magnus argued. “He saved me. And he’s not an ordinary wolf— he’s far more intelligent. And look how gentle he is!” He reached down and scratched the wolf’s ears, and the beast gave a low rumble of contentment, eyes shutting in pleasure.

“It’s settled.” Magnus said. “He’s coming with us. The King decrees it.”

Magnus looked around at his courtiers, drawing someone to argue with him. No one did. He gave a satisfied nod and flicked the reins, leading the way back towards the castle. The wolf loped joyfully at his side. Several of the horses nickered in fear at the wolf’s presence, but their riders patted their necks and whispered to them until they were quiet.

Magnus looked down at his new companion, bounding along joyfully beside him. A smile tugged at his mouth. It seemed that he’d somehow acquired a wolf, and oddly enough, he felt nothing but happiness at the thought.

Back at the castle, Magnus’s ankle was quickly bandaged, and then he turned his attention to his wolf. The gashes down the animal’s side were still bleeding, and he wanted them tended to. None of the castle healers, not even Catarina, would go near the wolf, so Magnus heated water and washed the wound with his own hands. He smeared a healing salve along the wolf’s side and ran a hand through his fur. “Good as new, my friend.”

The wolf thumped his tail on the ground. Now that they were no longer in the woods, Magnus took a moment to study his new companion. The wolf’s fur was thick and shaggy, ash grey darkening to a black streak along his back. His eyes were an unusual shade of deep blue, filled with an almost human intelligence. Those eyes looked into Magnus’s trustingly, as if the wolf sensed he was safe. He didn’t tear or scratch at the wound either, as Magnus would have expected a wild animal to do.

“There’s more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there?” Magnus murmured. He stroked the thick fur of the wolf’s neck. “You’re not exactly a normal wolf, are you?”

The wolf thumped his tail again, putting a paw on Magnus’s knee. He laughed and stood up. “Listen to me, talking to a wolf. Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you want, my friend. I’ll look after you.”

The wolf sprang to his feet, tail wagging. He cuddled up to Magnus’s legs like a friendly dog, and Magnus smiled fondly.

He yawned, suddenly exhausted. It had been an absolute tumult of a day. He’d nearly died, been injured and made a new friend— a very strange friend, but no less welcome.

Magnus hesitated a moment, looking down at the wolf. “What am I going to do with you?” He didn’t know if putting the beast in the royal stables was the best idea. The castle’s hunting dogs were all trained to hunt down wolves, and Magnus didn’t want to risk his new friend getting hurt.

He made a decision, beckoning to the wolf and setting off down the corridor. His friend followed beside him without a second’s hesitation.

They walked through the stone halls, dim and silent at this time of night, lit only by the torches on the walls. Magnus reached his own chamber and opened the door. He looked down at the wolf. “Does this suit you, my friend?”

The wolf answered the question by springing inside and looking back at Magnus expectantly. He laughed and followed it into the room, sighing in contentment as he took in the familiar surroundings. His room was decorated in rich scarlet, with thick tapestries hung on the walls to keep out the cold and a plush red rug. There was a fire crackling in the grate, dispelling the winter chill. His limbs sagged with exhaustion, craving sleep.

Magnus quickly readied for bed and crawled between the covers. He blinked sleepily at his wolf, still standing in the centre of the room. “You can come up here if you want.” He patted the end of the bed, expecting the wolf to curl up there like Magnus’s hunting dogs did sometimes.

The wolf seemed to consider, then seemed to shake his head. He crossed instead to the door and stretched himself out along the base of it, flopping down with his head on his paws. Like that, no one could enter the room without disturbing the wolf. The message was clear— he saw it as his mission to protect Magnus.

“Oh.” Magnus murmured. His heart felt very full suddenly. “Thank you, my friend.” The wolf glanced up at him and flicked his ears at Magnus, almost as if to say, Rest.

Magnus smiled and curled up, drawing the blankets around him. He fell asleep with his friend guarding him, feeling safer than he ever had before.

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I know you just wrote it but can we have more of the winter soldier-like au for the wednesday prompt?

i have to go to work in a bit but i HAD to write the next part so i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

“Isabelle.” Magnus says, low and cool and she turns, eyes wide with hope and hands trembling. Her bright eyes dim and she looks dull when she realizes he’s alone.

Around them, the gloomy halls of the Silent City seem to warp. Jem assured him this was the safest place to meet with any nephilim, especially an Iron Sister.

“You didn’t bring him?”

“Why would I ever let him near any nephilim again?” Magnus asks coldly, looking at Isabelle with disdain where once there was a sliver of fondness. “Even his own sister can’t stop from betraying him once again.”

“I haven��t!” She protests, “Magnus I swear to you. I couldn’t.”

“And yet, the nephilim children you thoughtlessly gave information to weren't so smart. They went straight to Imogen and when she finished regaling them with details, they showed up to demand the weapon I stole from the clave.”

Isabelle pales and she shakes her head, “no, Magnus. You have to understand, I just... she needs help. You’re the only one I could think of that might be able to!”

“You thought you could rewrite history. You see those reckless children and you see yourself, Isabelle. So tell me, my dear.” The endearment is mocking and cruel where once it was sincere and she flinches, closing her eyes, “why must Alexander be sacrificed a second time for a little girl too spoiled to care about others?”

Isabelle takes a deep breath and she laughs, bitter and weary.

“I’m never going to see him again, am I?”

“Perhaps if he’s better by the time you die, I’ll let him visit you on your deathbed.” It’s more than she deserves and they both know it, even if Magnus normally refrains from being so cruel.

“Magnus, I really didn’t mean to.”

“You never do, Isabelle. You went to the Iron Sisters to do better, so why are we here? Back at where we began?”

“I just want him back, Magnus.” Isabelle whispers, voice hoarse and thick with tears, “it’s been decades. I miss my hermano. I just wanted to see him, I thought maybe—” She trails off, unwilling to voice her absurdly selfish wants that have once again put her brother in danger.

There is danger once again and the clave have been reminded that Magnus has something they consider theirs.

Magnus looks at her and he believes her.

That doesn’t change a thing.

“Then perhaps, Isabelle. You shouldn’t have betrayed him.” Magnus turns, walking away because this was the sole purpose of the meeting. If Isabelle continues to help little Clarissa Fray and her blonde shadow, then Magnus will deal with her as he vowed to, when she first cost him his love.

—

Izzy sighs as she watches Magnus leave and she shakes her head at herself. She knows better, she really does and yet in her impatience, with the fear of dying from old age without seeing Alec one last time, she let it get the best of her.

Which means that now, she might not even get to see her brother.

Its a sign of impatience that Izzy thought she trained out of herself.

“Izzy?” Cleophas asks as she returns and Izzy gives a bland, cool smile and nods to her friend. “Are you alright?”

“I made a mistake.” Izzy admits, which she rarely does and it makes Cleophas send her a second, concerned look. “I don’t know if I can salvage anything from the shards.” Because Cleophas thinks she’s talking about a weapon, but Izzy is talking about the last bonds of the strained relationship between her and Magnus that she just managed to shatter.

“You’ve always been able to create masterpieces, even from a ruined piece.” Cleophas reminds her dryly and Izzy gives a polite smile back, but her heart isn’t in it.

“Sometimes, the most valuable things are too delicate to repair.” Is all she says and when she gets to her rooms, Izzy sighs and stares at the picture of a young, fifteen year old Izzy with Alec on her dresser. It’s an old picture and the only other picture Izzy loves as much is hidden.

She retrieves it now and stares.

She’s freshly seventeen in the picture and Alec is in it, Magnus wrapped around him and the three of them are in one of Magnus’ many homes. Whisked away by portal while Alec and Izzy pretended to just be out on their own for her birthday.

It’s one of many times that Alec included her, despite how dangerous it was to have anyone know of his relationship with Magnus.

Ultimately, it was Izzy’s own hubris that broke them all and she sighs and pets her fingers over her brother's face.

Her own hair is gray now and there are lines in the corner of her eyes and mouth and while her beauty is still revered, all she can wonder is how Alec looks.

Does he still look young, caught in the age he was when she lost him? Or is Magnus fighting time as well as magic and Izzy stiffles a sob, because Magnus looks as young as he did when they first met.

It brings up too many painful memories that Izzy has to force herself to choke her emotions down.

Magnus refused to reach out during the Uprising or even in the two decades since it failed and Izzy knows she could have requested a meeting with him, but she was terrified to be denied.

It was an accident, mentioning Magnus to Clary. A mistake that Izzy is going to pay for and it’s a price she doesn’t think she’s willing to accept.

Which means that Izzy needs to find a way to once again endear herself to Magnus.

The best way to the High Warlock’s heart — for the last forty plus years at least — has always been through Alec.

So, Izzy grits her teeth and squares her shoulders and reminds herself to be strong.

She’s the Lightwood heir, despite joining the Iron Sisters.

If committing treason and sending adamas and books to Magnus to help him save Alec from a countdown that Izzy started, she’ll do it.

please remember that izzy was super young and it was complicated. magnus blames her and she blames herself and it is her fault but there were also extenuating circumstances and ofc the clave took it too far

izzy also hasn't seen alec in decades and suddenly this kid who reminds her of herself with a blonde shadow. she doesn't meet jace because male, so she just sort of assigns him alec's personality and basically accidentally emotionally manipulates herself

also izzy is super endeared by clary and only met her the once.

this doesn't have a name yet

also remember that magnus is super biased and clary showing up sputing bs hit every switch imaginable

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lighwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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