Fighting the Good Fight [Ch. 8]
Alec Lightwood just wants to run his Institute in peace.
This is the story that could’ve unfolded if Jace didn’t exist.
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Magnus/Alec, Clary/Izzy
Tags: Jace doesn’t exist, transgender alec lightwood, retelling of the TV show, Internalized Transphobia, Panic Attacks, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Fluff, Lightwood Siblings Feels, Izzy and Alec are parabatai, Family Dynamics, homophobia
AUTHOR’S NOTE: TRIGGER WARNINGS
HOMOPHOBIA: The fallout from Clizzy's kiss is rough, as you probably all would've guessed. Maryse is a nightmare about it, but Alec calls her out.
EMOTIONAL ABUSE/MANIPULATION: Maryse manipulates/guilt trips Alec into things he doesn't really want to do. It's not fun, but keep in mind Alec does get a happy ending!
TRANSPHOBIA: Maryse is very flippant about Alec's surgery and dismissive of Alec's feelings on the matter. Lydia """"""accepts"""""" Alec but insists that he must get "all the surgery" before she'll consider him her husband/fiance.
INTERNALISED TRANSPHOBIA?: Alec refers to himself as 'not a real man', but he uses air quotes around it - he's being sarcastic/satirical. However, later, Magnus walks in on him wearing a sports bra and he refers to himself as 'not decent' because he's ashamed of his chest etc.
DEPICTIONS OF GRIEF: Simon dies, and Clary is obviously grieving.
RACISM: Lydia is racist. She calls downworlders 'demonic beings' and ignores Luke's concerns and expertise whenever possible. Alec calls her out on it, and Magnus calls her family ancestry out on it... It's iconic.
Previous Chapter
Episode 8: Bad Blood
Everyone in the room was staring at Izzy and Clary, utterly silent. Alec cringed at the sound of their lips smacking together, not daring to glance at his mother, who had stopped dead in the doorway. After a long, tense moment, the two women in the centre of the room seemed to come back to themselves, and broke apart.
“What did I just do?” Izzy whispered, her wide eyes fixed on Clary’s.
Clary pressed her lips together, her expression warm and relieved. It took her a minute, but Alec saw the realisation dawn on her face as she looked around at the shadowhunters staring at them. “Oh come on,” she laughed nervously, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “It’s the 21st Century.”
Izzy squeezed her eyes shut, and Alec, as freaked out as he was, couldn’t stop himself from leaping over the rail he’d been leaning on and crossing to her side. Izzy’s fingers had turned white from how hard she was gripping onto Clary’s hand, and Alec took her elbow.
“Hey,” he said softly, “I’m proud of you.” He didn’t know what the fuck they were going to do to fix the rage he could sense rolling off their mother over by the door, but he knew that Izzy needed to hear his voice, right now.
“Should I not have…?” Clary asked, the euphoria she’d felt at the kiss totally gone.
“Everyone, get back to work.” Maryse’s voice made all three of them tense, and the shadowhunters who’d been watching and whispering dispersed.
Izzy and Alec looked at each other for a long, long moment, squeezing each others’ hands, and then glanced at the doorway.
Maryse was gone.
“Fucking hell,” Izzy murmured, letting Alec go and pulling Clary into a hug.
Clary rubbed her back, looking over Izzy’s shoulder at Alec with a frown. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure this out.”
“I’ll go and talk her down,” Alec promised, though he could feel the anxiety blooming hot in his chest as Izzy let Clary go and turned to look at him. “I’ll fix this. You… This was the right thing. This is good.”
Izzy sighed, putting her hand on his chest. “Don’t promise her anything stupid. You don’t owe her a deal. This is my mess to fix.”
“I’ll check in on you later, yeah?” He nodded, unable to lie to her. He knew full well that the minute Izzy had kissed Clary in front of everyone, she’d inadvertently sealed his fate.
Maryse was in the office, and Alec felt ill at the memory of what had happened the last time he’d spoken to his mother, and the last time he was in this room. He didn’t knock, squaring his shoulders as he walked into the room. Maryse was looking out the window, hands knotted tightly together behind her back. Alec perched on the edge of the desk.
“Clary could be a good political match for Izzy if we bring down Valentine.” Alec stated. “Clary is a Fairchild. If she is the one to bring in Valentine she will be one of the most influential people in the Clave overnight. Izzy could do worse.”
“Have you forgotten,” Maryse said coldly, “that Miss Fairchild is a woman?”
Alec sighed, looking up at the bookshelves. It was easier, with the two of them looking away from each other. He could be businesslike, not let his feelings get in the way. “Yes, she is. Which means that Izzy and Clary’s partnership could go down in history. Izzy Lightwood will be remembered forever as the first openly sapphic shadowhunter. You always wanted a place in history.”
“Do you hear yourself, Alexander?!” Maryse sounded almost hysterical. “How on Earth are the Lightwoods meant to go on if Isabelle shacks up with a woman and you transition? Max will be our only hope, if we can hold on that long…”
“We don’t need to pop out babies to matter, mother. Izzy is worth more than her goddamn womb.” Alec insisted, “besides, they could adopt. Get a donor. Whatever. We have options. What we should be focussing on, what you should be focussing on, is making sure that Izzy is happy.”
Maryse shook her head. “Do you think Isabelle will be happy when she’s shut out of Clave missions? Do you think she’ll be happy to lose her career?”
“Oh, come on.” Alec snapped, getting to his feet and walking around the desk to look his mother in the eye. This was long overdue. “Stop pretending that this outrage is for our benefit. You are freaked out at the thought of your precious little girl being queer, just like you can barely look at your fucked up eldest whenever he reminds you that he has a goddamn vagina. Isn’t that right? Come on, mother, admit it.” He taunted, raising his chin. “You hate the sight of us.”
To her credit, Maryse looked horrified at Alec’s words, gripping his shoulders tightly. “I could never hate the sight of either of you. Ever. I’m scared, Alec. The two of you scare me. What you mean. My whole life, all I’ve been focussed on is getting you and Isabelle institutes of your own to run. And I just don’t know how that is going to happen with the two of you both so determined to ruin yourselves. You don’t know the Clave like I do, Alec. The second that your father and I are gone, they will cut you off. We are the only things standing between you and a deruning, do you understand that? They will use any excuse to get rid of the two of you.”
“Why?” Alec demanded, “why are they so threatened by us? We’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Shadowhunter numbers are dwindling, year on year. If people like you see you and Izzy as examples, if more and more shadowhunters start getting into same sex relationships and transitioning, what do you think will happen to the birth rate of shadowhunters? This isn’t just about you and Izzy. The Clave will see it as a threat to the future of our race.” Maryse explained, rubbing up and down Alec’s arms. “If we were mundanes, I would support the two of you with my whole heart. But we don’t have that luxury, Alexander. You have to marry someone. You have to. Soon.”
Alec had to admit, he hadn’t thought of that. It was a horrific, heartless suggestion; that the Clave wanted to keep queer people in the closet, but… He could understand. Shadowhunters were needed to protect mundanes. They needed the numbers. The whole point of being a shadowhunter was that you put your own selfish desires aside for the greater good.
Izzy deserved to have happiness. Alec would have to protect her, work hard, climb to the top, to keep her safe from the Clave. He couldn’t bear to think of her living a lie.
“Who do you have in mind?” Alec asked quietly, taking a step back away from his mother.
Maryse inhaled sharply through her nose, and closed her eyes, letting the relief wash over her. She knew Alec would see sense. “We have a few possibilities. For now, focus on getting the Mortal Cup while your father and I vet the girls. The moment the Cup is in Clave hands, we’ll schedule your top surgery, and…”
“I’m only getting surgery if you let a warlock do it.” Alec told her, “I know you don’t think it’s possible, but I am not risking getting turned into a forsaken in a surgery I’m not even sure I want. That’s the deal. I’ll get top surgery if you find a warlock to do it. I’ll think some more about bottom surgery, look into my options. I promise.”
Maryse pursed her lips, but she could see that Alec wasn’t going to budge on it. “I’ll reach out to Ragnor Fell in Idris and see if he knows of any warlocks with medical training. You’ll feel so much better once you get your breasts removed, Alec, you’ll be so happy. You’ll be healed in no time and then we can start introducing you to some young women in Idris. I heard that the Lovelace girl is looking for a suitor, perhaps…”
Alec tuned out his mother and the excited light in her eyes, trying to focus on not vomiting. Trying to focus on breathing nice and slow. He couldn’t afford to lose his mind again and end up at-
Magnus’.
Alec’s breath caught in his throat, and he felt tears welling hotly in his eyes. He had to stay away from Magnus, he had to make sure he didn’t make another mistake. He had to focus on surgery, his duty, marrying a girl. The moment he had the cup, or the moment his mother knew he had the cup. He’d give himself a few days, to prepare. To mourn the life he could’ve had if he wasn’t a Lightwood.
“I’m late for training,” Alec said, his voice sounding far away to his own ears, and left the room on autopilot.
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“I’m so glad we got away from that crowd, all those people…” Izzy murmured, tugging Clary into her room, “it’s so intense.”
Clary swallowed hard, sitting on the edge of Izzy’s bed. “You don’t regret it, do you?”
“Everything happened so fast,” Izzy sat down next to her, putting her head on Clary’s shoulder. “I didn’t have time to think. I thought that the demons had you, I thought for sure you were hurt, and then you were there, and looking at me like…”
“Like I care for you?” Clary asked, smiling into Izzy’s hair.
Izzy hummed. “Exactly. I just forgot about everything else; I knew I had to kiss you.”
“Well,” Clary laughed gently, “at least you skipped the awkward coming out dinner.”
Izzy snorted, her arm looping around Clary’s waist as Clary’s hand landed in her hair. “That’s one way to look at it. My parents are going to be furious. And Alec…”
“Hey,” Clary nudged her, ducking her head to make eye contact, “let’s worry about that later, okay? We have the mortal cup, we’re both crazy about each other… Life is good. Sure, maybe tomorrow will suck, but we’ll get through it. Promise.”
“Promise is a strong word, Fray. I’ll hold you to it.” Izzy said, her eyes soft with affection.
Clary held up her pinky finger. Izzy raised an eyebrow at her. “It’s a pinky swear. You lock your pinky fingers together and then promise on it. Damn, don’t shadowhunters have childhoods?”
“Barely,” Izzy smiled, twisting her pinky finger around Clary’s.
“I swear that we will get through whatever bullshit your parents throw at us, and we’ll make sure Alec doesn’t break his back bending over backwards for them.”
“That’s a big ask,” Izzy sighed, snuggling into the crook of Clary’s neck, “he’s got the world’s biggest martyr complex.”
“He’ll be alright.” Clary offered, her voice soft. Izzy’s hair was so soft between her fingers, the dark curls twisting around her knuckles as she slowly raked them through the long strands. Izzy hummed happily, sated and sleepy all of a sudden. “Hey, you want to lie down?”
“Yeah, you’re sending me to sleep.” Izzy laughed softly, pulling away to scoot up the bed, landing with her head on the pillows.
Clary followed, unclipping her bra under her shirt and tugging it out through her sleeve before lying down. “It’s been a long day. We’ll meet up with Alec tomorrow morning and decide what to do with the cup, but for now, we should get some sleep.”
“I’m not gonna argue with that,” Izzy murmured, shifting closer to the other woman and slinging her arm around Clary’s waist. “I hope you’re a cuddly sleeper.”
“I can cope with it for you,” Clary smirked, knowing full well she was going to gently roll away the moment Izzy fell asleep. They lay facing each other, Clary’s fingers drawing gentle circles up and down Izzy’s back as Izzy stroked the soft skin of Clary’s waist where her shirt had ridden up. Their feet were tangled together, and Clary sighed out loud at the calm that washed over her. Perhaps she’d been a tad touch-starved.
Izzy was wide awake, now. She’d been so ready to fall asleep, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how soft Clary’s skin was, how pretty she looked with her eyes closed. Her eyelashes were so long, brushing against her cheeks. Izzy was struck with the absurd urge to squish the other woman’s face between her hands, and she smiled slightly, burrowing her nose into Clary’s cheek, her arm tightening around the other woman’s middle.
“God, you really are a cuddler,” Clary teased, the flat of her hand warm against Izzy’s back.
“Deal with it, Fray, you pinkie promised to never leave me.”
“That’s not exactly what the pinky promise was, Iz,” Clary snorted, brushing her lips against Izzy’s forehead.
“Well, you’re stuck with me, so suck it up.”
Clary laughed, hitching her leg over Izzy’s thigh. “Alright, alright. I’ll deal.” It wasn’t that it was unpleasant, being this close to Izzy, but Clary knew it would be difficult to sleep with Izzy’s body heat radiating into her.
It was worth it to hear the long, happy hum that Izzy let out.
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“I think we should give the Cup to the Clave. We could use a fake to lure Valentine.” Izzy suggested the next morning, hands on her hips. “It’s too dangerous to dangle the real thing in front of him; if he got hold of it, it’d be the end of the downworld for sure.”
Clary shook her head. “If he realises it’s a fake before we get away from him, he’ll kill us all for sure. He’s no idiot, is he?”
“I’d rather him kill us than the entire downworld.” Izzy shrugged, “it would be a low price to pay.”
“No-one’s dying.” Alec insisted, staring at the screen that monitored the wards around the institute. “I hate to say it, but for now, I agree with Clary. The cup should be kept here, secretly. If no-one knows it’s here, it can’t fall into the wrong hands.”
“But you don’t think we should use it, do you?” Izzy asked, unable to believe what she was hearing.
Alec pressed his lips into a hard line. “I haven’t decided yet. All I know is that Clary has to bring in Valentine.”
“Why me?” Clary frowned.
“Because if you bring in Valentine, the Clave will consider you a hero, and you and Izzy will have an easier time of it. You and Izzy need to take the credit for this mission.”
“What about you? You need the favour with the Clave more than us if you’re going to date Magnus.” Izzy pointed out. Alec looked sharply at her.
“Forget Magnus. I can take him or leave him; you two need to be protected.” Alec insisted, running his hand through his hair.
“Uhhh… No. That’s bullshit.” Izzy argued. “You care about Magnus like I care about Clary. If I get my happy ending, you’re getting yours too.”
Alec groaned softly, shaking his head. “That’s not how this works, Iz. Something has to give, we have to compromise somewhere.”
“Hey,” Clary interrupted, catching Izzy’s elbow before she could launch into a tirade, “we’ll figure out what to do about our personal lives later. For now, we have to decide whether we’re going to go after Valentine by ourselves or involve the Clave.”
Before either Lightwood could open their mouth to argue their point of view, a claxon started going off in the ops centre. Alec looked back at the monitor.
“A demon-blooded creature tried to cross the wards.” He noticed, grabbing his bow. “Let’s go and check it out.”
Izzy and Clary followed him, taking angel blades off the weapons rack as they went. The three of them descended the stairs at the front of the institute, weapons raised and ready, their bodies coiled tight with tension. Izzy spotted him first, the vampire from the Hotel DuMort who’d let Simon go. He was standing in the shadows, carrying something big. Izzy wordlessly nudged Alec and Clary and pointed to his silhouette.
“Don’t shoot!” The vampire called, “I have something you want.”
Alec frowned, and lowered his bow slowly. “Come into the light.” He ordered, and the three of them watched as the vampire walked into the path, under the glow of the streetlamp.
He was carrying a body.
“I didn’t kill him!” The vampire insisted, walking towards them. Izzy growled under her breath, but Alec put a restraining hand on her shoulder.
“Is it a mundane?”
“It’s Simon!” Clary screamed, her stomach dropping to her feet. The angel blade she’d been brandishing clattered to the floor as she sprinted towards the vampire, her green eyes wide with shock as she took in the pale stillness of her oldest friend, cradled in the vampire’s arms. “No… No… This isn’t real…”
“Clary,” Izzy said her name like a prayer, going to the redhead’s side. “I’m sorry.”
Alec hung back, regarding the vampire suspiciously. “Why did you bring him here?”
“I knew the mundane was important to the shadowhunters. And I want to expose Camille as the monster she is. My name’s Raphael Santiago. You need to arrest Camille.” Raphael insisted, “your pet mundane is not the first she’s killed.”
“Alright, let’s… Let’s get him inside,” Alec breathed, avoiding looking at Clary, who was sobbing into Izzy’s shoulder. “We’ll put him in the morgue; no-one will look there. Mr Santiago, if you could join us. You’re going to need to answer some questions.”
Raphael nodded, handing Simon off to Alec. “I’ll co-operate fully with your investigation.”
“Come on, Clary, let’s go inside,” Izzy coaxed Clary off her shoulder, squeezing her hand as they followed Raphael and Alec through the side door and down to the morgue.
Alec was used to death. As acting head of the institute, he’d seen a lot of it, investigated dozens of murders, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a stirring of genuine sadness at Simon’s passing. He glanced down at the mundane’s face as he placed him gently on the table, Clary rushing forward with a cardboard box to support his head. Simon had been kind to him, even when Alec pushed him away. He’d been a little clueless and sometimes got in the way, sure, but Alec had to admit to himself that he’d miss his anxious chattering.
Of course, Simon’s behaviour over the last couple of weeks made sense now. He must have gotten hooked on vampire venom when he was held at the Hotel DuMort. They should have noticed.
“People will be wondering what we found outside the perimeter,” Alec said quietly as Clary started stroking Simon’s hair. “I’ll go and tell them that we didn’t find anything. Nobody will come down here, you’ll have your privacy. Izzy, can you take a statement from Mr Santiago?”
Izzy nodded, and Alec headed back upstairs, his heart heavy. He’d failed Simon.
“I may be a vampire,” Raphael drawled, looking around the morgue, “but I was raised a good Catholic. The mundane deserves justice.” He crossed himself over Simon’s body, and Izzy rubbed Clary’s back.
“The vampires breached the Accords. This could be grounds for war if the Clave finds out.” She told Raphael, her eyes narrow.
Raphael regarded her coolly. “The vampires were not behind this. It was Camille. I have witnesses that will attest to that. She attacked Simon on her own; we thought that he was going to be a simple hostage. She was the one who bit him and got him hooked on venom.”
“Of course you would say that,” Izzy’s chest was heaving with emotion, “you don’t want to be implicated.”
“I could have gotten rid of the body and you’d never have found him. But instead I brought him here. The mundane was annoying, but he was brave. Even had the guts to try and stab me,” Raphael smiled faintly at the memory. “Like I said, he deserves justice, and I don’t want trouble with the shadowhunters.”
Izzy pursed her lips. Raphael had a point, but she also had a feeling that there was more in it for Raphael than justice.
“I warned him to stay away, but it was too late. Camille had given him a taste of her blood and he kept coming back for more. It was only a matter of time before she killed him.”
Clary looked up from Simon’s face with tears in her eyes. “The only reason he ever got a taste of Camille’s blood was because you brought him to her. You kidnapped him, you brought him to Hotel DuMort, you delivered him to a fucking sadistic vampire bitch with a knack for killing people and you think you’re totally blameless?!” She shouted, half-bent over Simon’s body. “You’re almost as bad as she is.”
“I never meant for this to happen. The mundane’s death will be on my conscience for…”
“His name is Simon!” Clary yelled, casting her eyes back down to his body. “Simon… please come back, please…”
“There is…” Raphael took a seat a nearby bench, his hands on his knees, “a way.”
Clary raised her head. “A way for him to come back?”
“Clary, no… Don’t listen to him,” Izzy urged, shaking her head.
“No, I have to! Can we bring Simon back?”
Raphael nodded. “He’s a fledgling. He drank Camille’s blood, so he’s in a state of transition. He could be resurrected. All we’d have to do is bury him and wait for him to emerge.”
Clary swallowed hard. “So I could have Simon back?” Her heart began to race, and she swiped at her tears with the back of her hand. “Alive and breathing.”
“Clary, no, he wouldn’t be the same. He’d be a vampire,” Izzy explained. He wouldn’t be alive or breathing. It would be awful for him, he’d be out of control, unable to think past the bloodlust. He wouldn’t be your friend anymore.”
Raphael snorted. “You people really believe everything the Clave tells you, don’t you? Simon would be overwhelmed for a few days, but with the support of the clan he would be his annoying, nerdy self in a week.”
“You don’t know that!” Izzy retorted, “you can’t possibly know that.”
“I’m sorry, which one of us has actually been turned and which one of us has read about it in books?” Raphael spat. When Izzy didn’t respond, he turned his attention back to Clary. “It’s almost sunrise, so I have to go. Simon must be turned into a vampire tonight or staked through the heart to put him to rest.”
Clary swallowed hard, sniffing back tears. “And if I do neither?”
“His soul will be trapped for eternity.” Raphael answered, getting to his feet. “You have until sunrise to decide what to do with Simon. Whatever you decide, I hope that you will be sure to arrest Camille for his murder.”
Izzy breathed in slowly. “We’re not interested.”
“No, we are. Izzy, let me think about this.” Clary insisted, looking over her shoulder at the other woman. “This is my best friend, he’s my responsibility. It’s because of me that he’s dead, it’s my choice.”
Izzy sighed in resignation, and nodded. She knew that she’d feel the exact same way if it were Alec, at the end of the day.
“Here’s my number,” Raphael handed Clary a business card, “let me know what you decide to do.”
The moment Clary nodded he was gone, only a soft breeze left behind where he’d sprinted away. Clary breathed out a shaky sigh, and looked back down to Simon’s face. What would he want?
“Clary, I have to go talk to my parents, but I can make an excuse if you need me here,” Izzy told her gently. She’d ignored the text for the past ten minutes, but now that Raphael was gone she didn’t feel as unable to leave Clary’s side.
“Go,” Clary said quietly, “I want some time alone with him anyway.”
Izzy squeezed her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her hair, before making her way up the stairs to the offices. Alec had texted her telling her that their parents wanted to discuss something with them. As if today could get any worse.
The three of them were already sitting in awkward silence when Izzy made it to the office. Alec was sitting on the couch, and their parents were stood together behind the desk. Izzy nodded in apology to the two of them before quickly taking a seat next to Alec.
“Now that everyone’s here,” Robert eyed Izzy warily, “we have some things to discuss. Isabelle, your mother told me what happened with Miss Fairchild.”
Izzy swallowed hard, reaching for Alec’s hand. He took it and squeezed it tightly. “I care about her.”
“That much is obvious,” Robert nodded, eyes on the desk in front of him. “But you have to understand the implications for the rest of us if you decide to pursue a relationship with her. If you do go ahead and choose to be with Miss Fairchild, then the four of us have to depend on Max to give us a political union. Now, that would mean-”
“Clary is from a pure shadowhunter family; why is she not a viable political match?” Izzy demanded, though she knew the answer.
“Because a viable political match is not viable if you cannot produce an heir.” Robert answered patiently. “Now, it is not the act of homosexuality that worries me, I’m not homophobic. I just-”
Alec and Izzy both snorted, glancing at each other out of the corners of their eyes.
“Listen to your father,” Maryse told them severely. “As I explained to Alec yesterday, the Clave will not accept couples that cannot produce children purely because we need the numbers to survive. Now, luckily for you and the rest of us, Alec has agreed to an arranged marriage.”
“You did what?!” Izzy exclaimed, ripping her hand out of Alec’s. “You promised me you wouldn’t promise them anything stupid!”
Alec grimaced. “Technically I didn’t.”
“Alec, you can’t. Are you fucking insane?!”
“This is Alec’s decision,” Robert pointed out, “and he made it for all of us. I for one am proud of his self-sacrifice in this matter. It won’t be easy for you, kid, I get that. I know you have a lot of anxiety about surgery, but I’m sure that you’ll be happier in the long run.”
Alec kept his head down, not willing to look any of them in the eye. He heard Izzy sniffle next to him, and his chest tightened.
“You’re going to force your son into dangerous surgery he doesn’t want, marry someone he doesn’t love, and you have the audacity to say that he’ll be happier for it? Fuck the fuck off, Dad.” Izzy stood up, her eyes teary but determined. “You disgust me. The both of you disgust me. You don’t know either of us, not really. You don’t give a shit whether we’re happy or not. You just want to cling onto power. That’s all that any of this is about. The only reason you ever accepted Alec was because it was good for the family image to have a firstborn son to carry on the family name, because that matters more than anyone’s wellbeing. Honestly, I would rather get deruned and kicked out of this fucking institute than watch Alec throw his life away on some prissy Idris society girl. I won’t fucking do it, I won’t!”
“I want to, Iz.” Alec said quietly. “I want to do this.”
Izzy deflated a little, looking down at her brother. “You don’t mean that.”
“All I ever wanted was to be normal.” Alec pressed his lips together. “I just want to run an institute. I want a career, and a family. I want those things. And I can have them. We’re going to find a warlock doctor to operate so the risks will be minimal, and… I promise, I’m okay with doing this for you, for all of us. It’s my duty. It’s my honour to fulfill it.” Alec reached for her hand. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I didn’t want to do it.”
Izzy’s lower lip wobbled. “But Magnus…”
“Who’s Magnus?” Maryse demanded, but the siblings ignored her.
“It never could have worked. It’s okay. I’m sure that I’ll get along great with whoever I end up marrying. We’ll have a solid relationship that isn’t all dramatic and romantic, it’ll work for me. So please, calm down. I’m fine.” Alec smiled weakly. “I need your support in this, Iz.”
Part of Izzy wanted to slap some sense into him, but the bigger part wanted to bury her face in his chest and cry and thank him for sacrificing his happiness for hers. She could never, ever repay him for what he was about to do for her; the least she could do was be there for him on the next steps of this fucked up journey he was taking. She took his face in her hands. “I love you so much, Alec. You know that, right?”
Alec nodded, his smile a little more genuine, and stood up to gave her a hug.
Maryse and Robert looked at each other, relieved that Alec had managed to talk their daughter round. “There is one more thing,” Robert told the two of them, which made them pull away from each other and sit back down on the couch. “The Clave is concerned that Miss Fairchild is corrupting the professionalism of our institute. After they heard about the display in the ops centre, they decided to send an envoy.”
“They’ll be coming to observe us, how we operate, and to take over the investigation into Valentine. Mostly they’re coming to scrutinise our leadership, so you two need to make sure not to do anything to cause the Clave to doubt us.” Maryse insisted.
Alec squeezed his eyes shut. Of course. As if the past few days hadn’t been shitty enough. Of course the Clave would send an envoy when they’ve got a vampire fledgling hidden in their morgue.
“When are they coming?” Alec asked tonelessly.
“Any time in the next couple of days,” Robert answered, straightening his tie. “Alec, I know I don’t have to remind you not to out yourself while they’re here. Only a few people in the Clave know about you, and the less people in Idris gossiping about you, the better your chance of finding a marriage.”
Izzy glared at their father as he walked out of the room, clamping her jaws shut so she wouldn’t yell again. Alec looked dead inside; he needed her attention more. “It’s gonna be okay, Alec. We’ll get through this.”
“Yeah,” Alec sighed heavily, standing up from the couch. “It can’t possibly get any worse, after all.”
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"Clary, please, please, answer the phone. I can't take it anymore, I have to go to Camille. Something's happening to me, I feel like I'm losing my mind. I need to know. Camille could have answers. I don't know what else to do. Please, please pick up the phone."
Clary sniffed back another round of tears as the message finished, and she looked back down at Simon's body. "I'm so sorry, Simon. This is all my fault. If I'd never gotten involved with the shadowhunters, you'd never have met Camille." She shook her head, rubbing her knuckles into her eyes. "I have to bring you back. I can't... I can't let you go, I need you. Your Mom needs you. I have to bring you back. You understand, right? This wasn't your time, it's not right. It's not fair."
She paused, like she was expecting someone to answer. There was no-one else in the room; Clary was sitting there alone, clutching Simon's cool hand. She took a shaky breath, and nodded to herself.
"Yeah, I'm gonna bring you back. I have to."
Izzy would have a lot to say about it, Clary knew, but she couldn't do anything else. She slipped Raphael's business card out of her pocket and sent him a message, telling him to meet her in the nearby cemetery at sundown, and to bring a shovel. He texted back mere moments later to tell her she had made the right decision.
She didn’t bother replying to Raphael, and instead called the one person she knew would stand by her side no matter what.
“Clary?” Luke answered on the second ring, as dependable as always. “Are you alright? Is there a problem with the Cup?”
Clary swallowed hard, trying not to let the pressure in her eyes build into tears again. “Luke, something terrible has happened. Simon’s… H-he’s dead. Simon’s dead!” She whimpered, pressing her hand to her mouth.
There was a shocked silence on the other end of the phone. “I’m so sorry, Clary.” Luke said, after a moment. “How did it happen?”
“Camille from the Hotel DuMort got him addicted to her blood. He went looking for a fix and she killed him. In cold blood.”
Luke let out a snarl that was definitely not human in origin. “There have been rumours about her for years. You want me to have the wolves bring her in?”
“I just… I need to talk to you about becoming a downworlder.” Clary said quietly, “you’re the only one I know who’s been through it.”
“You’re thinking of burying Simon and letting him turn?” Luke guessed. He sighed when Clary didn’t answer. “It’s hard. He could lose his family. But… If he has you… Then I think that he could do it. If it wasn’t for the friendship of your Mom, I never would have made it as a wolf. But thanks to her, I did okay.”
“You did more than okay, Luke,” Clary sniffled, smiling sadly. “You’re the alpha.”
Luke chuckled. “Thanks, kiddo.”
“So you think I should turn him?”
“I think that if you do turn him, it should be because it’s what Simon would want. Not what makes it easier for you.” Luke answered. “Uh, I have to go… The wolves are restless, I think there’s something encroaching on our territory… I’ll meet you later, alright?”
“Yeah, okay,” Clary said softly, before hanging up the phone.
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"Hey, Max, where do you think you're going?" Alec spotted Max skulking around the edge of the ops room, looking guilty.
Max turned to look at him, a sheepish look on his face. "I want to use a real weapon for training. I'm sick of those stupid wooden daggers, they're rubbish."
"When Izzy says you're ready, you can use real weapons, but until then you have to listen to what we tell you." Alec pointed out, squatting down so he was eye level with his brother. "I did the exact same thing as you when I was a kid, stole a weapon to practise with, and look..." Alec held up his hand, showing Max a faint scar on his palm.
"Did it hurt?" Max asked.
"Oh, yeah. A lot. Had to have stitches and everything." Alec told him, and Max grimaced, taking a small dagger out of his pocket and putting the hilt in Alec's hand. Alec smiled, and ruffled Max's hair.
They both looked up as they heard a portal forming in the doorway, and Alec's stomach dropped to his feet as Valentine sauntered out with a faint smile on his face. Shoving Max behind him, Alec unglamoured his bow and fired an arrow right at Valentine's face.
To Alec and Max's horror, Valentine caught it in midair effortlessly.
As Alec notched another one, Valentine pulled out his stele and slipped it across a glamour rune. Alec dropped his arms as the silhouette of Valentine obscured and was replaced by a severe-looking blonde woman, dressed in a practical gray business suit.
"I'm Lydia Branwell," she announced, "envoy from the Clave."
Alec and Max looked at each other, their eyebrows raised in matching expressions of shock. Lydia walked towards them and held out her hand towards Alec. "Yes, welcome to the New York Institute. We didn't expect you until tomorrow. That was… Quite the entrance."
"I wanted to test your reactions," Lydia answered, shaking Alec's hand. "You must be Alexander Lightwood."
"Yes, sorry, that's me. My parents are in the office, I can take you if you'd like."
“No need, I’m here,” Maryse spoke up, walking down the steps towards them. Izzy was hot on her heels, still looking emotionally drained from the events of the day.
“Maryse, the Clave has instructed me to take temporary control of this Institute, just until we can ascertain what exactly has gone wrong here.” Lydia explained placidly, and Alec swallowed hard, exchanging a worried look with Izzy.
“Well, how on Earth are you supposed to assess our leadership if we are no longer the leaders?” Maryse demanded, folding her arms.
Lydia made herself welcome, walking across the ops centre to look at the various screens showing demon activity and shadowhunter movements, pointing her stele at the monitors every now and then. “You can take any issues up with the Clave. I’m just here to assess what I see. And in order to do that, I’ll need full clearance.” She looked around, frowning as she noticed a very notable absence. “Where is Clarissa Fairchild? I was under the impression that Alexander had been tasked with monitoring her.”
Alec tilted his head to the side. “It’s Alec, and at present she’s in the field. Training with the rest of our interns. I was headed out to go and check on them when you arrived.”
Lydia scoffed, walking towards Alec slowly. “You’re telling me that you’ve allowed Clarissa Fairchild, Valentine’s daughter, out and about on the streets of New York?”
“Isn’t she also your cousin?” Izzy pointed out scathingly.
Lydia turned to look over her shoulder at the other woman. “Distant cousin,” she sneered. “Get her back here as soon as possible. She will not be allowed outside of the institute as long as I’m in command.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Maryse assured her, “Miss Fairchild is in good hands.”
“Oh, I hope so, for your sake.” Lydia replied coldly.
Alec’s phone buzzed in his back pocket, making him jump a little. Everyone who ever texted him was in the room, except Magnus. He fished his phone out of his pocket, surprised to see a message from Luke. His eyebrows creased as he read the message, and he jogged over to the monitor.
“Here’s something you should see,” he murmured, bringing up the satellite imaging over the docks. “Something has attacked the Jade Wolf, where the New York pack live. Luke Garroway and his wolves managed to take it down, but they have no idea what it is. Most likely it’s one of Valentine’s experiments.” Alec flicked the photos Luke had sent him from his phone to the screen in front of them. The humanoid was grey and bled green viscous fluid, and was very clearly dead.
“The werewolves’ headquarters? You’re in contact with Lucian Greymark?” Maryse looked utterly confused.
“It’s inappropriate for a wolf to have direct contact with a shadowhunter. Mr Greymark should have reported this to the Clave.” Lydia pointed out.
“And it would’ve taken the Clave a week to send someone,” Alec snapped. “It’s my job to protect the mundanes and downworlders of this city from demonic beings, and that’s what I’m going to do. Has the Clave got a problem with that, Miss Branwell?”
Lydia’s eyebrow quirked. “Downworlders are demonic beings.”
Alec laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, great, just what we need, another heavy handed racist running this place looking for another heavy handed racist.”
“Alec-” Maryse warned.
“No! I’m going to take a look at this thing. You can come with me or not, I don’t give a shit. I’m doing my job, and if the Clave and Little Miss Valentine here have a problem with it, you can kiss my fucking ass. See you.” Alec turned on his heel, leaving Izzy, Maryse and Lydia staring after him in disbelief.
After a moment, Lydia trotted after him, catching up with him at the door. “I’m not a racist, you know.”
Alec said nothing, just looked up at the sky as he slowed his pace to allow Lydia to walk beside him without jogging.
“I admire your values but you have to follow protocol, that’s what got you in trouble with the Clave.” Lydia pointed out.
“Yeah, that’s why the Clave hates me. Because of my passion and unorthodox methods.” Alec muttered sarcastically.
Lydia frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Alec’s eyebrow quirked. “You really don’t know?”
“Oh, you mean because your parents used to be in the Circle?” Lydia asked grimly. “I’m sure they don’t judge you based on-”
“Wait.” Alec stopped in his tracks. “My parents used to be in the Circle?!”
Lydia’s eyes widened, and she looked at Alec apologetically. “Did they conceal that from you?”
“I… They were in the Circle?” Alec had always known that his parents had a certain level of disdain for downworlders, but he didn’t think it was any worse than any other shadowhunter family… Apparently he was wrong.
“Yes, but they turned against Valentine before he fell. They were double agents at the end of the uprising, so they were spared of punishment.” Lydia explained, “they were… I suppose you could argue that they also helped bring Valentine down.”
It all made sense now, Alec realised. The pressure, the way that Maryse and Robert had sought to make sure that all three of their children kept their noses squeaky clean, why they were so keen to make Alec into the perfect heir… They wanted redemption. They wanted Alec to make people forget their dark past.
They were using him to cover up their mistakes.
“It doesn’t change how I feel about the Lightwoods,” Lydia insisted, taking his elbow. Alec pulled it out of her grasp, his nose wrinkling a little. “Your family has always had a strong alliance with mine. They’ve been a powerful force in the shadow world, and praised for their devotion. I admire that.”
“Devotion?” Alec laughed. “Some devotion.” The two of them stared at each other for a moment, and Alec glowered, looking away with a cough. “It shouldn’t have surprised me. It figures, really.”
“Anyway,” Lydia murmured as Alec started walking off again, grappling for a change in subject, “ I can see why all the girls in Idris are clamouring to meet you. You’re very… Tall. And brooding. I’m told that’s what girls are supposed to like.”
“And you don’t?” Alec asked, eyes flicking around the shipping containers as they passed into the docks. For all they knew, another one of those monsters could still be lurking around.
Lydia shrugged. “I’ve already had my love story. And I hear yours is just beginning…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alec had honestly never been so uncomfortable in his life.
“You’re looking for a wife. Or did I hear wrong?”
Shit.
“Uhhhhh…”
Lydia smiled, tangling her fingers together behind her back. “Let me guess. Not your idea?”
“Not even close,” Alec snorted.
“My parents tried to set me up too. Luckily I actually loved the guy they chose.” She explained. “But… He passed away last year. We were going to run the Lisbon Institute together, but then it was all ripped away. My love… My dream job...”
“I’m sorry,” Alec answered, the silence between them growing heavy. “Is the marriage thing the only rumour about me in Idris?” He pressed tentatively, watching his feet as they walked along.
“It’s the only one I’ve heard. Why?”
Alec pursed his lips, glancing over at her. “You sure you want to know?”
Lydia shrugged, though curiosity was evident in the way her eyes were darting to his face and away, over and over again. “I’m not here to judge you personally, just your leadership skills.”
“We’ll see,” Alec muttered, stopping and folding his arms. “I’m transgender. I don’t have a dick. I have boobs. I’m,” he raised his fingers in quotation marks, “not a real man.”
“Oh…” Lydia looked puzzled, her eyes sweeping down and back up Alec’s body. “I see.”
“My parents are pressuring me into surgery and marriage so I can be a useful heir,” Alec looked away from her, the confusion on her face making him anxious. “They don’t want to tell my future wife about it. It feels like lying. Well, it is lying, by omission. But then no-one would want me like this, so… What can you do?”
“That’s not true,” Lydia said quietly. Alec looked back at her, raising his eyebrow. “It wouldn’t bother me. And… Not every shadowhunter woman is particularly bothered about having children, so… You never know.”
Alec frowned. “Why are you trying to spare my feelings?”
“I know I made a bad first impression but I’m really quite liberal,” Lydia sniffed, shrugging a little as she started walking once more. “I figure what people do in private is none of my business. You’re a good shadowhunter, devoted to your family, and… You look like a man to me. So… What’s the difference?”
Alec watched her for a moment, rooted to the ground with a nauseating mixture of shock and unease. After a moment of inexplicable fear, he remembered himself, and rushed after her into the Jade Wolf. Luke was looking at Lydia with open distrust, but he relaxed a little as he saw Alec come through the door. Lydia was already bent over the creature on the floor, apparently having ignored the werewolves hovering uneasily in their own space.
“Hi, Luke. We came as quickly as we could.” Alec shook the alpha’s hand, nodding briefly to him before joining Lydia at the creature’s side.
“Honestly I didn’t expect you until tomorrow. Thanks for coming, Alec.” Luke answered. “It looks like a forsaken, but-”
“It definitely used to be a human, and it has runes. It’s a forsaken.” Lydia assessed, and Luke gave Alec a meaningful look.
“As I was saying, it was a lot stronger than your average forsaken. It took five wolves to take that thing down. And it seemed to be after something, it seemed focussed, like it had a plan. Why would a forsaken wander in here by itself? Not like it fancied some Moo Shu… This is Valentine’s work, no doubt. I think he’s after me. I used to be his parabatai, until he literally fed me to the wolves. Would make sense for him to want to get rid of me now that he’s gaining power again.”
Lydia hummed, not looking up at Luke as he spoke. “We’ll take the body back to the institute, do a full autopsy.”
“Hold up.” Luke put his hand out, and Lydia finally raised her eyes to look at him, “I get that I called you… Well, I called Alec… But what I didn’t want is someone to come down here and just take over. I’m trying to catch Valentine, this body could help the pack find him.”
“Coming in and taking over is kind of Lydia’s thing,” Alec told him, the two men quirking eyebrows meaningfully at each other as Lydia’s gaze swept over the body on the floor.
“I know I come across as abrasive!” Lydia said crisply, “but we all want to catch Valentine, and we have better resources than you do here in this… Restaurant. We’re all on the same side, here.” She made eye contact with Luke for the first time since she walked in. “Can we agree on that?”
Alec nodded at Luke. “We have an expert forensic pathologist, highly trained in all the creatures of the shadow world. We’ll tell you what we find.”
“If it doesn’t compromise the security of the Institute,” Lydia amended quickly, and Alec sighed.
Luke pursed his lips. “Fine. You win.”
Back at the institute, Alec and Lydia heaved the forsaken corpse onto the examiner’s table. Lydia bent over it, looked at it more closely. “We need to make sure magic wasn’t used to create this,” she told Alec, “are you on good terms with the nearest High Warlock, as you are with the werewolf alpha?”
Alec pursed his lips. “I know a High Warlock. I’m not sure if he’s the closest one, but he maintains our wards and has helped us in our efforts to bring down Valentine. He’s trustworthy.”
“As trustworthy as warlocks ever are,” Lydia sighed, straightening up. “Go on, who is he?”
“Mag-” Alec swallowed hard. He sensed it was a bad idea to bring Magnus here, with Lydia overseeing everything, but Magnus really was the best warlock Alec knew of who’d come on short notice. “Magnus Bane.”
Lydia hummed, a smile appearing on her face. “You know, I must admit, I admire Bane’s work. My ancestor was there when Bane created the portal. It’s a treasured family story.”
“Oh. Wow, I had no idea Magnus created the portal.”
“You’re on first name terms? So you know him well, then?” Lydia asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.
“Yes, yes, sort of… Magnus is very, um… Quite magical.” A beat of silence passed between them, and Alec glanced at Lydia’s expression, feeling his cheeks heat. “You know, he’s very good… At magic. Very impressive.”
“So I’ve heard…” Lydia said slowly, her eyes slightly narrow as she looked Alec up and down, like she had when he told her that he was transgender. “Anyway… Send him a fire message. While I’m sure your sister is a very capable pathologist, I imagine Mr Bane will be able to see things that she won’t.”
Alec nodded, grateful for the excuse to get the hell out of there.
He needed to work some shit out, preferably on a punching bag.
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Magnus was disappointed when he portalled to the institute and Alec wasn’t there to greet him. He’d been hoping, since the fire message bore Alec’s signature, that it was Alec who wanted to see him, but instead a short, slightly evil-looking blonde person advanced on him with their hand stuck out. Magnus almost leapt straight back into his portal and went home.
“I’m Lydia Branwell, envoy from the Clave,” they told him, and Magnus quirked an eyebrow at her, tentatively taking her hand. “We have a corpse for you to look at.”
“Right…” Magnus said slowly, the name Branwell ringing a bell, but then most shadowhunter family names did. “I assume I’m going to be paid for my expertise?”
He was not doing this for free unless Alexander was involved.
“Of course, of course!” Lydia insisted, “the Clave would never take your services for granted, Mr Bane.”
Magnus fought the urge to scoff. “Of course not,” he answered smoothly, allowing Lydia to lead the way to the autopsy room.
“I just wanted to say, your work on the portal was incredible, it changed the shadow world forever. My ancestor was actually there when you-”
“Oh, yes. Cecil Branwell. Yes… That’s why your name is familiar...” Magnus nodded, “if I recall, he attempted to take credit for it,” he mused, “and only agreed to put my name in the history books because I threatened to curse his firstborn…”
He smirked at the look of horror on Lydia’s face.
“I’m joking, Miss Branwell. I never threatened to curse his firstborn.” He assured her, and she laughed nervously.
“I was going to say…”
“I actually just threatened to expose his admittedly impressive collection of werewolf porn.” Magnus hummed, leaving Lydia standing shocked outside the laboratory as he glided inside.
He was happy to see Isabelle standing there all dressed up in her lab clothes, but he couldn’t help the pang of sadness that Alec was nowhere to be seen.
“Magnus!” Izzy smiled, a scalpel already in her hand, “looking sharp, as always.”
“I could say the same to you, my dear,” Magnus smiled, rolling up his sleeves. “Now what do we have here?”
Izzy frowned, looking back down at the forsaken. “I’m not one hundred percent sure, but it’s some form of forsaken. Someone did something extra to it, but I can’t figure out what. Think you can help?”
“I can certainly try,” Magnus nodded. The corpse certainly looked like a forsaken at first glance, and Magnus hummed as he waved his hands over it, assessing it with magical probes.
“I waited until you came before I cut anything up,” Izzy told him, “I didn’t know if it would affect your assessment. I can’t wait to get my hands on that thing.”
Magnus smirked, “speaking of which, how is Alexander?”
Izzy snorted, and elbowed him gently in the ribs. “He’s… Honourable to the point of stupidity. You know what he’s like.”
“That sounds about right,” Magnus nodded. “He hasn’t been answering my texts.”
“He’s had a lot on his mind…” Izzy answered diplomatically, not wanting Magnus to hear Alec’s surgery news from her.
“It’s just so hard to tell if Alexander’s even interested.” Magnus sighed, “I mean… I can’t fathom why he wouldn’t be…”
“I don’t know if you noticed, but my brother is not exactly warm and fuzzy,” Izzy pointed out, “just give him time. He’ll come through, I’m sure of it. There’s just too much going on in his head right now. Maybe… You should go and find him, when we’re done here.”
Magnus finished up his magic, and grabbed a pen from the counter. “I’m done. Work your own magic,” he smiled. “But yes, I was planning to. I haven’t seen him since he practically ran out of the loft the other day. He seemed stressed.”
“Stress is his middle name these days. Alexander Stress Lightwood.”
“Then perhaps a few dozen well-worded compliments from me would lift his mood.” Magnus reasoned, and Izzy smiled over her shoulder at him as he wrote his notes.
“I know they would.” She looked back at where she was cutting into the forsaken’s rib cage. “Don’t give up on him, Magnus. He’s a knucklehead, but I think that he could make you really happy, you know? He has a big heart.”
Magnus’ eyes warmed where they were fixed on the page before him. “Oh, don’t worry, Isabelle. I’m no quitter. Speaking of which… I’m going to deliver the preliminary findings to the rightful head of this institute. Any ideas where I might find him?”
“He said he needed to punch something, so try his bedroom. He doesn’t like to work out in the training room.” Izzy told Magnus, apparently distracted by something interesting in the body. Magnus hummed, and made his way out of the laboratory. Thankfully, Miss Branwell had disappeared.
It was easy to find Alec’s room; a simple spell to sense the auras of people in the building and Magnus could feel Alec’s energy, vibrating with… Conflict? Unease? Whatever it was, it wasn’t good, and it made Magnus quicken his steps ever so slightly. He could rhythmic dull bangs coming from behind the closed door of Alec’s quarters, and knocked three times, his report tucked under his arm. The bangs stopped, and Alec called for him to come in.
Evidently he didn’t expect Magnus to be the one looking for him, and he yelped loudly when he caught sight of the other man, wrenching his arms across his body. “Magnus! What are you..?!”
Magnus was frozen for a moment, eyes going wide at the sight of Alec glistening with sweat, wearing baggy workout trousers and a white sports bra translucent with perspiration, his bare arms pumped from the punchbag, his abs framing a delicious-looking happy trail that slipped down...
Remembering himself, he spun around so his back was to Alec, and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be… So hot. I mean… Sweaty. I mean… Working out.”
Smooth.
“I should be wearing a shirt, it’s my fault, I’m… Not decent.” Alec muttered, grabbing for a t-shirt and yanking it over his head.
“There’s nothing indecent about you, Alexander,” Magnus insisted, still facing the wall.
Alec smiled a little at that, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. “You can turn around now.”
“For the record,” Magnus said sheepishly as he turned around, “you’re seriously, seriously lovely to look at. I’d even go so far as to use the word dreamy.”
“Did you come here just to compliment me?” Alec teased, unwrapping the boxing tape from his hands.
Magnus grinned. “Well, yes. But also to deliver this report on the preliminary autopsy findings to the head of the institute. I’m always the absolute height of professionalism.”
“Oh, of course,” Alec snorted, looking at the folder in Magnus’ hands, “but I’m not the head of the institute. And I never will be.”
Magnus’ eyes trailed down to Alec’s arms again, watching as a bead of sweat slipped down the inside of his bicep.
“Magnus, it’s like…” Alec sighed, and Magnus looked back up at his face. “It’s like my whole life has been a lie. Everything I’ve ever known about my family, about my heritage, about my duty, it’s… Gone. Just like that. And now I don’t know what to do. Who am I supposed to be pleasing?”
Magnus frowned. “Alexander, you’re supposed to be pleasing yourself. No-one can live your life for you.”
“I’ve done everything for my parents, for the Clave, to honour them. And… They’ve let me down, Magnus. Again and again. I’ve done everything that they’ve asked.”
“Maybe…” Magnus smiled gently at the younger man, “maybe you should start living for yourself. Do what’s in your heart.”
Alec sighed, running his hand through his sweaty hair. “You know… You’re right. Why are you always right? It’s annoying.”
Magnus smirked, patting Alec’s shoulder. Damn, that was muscled, he thought, inhaling sharply, “comes with 400 years of life experience.”
Alec chuckled, and folded his arms. He wanted to say something more, something… He felt like he knew what he had to do, and he knew that Magnus wasn’t going to like it, but right now he wasn’t confident enough in his decision to explain himself to the other man, so he just kept quiet, enjoying the soft look on Magnus’ face.
“I should go,” Magnus announced, “people might talk if America’s sluttiest warlock hangs around in Alexander Lightwood’s bedroom for too long…”
“Don’t say that about yourself,” Alec replied, eyes fond, and Magnus shrugged.
“I own my sluttiness. I’m never going to apologise for enjoying sex,” he insisted, “besides, it’s fun to mess with shadowhunters’ fragile sensibilities. You should’ve seen the look on Miss Branwell’s face when I told her that her ancestor was a racist prick.”
Alec grinned. “Man, I wish I’d been there to see that.”
“It was poetic, really.”
Alec bit his lip, taking the report from Magnus’ hands. “Thanks for stopping by, Magnus. You always know what to say. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime you need to talk, Alec. I’m here. You know that.” Magnus nodded, letting himself out of the room.
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Clary felt sick watching Luke carry Simon through the graveyard. Simon was like a son to Luke, and Clary knew that no-one would understand Simon’s struggle when he rose like Luke would. While Clary was confident that Simon would want this, that he wouldn��t want to be ripped away from his family and friends like that, she still felt a sense of dread at having to explain to him exactly how he’d been brought back to life, and the consequences of her decision.
“You’re doing the right thing,” Raphael told her as they approached him. “Not only will Simon get another chance at life, he’ll help us to imprison a very dangerous vampire.”
“Save your political agenda, vampire,” Luke spat, putting Simon gently down on the ground and taking the shovel from Clary, “Simon deserves more respect than that.”
Clary nodded, running her thumb over Simon’s prayer shawl. “He deserves forever. And we’re going to give it to him.”
Luke straightened up as he heard a vibration in the air, and Raphael rushed to Simon’s side as Camille stopped a few dozen feet away from them. Clary pulled out her angel blade with her free hand, glowering at the woman who’d murdered Simon. Camille didn’t look half as dangerous as she actually was; she was slight, skinny even, with impractical stiletto shoes and a slinky red cocktail dress. The only thing that made her different to any rich bitch living in SoHo was the pair of gleaming white fangs brushing her lower lip.
“What do you want?” Clary demanded.
Camille sneered at Simon’s body. “I want my property back.”
“Your property?!” Clary snarled, rage broiling inside her and pushing her to walk purposefully towards Camille, angel blade outstretched. “He was a living, breathing human being and you took him from me.”
“If you’ll just hand him over, I’ll be on my way.” Camille sighed, barely sparing Clary or her weapon a glance. Luke hurried to hold Clary back, tugging her back towards Simon.
“Let me at her, Luke, I swear to God, I’m going to rip her hair out,” Clary growled, struggling against Luke’s iron grip.
“She will snap your neck before you could get close.” Luke insisted.
“You’re not laying a hand on him.” Raphael told Camille, “he’s going to make sure that the Clave puts you away for good.”
Camille pursed her lips. “Fine. I tried to do this the nice way.”
With a snap of her fingers, dozens of vampires appeared out of the shadows, surrounding them on all sides. Clary sniffed and raised her chin, unphased. If she was going to be ripped apart by vampires, so be it. She’d rather that than leave Simon’s body to be dumped somewhere where it would never be found.
“I’m glad you brought everyone here to witness your demise,” Raphael taunted, “Camille killed this mundane. She brought the shadowhunters to our door. She’s been breaking the Accords for too long, now. She will lead us to ruin. We can get rid of her. I have all the proof I need, right here.”
Camille laughed, though her eyes betrayed a hint of fear. “Are you trying to overthrow me?”
“If you kill Luke and I to get to Simon, the shadowhunters and the wolves will destroy you.” Clary pointed out to the assembled vampires, which made a few of them look at each other with uncertain expressions. “You will be obliterated by the Clave, if you aren’t ripped apart by Luke’s pack first.”
The vampires all moved at once, Raphael included, and closed in on Camille.
“Don’t listen to them! Raphael doesn’t know the first thing about leading; he’s a child. And as for the shadowhunter and her little lapdog…”
“You will destroy us in pursuit of your own selfish desires,” Raphael growled.
“We can fix this! If we just get rid of the body, this mundane means nothing!” Camille insisted.
Clary clenched her jaw, moving so quickly that Luke didn’t have time to grab her before she was standing in front of Camille. “Simon means nothing? Over my dead body.” Her fist sailed through the air and landed with a satisfying crunch on Camille’s nose, sending her reeling back into the crowd of vampires. Apparently, that show of strength from Clary was enough for them, and they surrounded Camille with a loud hissing sound, restraining her and dragging her back to Hotel DuMort as a team.
Raphael stayed behind, much to Clary’s surprise. He picked up one of the shovels and helped Luke dig Simon’s grave. While they worked, Clary knelt down next to Simon and put his prayer shawl on his chest.
“When your grandfather gave you this at your bar mitzvah, you told me how much it meant to you. It was the symbol of the day you became a man. Simon…” She wiped her nose in her sleeve, feeling the tears pooling in her eyes again. “No matter what happens, no matter what you are or what you become, you will always be that man to me.”
She held Simon’s hand until Raphael and Luke were done, and as Raphael lowered Simon’s body into the ground, Clary clung to Luke, burying her face in his chest.
“He’ll be alright, kiddo. He’s got us. He’ll always have us.” Luke soothed, stroking her hair. “Come on, we need to cover him over before dawn.”
Clary nodded, sniffing back her tears, and grabbed one of the shovels.
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Once Alec had showered, he put on his binder and his lucky denim shirt (Magnus had seemed to like it the first night they met, so Alec figured it made him look good), and headed to the office, where he knew Lydia would still be working. He had to give her Magnus’ report before Izzy’s came in. She seemed somewhat surprised to see him, but gestured to the chair opposite her.
“I have Magnus Bane’s findings. He found no trace of magic being used to create the forsaken. Izzy’s still working on it in the lab, I believe she’s waiting for blood test results.” He told her, handing her the report. He chose to stay standing, tangling his hands together behind his back as Lydia flicked through Magnus’ report.
“Seems strange that Mr Bane would deliver it to you rather than me...Though I’m not surprised, he took an instant dislike to me, this afternoon.” Lydia commented, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
Alec raised his eyebrows, shrugging a little. He’d never seen Magnus be unfriendly, so he could only assume Lydia had put her foot in her mouth somehow. “I also wanted to talk to you about a… Proposition.”
Lydia put aside the file. “A proposition?”
“Yes,” Alec answered, taking a deep breath as he thought of where to begin. “I feel that our problems are compatible. You need a husband in order to fulfil your dream of running an institute, and I need a strong political partner in order to restore my family’s authority in Idris. If we… Became allies, we could run this institute the way we saw fit. You could make sure that the Clave are happy, and I could get shit done. I know we have slightly different ideas, but we could iron out those differences.”
“Alec… Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Lydia asked, tilting her head to the side.
Alec nodded. “What do you think?”
“You want to marry me?”
Alec couldn’t stop his nose from wrinkling. “I want an ally. I want to be clear. This would not be a romantic or sexual… Thing. This is purely business. I have no interest in women, and I know you said you’ve done the love thing already, so… We’d just be… Allies. Partners.”
Lydia thought about it for less than a second. “Understood. I think we could make it work.”
“So…?”
Lydia smiled. “I guess we’re getting married.”
Alec blew out a long breath. “Right. My parents will be so proud.”
“I feel we should keep it to ourselves until I okay this with the Clave. Of course, you’ll have to have all the surgery before the wedding, so you’ll… You know… Be the husband.”
Alec’s eye twitched, though he didn’t respond. Lydia got up from her desk and took his hands in hers.
“Alec, I promise you, I will do my best to be a good wife.”
“Right…” Alec swallowed hard, realising he’d made a terrible, terrible mistake. “Anyway, see you… Around.”
He got the hell out of there before he could do something stupid like cry or vomit.
“Hey, Alec…” Hodge caught him in the hallway, stopping him with a hand in the crook of his elbow.. “You alright?”
Alec sniffed hard, looking at the wall. “Yeah, just… Need some air.”
“You want to spar with me? I’m getting bored using those dummies.” He offered, eyes darting over Alec’s face, trying to assess what exactly the younger man was feeling.
Alec sighed. If he went back to his room, he might do something stupid like call Magnus. He needed to keep busy, keep his mind off the fact that he’d just ruined any chance at happiness he had in one fell swoop. “Sure,” he answered after a moment’s pause. He met Hodge’s eyes, and it struck him that he felt absolutely no attraction to him whatsoever anymore. For a long time, Alec had felt vaguely uncomfortable around the weapons master, getting a little hot in the face when Hodge touched him casually, struggling to hold eye contact just in case Hodge saw the barest hint of affection in them. Now, though, the only man Alec could see himself holding was Magnus. Perhaps he’d never really been interested in Hodge; perhaps he’d simply been curious as to what it would be like to be admired by a man.
It was wonderful, he’d learned.
It was just a shame that nothing could ever come of it.
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At the cemetery, Luke, Raphael and Clary sat in silence next to Simon’s grave. Clary was deep in thought, lost in all the memories that she’d shared with Simon, praying that she’d get to make more in the future. Simon was her oldest and most loyal friend, the one that had protected her all their lives, and who she’d failed to protect. If Simon came back, she promise herself, she would never put Valentine and the shadowhunters before him, not ever again.
“You know what my favourite memory is, of you and Simon?” Luke asked, staring up at the moon. It was two days from full, and he could feel it under his skin.
Clary hummed a questioning tone.
Luke smiled, shaking his head a little. “It’s that time when you were… Oh, maybe twelve? And you came barrelling into the apartment, terrified because you realised halfway home that Simon had forgotten to pay for his bottle of soda. He genuinely thought he was going to jail, and you were determined to come clean to me so I could protect you. I remember looking into Simon’s face, and his glasses were two sizes too big for him, and he looked like he wanted to vomit from pure guilt and fear.” Luke chuckled, shaking his head. “And when I told you it was no big deal, you both immediately started insisting that stealing was wrong, and that Simon had to pay for what he’d done. Neither of you would calm down until me and your Mom promised to take you back to the shop to give them some money.”
“And Simon gave the shop-keeper his whole $5 allowance.” Clary said quietly, tears welling hot in her eyes.
“Yeah,” Luke sighed. “I’ve never known a boy so patient, so loving, and so good. You know, before you came out, I thought for sure someday you and Simon would be together. I remember thinking when you went to homecoming together in your first year of high school, that Simon was the only boy I’d ever trust with my little girl.”
Clary smiled, and reached over to squeeze Luke’s hand. “He’s the best.”
“Yeah. His strength is easy to underestimate, Clary, but it’s there. He’s like steel.” Luke insisted, scooting closer to her. “You know where that strength comes from?”
“His determination?”
“His love. His love for us, our love for him, his mom’s love… That’s what’s going to bring him out of that hole.” Luke told her. “The shadowhunters, the Lightwoods and the others, they’re going to try to convince you that emotions complicate life. That they make life harder. And that might be true, I don’t know. But love is what our family is made of, and it’s why we’ve survived all these years with Valentine breathing down our necks. You can’t let go of that love, okay?”
Clary nodded, laying her head on Luke’s shoulder. “I promise I won’t let them change me.”
“Good,” Luke grumbled, kissing the top of her head.
The two of them stiffened as they felt a faint trembling under their feet, and Raphael moved quickly, grabbing the blood bags he’d brought with him as Simon’s hand burst through the soil. Luke and Clary got to their feet, Luke dragging Clary back a few feet.
“He’s going to be hungry,” Luke explained as she gave him a defensive look. “Let Raphael at him first.”
It took only a few seconds for Simon to climb out of the ground, his new strength helping him shove the loose earth aside. An inhuman hissing sound burst from his lips as he raised his head to look at them, and Raphael snapped the seal off a bag and threw it to him.Simon snatched it up, draining it in three long gulps. Clary watched with horror as her best friend greedily drank his way through four bags of blood, Luke holding her back with a hand on her shoulder.
“Drink up,” Raphael soothed, tossing the fifth bag. Simon drank it a lot more slowly, looking around curiously once it was empty.
“Clary,” Simon said, eyes wide. “What-What’s happening?”
Clary glanced at Luke, who let her go, and she took a couple of steps towards Simon. “You um,” Clary said quietly, “you died.”
“What? No, I… I’m not dead, though.” Simon pointed out, the words a little slurred around the fangs that had grown during his transformation. “What was I drinking? I-it… Is that blood?!” He yelped, scrambling away from the empty bags. “Oh my g-” He choked.
“You can’t say it right now,” Raphael told him, “but you’ll learn. There’s a lot you’ll need to learn. But your clan are here for you. As are your family.”
“Yeah, we’re here for you, Simon. All of us,” Luke insisted.
Simon sobbed dryly, trying over and over to say ‘oh my god’, like that could prove somehow that all of this was a bad dream. Eventually, he pounded the earth with his fists, and looked up at the three people watching him.
“Am I a vampire?” Simon asked, eyes shining with tears.
Clary whimpered, and nodded.
“Clary, tell me this isn’t real, tell me this is a joke, this can’t be happening!” Simon begged, digging his fingers into his own grave.
“I’m sorry, Simon, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Clary cried, stepping closer to him.
Simon squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m a monster.”
“That’s not true,” Luke said gently. “You’re still the same. I promise.”
“You’re the same Simon I’ve known my entire life,” Clary nodded, “the same guy who loves sci-fi, who can recite every line from every Nicolas Cage movie… Who… Who… Once felt so guilty for accidentally stealing a bottle of soda that you paid the clerk back five times over. You’re still the same.”
Simon shook his head. “No, no, I’m not, I’m not. Look at me!” His fingers were molded around his fangs, whimpering at the feel of them, intrusive in his mouth. “Look at me…”
Clary lunged forward, falling to her knees in front of him. “Simon, I will always love you. No matter what.”
“No. No. Please…” Simon fell backwards, stumbling to his feet. “Stay away from me! Stay away…”
With a stiff breeze, Simon disappeared into the night.
“I’ll look after him,” Raphael promised, nodding at Clary before taking off after the young fledgling.
“What did I do?” Clary breathed, pressing her hands into the blood-wet dirt of Simon’s grave as Luke knelt down next to her. “What did I do?”
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Izzy tapped her pen against the desk, her narrowed eyes staring at the computer screen in front of her. Sighing, she stood and made her way over to the microscope, checking for the fourth time. It was definitely angel blood in the forsaken’s system.
“Why would you have angel blood?” She asked the corpse, looking over her shoulder.
What was the point of injecting angel blood into a human? Was Valentine trying to make a shadowhunter? He’d know that wouldn’t work, he was a scientist, he’d have at least that basic knowledge. So what could angel blood do that demon blood couldn’t?
Izzy’s eyes went wide as she put the pieces together. Demon blood couldn’t get through the wards of the institute, but angel blood could. The other forsaken had gone after Luke, Valentine’s old parabatai. So there could be a second forsaken going after Hodge, Valentine’s second in command… And it would need angel blood to get through the wards!
Before she could even finish the train of thought, Izzy had run out of the laboratory, yelling at people to get out of her way as she desperately sprinted through the corridors. Hodge would be in the training room, she guessed, working.
As she rounded the corner, what she saw chilled her blood.
Alec was on the floor, not moving, as Hodge fought the second forsaken with a couple of knives. Just as Izzy grabbed for a sword of her own, Hodge got the upper hand, and broke the forsaken’s neck with an unmistakable crunch. Dropping the sword, Izzy ran to her brother’s side.
“Alec? Alec, are you okay?” She asked, relieved to see that his eyes were already open.
“Yeah, I think so,” Alec croaked, hissing in pain as he sat up. “He clipped me on the head, but I think my arm’s worse.”
Sure enough, there was blood seeping through his shirt where the forsaken’s mace had pierced Alec’s shoulder. He clutched at the wound, his jaw clenching at the wave of pain that wracked his body.
“It came out of nowhere,” Hodge panted, “how did it get through the wards?”
“It had angel blood,” Izzy told them. “Valentine found a loophole. He sent the forsaken to kill off people who’d betrayed him. I think its mission was to kill you.”
Hodge and Alec looked at each other, wondering if Hodge was the only target, or whether Maryse and Robert were also on Valentine’s hit list.
Only time would tell.
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Might as well christen this place where I can overthink some rasslin’. Good a night as any for it. Gonna be taking notes as I go through Raw, and will publish under a readmore when done. Really long, mostly just steam of conscious. Might do a summarized thoughts later. But probably not. Summaries are my mortal enemies.
!!! Dean vs Joe! That should be a fun match! Love Joe, love Dean, and their styles should clash pretty well. Also, I love Joe’s theme. And Joe talking. He’s so damn good on the mike. He’s got a wonderful cadence, and he’s like, the perfectly articulate heel. So good.
I like the Roman drinks orange juice after he brushes his teeth sign. It’s good. I mean, it’s hella gross, but I like those kind of signs. Good stuff.
The Roman chant is interesting. I haven’t really heard a crowd chant for a face in a while. Although I think it’s still arguable whether or not Roman is a face. Still. Good to have a crowd chanting for one. Part of the problem, I find, with today’s rassling, nobody chants for the faces to come out and fix problems, because there is no real Top Face that, you know, does face things.
Congrats to the dude who’s wife bough him tickets.
Yeah, no duh it’s a trap, why’d Ro go out there on his own, that’s silly. Clearly Joe and Sheazaro made some kind of alliance last week, come on boys. Also of course look at the fight in Dean, he’s always been the one in the Shield that gets the shit kicked out of him the worst, he’s a pain magnet, that’s part of why we love him so much.
Was feeling pretty happy from that promo about Bliss and Banks fighting the first women’s match over in Abu Dhabi, but then they cut to the ring and I see a sign saying that the Browns will be the Superbowl Champs and I’ve been laughing ever since fuck me, keep living the dream my friend, keep living that dream.
Seriously tho, I’ve loved Mickey James for forever, what a legend, what an underrated gem, I hate that she’s being wasted right now.
So... I didn’t watch Tough Enough since like... idk, the third “season”, I guess you could say, and I never watch Total Divas, but... maybe I’m totally wrong, but Mandy Rose feels a lot like- just from ring attire and attitude-, a golden version of Eva Marie? And I’m not particularly interested in that. Like watching Paige wrestle, I’ve enjoyed Sonya from what I’ve seen from her on Main and on NXT- always down for some female Bruisers, y’know?- but Mandy just seems... Idk. Been there, done that, seen that character a hundred times. Unless she’s going to pull a Marlena with a... Velveteen Dream? He’s the only openly sensual sort of rassler in the WWE right now that could follow that old spirit of Goldust- and he definitely doesn’t need a handler of any kind, to be honest. But like, outside of that? Don’t care. Got the feeling she’s going to be the weak link/first one to betray Paige’s lil group.
...Omg. Matt. Matt, babe. God, I wanted him to break so bad, but I just... I mean, I’m laughing, but I don’t really see this turning out well for either him or Bray? It could be good, if treated carefully, but I just don’t trust anyone on creative to do Bray right anymore. Which is a fucking shame, because he makes a fantastic cult leader, he was so charasmatic and scary and then they took away his fucking cult and just what is even the point? Like even the fact that he never wins anything, I could mostly ignore or more not really care if even after a loss he was still like this looming, evil shadow ready to consume any and all that come in his path but- Look, point I’m trying to make here is that Bray is actually supposed to be a serious character, even if they don’t make him a properly scary character anymore, and putting him up against a comedy act- and Br/Woken Matt is a comedy act, a fantastic satire, simply the best, I love him.... I don’t know. Maybe if I knew that Matt and Bray were actually coming up with their storyline. That’d be cool, but... I’ll try to be optimistic, but it’ll be hard.
...The breaking the Woken, ehehehe, fuck you Impact.
Fuck my life it looks like someone is cutting their own youtube backstage promo against clips from Bray, I’m laughing and crying and- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW ABIGAIL AND YOU GUYS HUNG OUT IN BABYLON I MEAN BABY-LAWN? Nevermind youtube promos, this is like two kids on the playground playing imaginairy war and Bray just pulled out what he thought was his trump card and Matt’s all flip turning it upside down and now Bray’ll cry to the nearest adult that Matt’s not playing the game right, he’s not allowed to change Abigail’s backstory.
God, Bray, no, don’t make me choose, I love you both- broken warriors??? Wyatt swarm???? Could we have a whole battle royal sort of thing???????? Because I’m down, I’m so down- Stop making me laugh at your laughing you fucking dweebs I’m crying, I’m actually literally crying.
Booker looks so done with everything, poor Book.
Oh. Ohhhhh, okay, here we go, Cruiser Weights now, what are they going to- oh no, not this thing with Nia, I’m just. I love Nia. I don’t hate Enzo, but there’s no reason for- DREW! oh, they acknowledged Swann. Real quick, there we go.
...Drew’s lil’ elbow. His oooohing. HE’S WILLING TO FIGHT NIA! I LOVE THIS MAN.
What do you mean Finn’s fighting Curtis? But his neck is like, super broken guys? No, really, come on, this isn’t fair, poor Axel. I love that guy. SHut the hell up Cole, he SO needs that neck brace, he got beat the heck up by the Shield, he’s hurt. Lookit Curtis and Bo. Look at those happy babies. Even Finn’s happy. This is all I need in life.
!!!!!!!!! Curtis, no! You need- oh, sucker punch, nice. Noice. Now this might be a fight. Wow, Curtis is coming in hard and fast, I like it. Oh no!!! His neck again! Poor Curtis. Looks like it’s his curse to have to be in a neck brace for the rest of his career. I too, hope he’s okay, Corey.
Worried about the way they keep talking about Sheamus. I’ve been hearing things about him might having to retire soon, and now I’m super bummed because I actually really like that big Red Headed goof. I’m gonna miss him if he does have to leave soon. Wonder if they’ll actually give him the big singles belt one last time. Hmmm... Anyways... yeah, not sure I trust the whole Partners Barred from Ringside thing. Wouldn’t hold my breath for there being no interference.
OKAY. I’ve not seen THAT one before. Just toss the man by the knee over your shoulder Sheamus, that’s fine, it’s cool, doesn’t make me hurt at all. Hella nice submission, tho. Love me some submissions.
And THAT’s why big men don’t tend to go up on the top rope. Should listen to our beloved Gulak. No Fly Zone for Hosses.
Alright, I hated that knee when Rollins started to use it, and it’s still not the greatest finisher I’ve ever seen him do, but at least now he looks pretty confident while doing it. Makes a hell of a difference.
Hehehe, did asking if Dean had a strategy. Cmon, Renee, you should know your man better than that. Heh, thanks for the pep talk babe.
Ah, yes, and here we have a commercial for Tribute for the Troops, which I’mma watch and cry like a bitch during. Fantastic. And on the Base where I was born, too. Even Better. Looks like it’ll have some amazing matches. And maybe Machine Gun Kelly will get attacked by KO again? I’d enjoy that.
DREW!!!!! MISTER T!!!!!! HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE HIM LOOK AT HIM CALL EVERYONE BY THEIR LAST NAMES!
“Winner of the Gulak Match”- Micheal Cole, 2017
Alrighty, Swann mentioned again.
OH MY GOD DREW YOU FUCKING CUTIE SWIVEL CHAIRING AROUND SO HE CAN’T EVEN SEE MUSTAFA CLAPPING AT HIM. Drew “There’s a lotta money working with Enzo but I’m going to casually not say how much” Gulak. YOU HEARD IT HERE, PEOPLE ON THE STREET TALKING ABOUT HOW GREAT DREW IS. Drew IS honorable-ish. The chances are very slim that he’s gonna be the one that ends up stabbing Zo in the back. Much more likely that it’s the other way around. ORrrrrrrrrrr that the other boys on the Zo Train will turn on Zo, and Gulak will be the only one that stands by him, a true and loyal friend despite the fact that they’re such an unlikely friendship.
Never stop asking Drew whether or not he’ll fight Enzo. He is so bad at blatantly changing the subject and I love it, he is legit a horrible politician he’s so bad at two-facing it’s beautiful and amazing.
This just in, Davari just killed Neese with a beautiful spinning discus. I love that move. Great move. Rest in peace, Tony Abs.
I don’t know if the other cruiserweights are inspired by him, but I am super inspired by Drew. I love him. Stop badgering the man Cole. Friends can fight each other and it doesn’t necessarily mean an end to a friendship. Not... all the time.
Man, Musafa has such pretty moves. Gorgeous. I love him. Shut up Drew, it’s not disgusting. Don’t actually shut up, I love you. Oh, and look at Davari taking a play out of Drews- opps, nope, Cedric not letting that happen again- AHAHA “He’s not flying he’s falling! He’s using gravity to his advantage!” I wish we coulda seen Drew’s face when he said that.
So... I’m thinking it’ll be Cedric vs Gulak? Yep. Yep, it’s Ced- oh no, oh Drew, oh his face, he looks like he’s realized that he’s in trouble. He totally is. There’s gonna be some retribution coming Gulak’s way. He might still win via some duplicitous means- I’m thinking probably Enzo helping Drew get the win so that he gets what he think’s’ll be an easy win against his lackey. Fuck me, I love Drew Gulak, what a fantastic character, what a beautiful man.
Aaaaaand Roman vs Cesaro next. Gonna be a slobberknocker.
BUT FIRST DREW AGAIN!!! MORE DREW!!! YAY!!!! “Friendly Trashtalk”- Woah, woah woah woah, how dare you Enzo!?! Be friends with that poor boy! YOU SHUT UP ABOUT HIS POWERPOINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NIA IS BEST WOMAN, LOVE HER, LOVES THE POWERPOINTS, ALSO DREW IS SO FUCKING CUTE “hai nia...!” Seriously though if they’re going where I think they’re going with Nia and Enzo, I am NOT looking forward to it. Enzo, right now, isn’t Eddie, and Nia ain’t Chyna. Love Nia, I really really do, but they haven’t given her enough character to BE a Chyna. And Eddie and Chyna was a long, slow build, you know? They worked their way into it. You can’t just throw an oddball couple together all the time and expect it to work. Not without any lead up. Fucking give us hints and glimpses and work up to it. Don’t just throw it in my face all at once and go “Here you go, isn’t this a glorious couple!?” No. It’s outta no where, makes no sense, there’s no chemistry, please stop.
Man, I love me some Uppercuts. And some clotheslines. These big boys are gonna beat the shit outta each other and it’s great. Roman doing what Roman does best- hitting people hard. And some joint manipulation from Cesaro. Noice. Awwww.... that’s not nice, Cesaro. I’m sure like, probably more than half of that crowd likes Roman. Yeah, I’m hearing what sounds like some kids chanting let’s go Roman. Which, I mean, you know you’re at least doing something right if you got the kiddos cheering for you. Annnnnd, Imma have to take a break watching this because the fujiwara hold always looks super gross and I never wanna see someone’s arm actually break. Cat has perfect timing and has decided to lay on my face. Thanks, Cat. Duuuuuuuude, why you gonna- yeah, see, your arm’s already damaged, don’t try to punch someone with it you big ol handsome dingus. He’s still got a spearrrrr fuccccck that was naaaaasty I hate it when they throw each other at the ring poooooooost aaaand... yep, okay, just gonna nosell there for a second, alright, I get it.
Man... Cesaro might actually win this. It doesn’t make a lot of sense for him to win this, storyline, but he might. Aw... man, I miss the swing, feels like I haven’t seen it in forever.
What the hell was that, why was the ref trying to separate them? I get so confused nowadays. Used to be we could trust that if a ref did something like that, it’d be kayfabe stuff. Now refs aren’t allowed to be part of the stories, so... Eh. I miss when we had like, heel ref shenanigans. Whatever, guess I’m just old. Not a bad fight, though, in the end. Even if that ref spot was really weird.
Seriously tho, okay, when did Lesner even come into this rivalry between Kane and Braun??? That’s so random. Wouldn’t be against Braun taking that fucking title off of Brock so he can just go the hell away again. Can’t stand him, hated him when he was fighting in the UFC, hate him fighting now. Best thing about Lesner is that Heymen’s his mouthpiece, and even that is still awful because Paul being Brock’s advocate means that he’s not advocating for more deserving talent.
Yay, Asuka match where she’ll kill someone in the ring! And then’ll she’ll get surrounded by- oh no, someone else killed Alicia first. Yep, okay, so there’s finally going to be a showdown. They’ve been teasing this for a while. They’ll probably actually attack this time. But if they really wanted to swerve, they’d show that Asuka is actually the one in charge of Absolution, all along. That’d be great. Not going to happen, but I’d really love Asuka being, like, in charge of a cutthroat female gang. That’s go serious potential. Asuaka would make a great mob boss.
Three on one, whatever Booker, it’s still Asuka. Yeah, see, they wouldn’t let her just- Ooooooh, Nia! Nice. Super nice. Love it. And even Foxy! That’s sweet, lookit her being all savage. Ehehe, fucking Nia just standing there like yeah, you forgot to take out me, that was a mistake.
Hey look! It’s a Kurt segment that doesn’t start out with him looking at his phone! And Jason being mature!!! I don’t trust it. They’re gonna turn this boy heel. Yeah, okay, there we go. That’s more what I was expecting. Duuuude, don’t tease me with an Angle Joe match. I miss those. Those were fantastic, and I know that you’re not going to give them to me.
I hope Deans feeling a bit better now. Last couple of times I’ve seen him fighting he’s seemed kinda foggy and outta it. I worry about him.
AHAHA- Aj’s been Nice? He put a man threw a car window. I mean, that man was a McMahon, and I kind of loved it, but still? Pretty sure even after his face turn he’s pretty solidly on the limbo between the good and bad list this year.
If Jason costs Ambrose this match Imma not be happy. I’m really looking forward to this match. Joe will actually let Dean be, you know, creative with his brawling. And that’s where Deano’s best, when he’s allowed to be unorthadox. And Yeah, yeah, Ambrose is definitely looking more all there. ‘S’good. Man, I’d kinda love for Joe and Ambrose to get in a match where Joe finishes him off in a coquina clutch and Dean doesn’t tap, he just passes the fuck out. That’s such a glorious face move, refusing to give up even as your body gives up on you.
Loving the way Ambrose is bounding off the middle rope, tha’s beautiful- oh! A slap! Nice! That’s a beautiful mistake.
Jason’s enjoying the match. Good. Me too. JASON, NO. YOU STAY WHERE YOU ARE. STOP WALKING. Oooooh, good save there, Ambrose. That’s my boy. Dude. Dude, no, Jason, don’t- what in the world is going on here? Fuck me, Jason is going to cost Dean the- fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk, DAMMIT JASON. Yeah, yeah, okay, now you’re in trouble. I DIDN”T MEAN THAT I WANTED AMBROSE TO SLEEP IN THIS MATCH, ARGH!!!!
So, uh, Deano vs Jason next week? Or for the next year? Because let’s face it, Ambrose holds a grudge foreveeeeer.
Hey, Titus!!!! Apollo!!!! And... Dana... yay... Oh! The good brothers! I wish that I could say Nerds with such vim and vigor. It’s a serious gift.
Also yay, no one got killed as Braun made his way to the ring???
Okay, come on, we all know Zayn and Owens ain’t getting fired, Daniel is going to get Shane out of the picture and take over the role as ref so it’s actually fair. Or like, idk, Hunter or Steph are going to come out and fuck someone over.. Maybe Randy will turn, because, you know, he’s got a connection to Trips and also he’s been a face for like forever in Viper years and also we’ve got that unresolved stuff with Hunter giving the Universal Championship to Kevin, soooo.... Either way, someone getting screwed, and I’m pretty damn sure it ain’t going to be out canadian boyos.
Eheheheh, reinforcing the ring. I hope they break it in two. I love that shit. So much fun. Because I’m apparently still a baby.
Ummm... Pretty sure Kane’s most monstrous moments involved his various kidnappings of pretty ladies. Or the time he tried to kill his Paul Bearer. But you know, what do I know, I’ve just been literally watching Kane since he first premiered AS Kane. Sure, yeah, most “monstrous” thing he’s ever done was thrown a man in a trash collector. Yep. That’s it.
A countout??? Boooooo... Also... who’s going to go fight Brock now? Someone’s gonna get Kayfabe murdered until there’s only one left to fight Bork.
Okay, they seriously need to stop with the whole fucking with people’s throats thing. I don’t like it, it worries me, and also they make choking gagging noises which sets off my own gag reflex which is not fun.
oh hey, look, Braun became insta-face by bringing out a table. I love how easy to please wrestling fans are sometimes. Kane? You okay? That trip looked nasty.
OOOOOH!!!! BRAUN HAS INHERITED THE MONSTER SIT UP MOVE!!!! THAT’S SUPER EXCITING!!!! That looks like a passing of the torch to me. I like it. I like where that could be heading. Yes, good, good end to Raw.
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