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zodiyack · 8 months

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Little Loner

Pairing(s): Jace Wayland x fem!reader

Warnings: clary being jealous but then cupid??, I wrote this while sleep deprived, fluff at the end, Clary x Simon if you squint.

Words: 1,743

Author's Note: I finally finished the requests. Now have some drafts while I work on sequels and stuff <3

Masterlist | The Mortal Instruments Masterlist

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read it, @simonsbluee, @thewarriorprincessxo, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @livlaughquinn, @bubsonnobx, @bunnyweasley23

Jace leads Clary to Hodge, but hesitates when he sees an open door. He finds himself pausing to admire the scene, leaning on the door frame with a crooked smile. Clary moves to get a better view and is confused.

A girl sits in a windowsill, her pencil hitting the paper lightly as she sketches out the scenery outside the window. The light appears to angle just right, giving her an almost angelic presence. Black runes cover her skin, some disappearing to hide under her clothes.

Clary leans over to Alec and whispers. "Who is that?"

Alec simply nods a little. "Y/N. Jace has a thing for her, but he's never acted on it." Clary feels her heart break a little. "Shame, really. She likes him too, but they're both too stubborn to be the one to confess."

"Oh..."

"My advice," Alec looks between her and the room, "stay away from Jace."

He moves on before she can ask much else, walking along the halls and calling to Jace quietly. Jace is brought back to reality as he gives one last look into the room before venturing on.

"So, Y/N..." Clary tries.

She doesn't miss when Jace blushes slightly, "another Shadowhunter. She's been here a long time, however she really only talks to me."

"Why's that?"

He chuckles a little but shakes his head. "That's none of my business to tell. She's a great person when you get to know her though." That's all the information he gives before they reach their destination. He opens the door and gestures inside with a nod.

His expression stays neutral, stoic as he explains, "You may find Hodge a little eccentric, but he's one of the greatest Shadowhunters that's ever lived." He looks down at the cloth in her hand and his brows furrow. "Here, give me that."

She walks inside of the giant room, her body and eyes exploring. The two boys walk in after her. They watch her carefully. Despite her distance, Clary can still hear Jace and Alec by the door.

"Don't lead this one on while you pursue your little loner. You'll get her hopes up, and if she decides to stay...the rune to fix a broken heart is the most painful one." She could practically feel Jace roll his eyes.

"I'm not leading her on."

"Oh? Is that so? Because I don't normally go around flirting and being handsy with random people, Jace." Alec warned. "It's obvious, the way Clary looks at you. I'd tone down your 'lack of leading her on' before she gets the wrong idea."

The doors shut suddenly, causing Clary to flinch, and Alec storms off down the hall, leaving Jace to think over his words. The more he thought about it, the more he tried to deny it.

Jace opens the door, "The Silent Brothers are ready for her."

When Clary and Jace set off for their next location, she noticed a new companion had replaced Alec. It was the girl from before. The girl that Jace liked.

"I didn't expect you to be joining us..." She tries to make conversation, but Y/N barely acknowledges her.

"I admire your attempt, but she won't talk. Not unless she's comfortable with you." Jace smiles at the girl in question, who smiles to herself but stays quiet.

"How long would that take?"

"Patience is a virtue, Clary." Jokes Jace. "I suppose I was the first person who ever really tried, so there's not much to go off of. She's coming with us because I asked her too."

The redheaded girl can't help but glance between the two every now and then. She isn't sure whether she feels jealous or wants them to be together, but she can say one thing for sure; The tension was nauseatingly strong.

"Why didn't Hodge come with us?"

"He hasn't left the institute in years." Jace shrugs as he continues walking. "Some say it's a spell."

"He's agoraphobic." Y/N giggles at Clary's bluntness, leading to the ginger giving her a small smile. One she returned. They stop and turn, Jace crossing his arms while he waits.

"Is that him?" Clary asks.

Jace follows her gaze and shakes his head. "No, that's Harold, the groundskeeper." He tilts his head, leaning in a bit, "that's him."

She looks up a little and feels a small shiver of unease crawl up her spine. A comforting hand is felt on her shoulder, and she's met with Y/N's smile when she turns her head. The action leaves her wondering how obvious her discomfort was, but she still is thankful.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Clary looks to the two as though asking for help, but nods regardless. "We will help you to remember."

The trio follow the tall robed man, Clary a little more hesitant. Y/N turns, kind smile still standing, and lifts a finger to the middle of her lips. Clary nods and follows behind.

Along the way she trips, "Ow!"

Jace turns his head instantly, shushing her. "You'll wake the dead."

Clary rolls her eyes. She catches Y/N giving her an apologetic shrug, the girl nodding with her head to continue.

"I can't believe this place is just outside of the city..."

She follows the duo to the window like ledge they looked through. Jace's voice catches her off guard, "Welcome to the City of Bones." His breath is right next to her ear, sending her hairs to stand on their ends.

"This is where the Silent Brothers draw their power, from the bones and ashes of Shadowhunters."

"All of them are buried here?"

"Yes." Jace looks to the wall, "One day," he taps a skull, making Y/N giggle, the sound eliciting a smile to slide upon his pink lips, "that's gonna be me."

Clary stops to look at the skeleton. Sensing her unease, Y/N urges her forward with a light touch. Clary stops a few steps forward, inspecting the room from entryway.

"This is as far as we go." She looks at Jace, and he assures her, "You'll be fine."

"So you've done this before?"

Y/N and Jace exchange a glance. She dawns an apologetic look as shakes her head and Jace replies, "No."

Clary decides to continue to try and talk to Y/N, "Have you ever met Magnus Bane?"

The girl only shakes her head.

"You know... I'm quite jealous of you." Clary admits with a laugh. Y/N tilts her head in confusion, prompting Clary to continue. "I thought Jace was into me, and if I'm being honest, I'm really into him but... I'd be stupid to stand in your guys' way."

Her brows furrow, even more confused than before. Clary's hopes range from high to doubtful, there's a chance Alec was wrong, that she didn't have feelings for him, but she saw the way the two looked at each other. She might've been naïve and clouded in her conflicting feelings, but she wasn't blind.

"Jace likes you too. And honestly...you should go for it." She looks away, ashamed of her own assistance in helping the guy she liked be with someone else. However, she doesn't have time to mope, when a voice she hasn't heard before causes her to snap her eyes back to Y/N's face.

"Is it that obvious?" A shy expression, laced with a little embarrassment, greets her.

"You-"

"I talk, yes." She chuckles. "Jace wasn't lying. I mostly talk to him, but after I realized my feelings for him, I started to confide in Alec. My only problem was that I didn't realize Alec also had feelings for Jace... But, Alec saw how much I love Jace, and told me that he had found interest in someone else. Whether that's true or not, I don't know, but, my feelings for Jace have always been around since then. I'm just...not too sure what to do about it."

Clary nods understandingly, and places her hand atop Y/N's. "Talk to him."

Y/N thinks about it for moment, and then nods. "Thank you."

"Hey. Can we talk?" Jace turns, nodding when he realizes it's Y/N. The blond looks around the infirmary, making sure Simon and Clary are accounted for one more time before he returns to facing her. He follows her to the study, sitting beside her on the piano seat.

"What's wrong?"

Her fingers press into the keys, a slow recollection of a piece by Bach. "It's nothing... I spoke to Clary-'

"You talked to Clary?" Y/N giggles at his dumbfounded expression. "M'sorry, that just caught me a little off-guard, you don't normally talk to anyone else."

"That's fair. Basically, she gave me some advice to a problem I have, not that I asked her for it- she actually noticed it- anyways, after Simon and the vampires and everything- I guess- my point is, Jace..."

"Yes?" His eyes were laced with concern, no longer amused by her sudden socializing.

"I like you. Like, really really like like you." She bit her lip. "Like...I'm in love with you."

Y/N stared at Jace, waiting for his answer. She grew nervous as time started to feel slower. The seconds felt like they were snail's paced, so close yet so far away. Sweat dripped down her forehead and her heartbeat rang in her ears. It was all so overwhelming until-

"I'm in love with you too."

"You what?"

Jace smiled shyly. "I'm in love with you too. I've been for a long time now." His eyes trace over her lips, the distance between them closing gradually. He hovers above her lips when his eyes meet hers again.

It's all in slow motion and superspeed at the same time. She lets go of control and lets her instincts take the reigns. Her lips crash into his and he lets out a surprised groan. Their eyes both close as they kiss one another, their lips partaking in a dance they somehow know. By the time they pull apart, they're out of breath and their eyes are blown.

"How long?"

She blinks. "Pardon?"

"How long have you been waiting to do that?"

"If I'm being honest, a month or so after we met. What about you?" Y/N giggles.

"Since we first met."

Clary leans against the door, heart half broken and half full, yet content with herself. Maybe she should look into what Simon's benefits are.

#x reader #jace wayland x reader #jace herondale x reader #jace wayland #jace herondale #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #reader insert #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #city of bones #zodiyack #imagine #i need him

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 2 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 😳

Read on ao3

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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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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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MEMORANDUM FROM: J. C. HERONDALE, NEW YORK INSTITUTE TO: ALL INSTITUTE HEADS IN RE: HAIR

Greetings, fellow Shadowhunters, Downworlders, and in-the-know mundanes. Jace Lightwood Herondale here, your favorite Shadowhunter and three-time winner of the Golden Stele for Most Attractive and Sinewy Institute Head[1]. Recently it has been brought to my attention that I have been the victim of a terrible slander. I present this report today, to be sent in fire-message format to all Institute Heads worldwide: to correct the record, yes, but more importantly to provide a more thorough survey of the relevant information regarding the New York Institute and its main officers. I. SITUATION REPORT As you know, a schism has caused our homeland of Idris to be occupied by an insurgent, reactionary faction of Nephilim. This has severed the Clave’s ability to enter Idris and to engage in normal governmental operations. As a result, the New York Institute has become a much more central and important location than ever before. Not only are we now the home office of the Consul-in-Exile, the Headmaster of the Shadowhunter Academy-Also-in-Exile as well as the Warlock and Werewolf representatives to the Council, we are also the closest Institute to said Academy and therefore charged with its defense. As such, the interests of the New York Institute can be said to truly be commensurate with the interests of the Clave at large. II. THE SLANDER A most dire accusation has been made against me, and in doing so, it has impacted the morale of my Institute, which, as per §1, is of utmost importance at this precarious time in Shadowhunter history. Specifically, I have been accused of DYEING MY HAIR.

III. THE RESPONSE The accusation is, unfortunately, not more specific than this. It is unclear if the accuser means to suggest that I merely add artificial highlights to my hair, or that I use dye to alter its natural hue -- or much more dire allegations. That I, perhaps, actually use bleach to lighten my hair to the blond color for which it is famous across six continents, or even that I might have need to mask the appearance of early-onset gray hairs. Let me be clear: none of these have any basis in fact. My hair is and has only ever been its own natural shade and tone, inherited genuinely from my parents and untouched by any treatment or modification by magic or chemical. Its thick texture, gentle waves, and brilliant luster are merely the result of good fortune and a regular regimen of washing and conditioning. To suggest otherwise is to undermine the cause of the liberation of Idris and to weaken the resolve of our allies. A few, more given to conflict resolution than I, have tried to find a position of compromise, suggesting that it is possible that my hair has been positively affected by the experiments my father performed on me as an infant involving angel blood. It is true that I cannot fully rule out the possibility. But I strongly doubt it, and I believe you should as well, for one can find (through rigorous searching) hair that is nearly as superb as mine even among the mundane population, who obviously have not benefited from any such magics.

IV. RELEVANCE TO THE NEW YORK INSTITUTE AT LARGE While the slander has been directed solely at me, the other main representatives of the New York Institute are also aggrieved, and feel strongly that an attack on the hair of one of us is an attack on the hair of all of us. To that end, and at their request[2], I want to provide reassurances regarding the current status of the hair of all of us here. I hope that it will offer comfort and optimism in this dark time. I have provided a helpful letter grade for each of those mentioned here, using the standard measure where “S” is the highest grade, followed by A, B, C, D, F. My own hair will be used as the S-tier standard. CLARY FAIRCHILD If anyone on this list qualifies for the highest tier, it is of course Clary Fairchild, the co-head of the Institute and my constant beloved. Her hair is of the finest red color, shining gold in the light and flowing around her face in waves that only serve to highlight the natural blush of her cheeks and the freckles which so fetchingly decorate her face. To look upon Clary is to be reminded of the beauty given to us by the Angel; to run one’s hands through her hair is to weep with the beauty of this world. RANK: S SIMON LOVELACE Unfortunately, Clary’s parabatai’s hair has suffered greatly, perhaps the most of any of us, with the rupturing of the Clave. Out of sorrow and discontent he has, unwisely, been dedicating a significant portion of his time to his rock band, in which he plays the electric bass guitar alongside several mundanes (of no other consequence). Under the wretched influence of these mundanes, he has made an attempt at lightening his own hair to create an effect he described to me as “kinda punk and a little emo, but also not.” I cannot tell you what this is intended to mean: only that applying bleaching agents to his previously completely acceptable brown hair has turned it an unpleasant color which Clary has labeled “chromium green.” For the moment, he looks as though he has a dead snake on his head. Both Clary and Isabelle have volunteered to shave the green out of his hair entirely, but he has so far avoided their clippers and announced he will wait for it to grow out naturally. All of us here are looking forward to his full recovery in time; rest assured that, like the loss of Idris, Simon’s appalling appearance is only temporary. RANK: D (under normal circumstances: B). ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD As in all things, Isabelle Lightwood’s hair is immaculate and worthy of the great admiration it inspires. The contrast between her and Simon Lovelace is always quite striking, but never more so than now, as her appearance lights up each room she enters while his prompts questions about possible chemical spills and comparisons to a fictional mundane character known as “The Joker.” (Again, his situation is temporary, and we trust he will be restored to full strength soon.) When braided and set for battle, Isabelle’s hair inspires her allies and strikes fear into demons. RANK: S ALEC LIGHTWOOD Here we have a curious situation, it is true that Alec Lightwood’s hair is the parabatai to my own. As such, it is attractive, steadfast, brave, and rousing. Alas, while the hair itself is fine material, he simply WILL NOT TAKE CARE OF IT THE WAY I TELL HIM TO. No matter how many excellent products are gifted to him, no matter how many times he is lured into a fine salon with a promise that it is actually an arrow shop, the Consul continues to look as if he cuts his hair in the dark with nail scissors. And yet - allowances must be made. Our Consul struggles beneath a heavy burden of responsibility, by which I mean he has two children who constantly put gum in his hair. Considering all he has to face, I cannot but feel that the hair of Alec Lightwood is hair that one would not hesitate to follow into battle, which is what truly matters. RANK: A MAGNUS BANE At this moment in time, Magnus Bane, the Consul’s husband and warlock representative to the Council, has hair that cannot be achieved through mundane or even Shadowhunter means. Though largely black, it is shot through with flecks of gold, and at the tips it faded smoothly to an electric blue that closely resembles the color of his own magic. As always, Magnus takes a look that might not pass muster on a lesser man and makes it not only his own, but a target of envy from all around him. It is widely believed (though denied) that such an effect is what Simon Lovelace was hoping to attain in his recent unlucky tonsorial experiments. That the effect of his hair can only be created so perfectly with the use of magic does not diminish what Magnus manages to achieve here. RANK: A CHURCH THE CAT While the oddly long-lived cat known as Church is currently residing in the UK under the care of others, he was a longtime resident of this Institute and is still considered by most of us here as a kind of unofficial mascot. Recent photos have confirmed that, as befits a cat of the New York Institute, Church continues to have a fine, rich coat of the slate-blue color normally associated with his Persian breeding. Despite his usual bad temper, he is a fastidious groomer and keeps himself free of mats and unsightly tufts of shedding fur. His color is set off by his luminous gold eyes, which provide an excellent contrast. His coat presents an excellent picture when seen as a whole, but special consideration should be made to its greatest details, namely the slightly lighter color between his toes, and the tufts that rise from his owl-like ears. RANK: S V. CONCLUSION I hope that the thoroughness of the information contained here has brought reassurance and inspiration to all those who receive it. To sum up, my own hair has never been better, and remains entirely natural in its source. The state of the hair of the New York Institute is strong, and with the exception of a single mishap, which we are recovering from, we foresee only positive developments in the domain of our hair in the months and years to come. Yours in the Name of the Angel, Jace Herondale [1]This award was created by Clary Fairchild and is presented once a year on my birthday by a jury consisting of only the most discerning and aesthetically informed Nephilim available: specifically, Clary Fairchild. [2]Or at least, with only their mildest objection. Note: From Cassandra Clare’s newsletter on 01/04/2023.

#I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS #tmi gang #the mortal instruments #the shadowhunter chronicles #jace herondale #clace #alec lightwood #magnus bane #clary fairchild #isabelle lightwood #simon lovelace

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neeksxoxo · 1 year

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Jace: ok yes i get your crush but... what hair rank is he? Kit: um what Jace: is Ty like an S? or at least an A. Kit: what are you talking abou- Clary: nO

#jace herondale #clary fairchild #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kitty #kit x ty #KitTy #tmi #the mortal instruments #tda #the dark artifices #twp #the wicked powers

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tys-kitty · 1 year

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*Jace when he visits Kit the next time*

Jace: Not gonna lie, your hair is a S

Kit: What are you talking about?

Clary: DON‘T ASK!

Jace: It all began with a dangerous rumor…

#i just loved yesterdays newsletter #cassandra clare #kit herondale #jace herondale #clary fairchild #alec lightwood #magnus bane #simon lovelace #isabelle lightwood #ty blackthorn #tessa gray #jem carstairs #twp #the wicked powers #tmi #the mortal instruments

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myadmiringmind · 1 year

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Breakfast | Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Pairing(s): Reader x Jace Herondale, (mentioned) Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood

Summary: Your morning are normally all over the place. But there is one constant thing. Or perhaps you should say person.

Warning: Food, kissing, possibly some cursing.

Notes:

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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The bed was nice and comfortable this particular morning. A little too comfortable. But you don’t think that was because of the bed.

A hand was rubbing up and down your back. Soothing you and relaxing your posture. You don’t think you could’ve cared if a demon had burst through the door at that very moment.

“I was wondering when you would finally wake up.” The blonde said

“The beds comfortable.” You replied in a whisper

“You mean my bed is comfortable.”

You looked around the room in confusion. Sure enough you were in Jaces room.

Your brain scanned for memories of last night.

“What happened?” You asked turning around to face him.

Jace was propped up on his elbow, his face in his palm as he looked down on you.

“We nearly got killed by a demon. We got back to the institute ordered some dinner, you crashed after dinner. Typical night.” Jace shrugged

You nodded, half awake. A yawn left your mouth.

“So,” you began, “what’s for breakfast?”

Jace smiled, an easy, soft smile. Not like the sharp sarcastic ones he often gave others. These smiles were reserved for only when it was the two of you.

“Well, Alec’s at the old warlocks, Izzy went out with fangs, and Clary’s at her the abandoned police station, meeting with some werewolves. Something apparently happened last weekend that we needed to be bothered about so Clary went to check it out. So we could order in or-”

“Should we have sent someone with her?” You asked

“Her dads there of course. Besides, Clary can hold her own.”

You hummed in agreement, Clary might be small but she is one feisty girl. Especially when you beat her at a board game while drunk.

Jace cleared his throat teasingly, “As I was saying we could order something or I could make something.”

You raised your eyebrows, “You can cook?”

“And bake.” Jace added, seemingly not at all offended by his partners words.

“Since when?”

“Since forever. My father wanted me to be very diverse in my skills, that includes culinary arts.” He stopped for a moment, “And how to sing the entire abc’s in fifteen seconds.”

You were going to comment on that but Jace sat up, and you closed your mouth.

“Shall we?” He held out his hand for you

You chuckled and took his hand, “I suppose we shall.”

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The kitchen was reasonably enourmas. With the amount of rooms the institute held it only made for the kitchen to be such a extended space.

Jace let go of your hand and went over the fridge.

When you saw him eyeing the leftovers you spoke up, “I thought you were supposed to be showing off your excellent chef skills.”

Jace looked towards, amused, “I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about lunch in the process.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled none the less.

Jace looked at the fridge, deep in the thought, then he grinned.

You raised your eyebrows, “What’s that look?”

Jace looked at you, “What look?”

You point at him, “That one. It makes me nervous.”

He smirked, “I make you nervous?”

“Wha- You know what I mean.” You said

His smirk didn’t fade, “Of course I do.”

You watched him as he walked to the cabinets and began searching through them.

He glanced back at you, “Make yourself comfortable, darling. Perfection takes time.”

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You lost track of the time. You mostly talked to Jace while he worked. Jace was a good multi-tasker. He told you some old stories (some you were sure he made up) as he continued his work.

Like fighting, Jace moved smoothly throughout the kitchen. Never knocking anything over, or burning himself, or stopping to make sure he had added the right thing into the pan. You were a little jealous.

“Go sit at the table.” Jace said

Twenty minutes later he brought over a tray of food. You felt a bit like royalty in that moment.

The food looked amazing, you had believed him when he said he could cook and bake but you were very pleasantly suprised.

If it looked amazing, it certainly smelled even better.

The tray was full of the kind of food you’d see in a movie. There was a mixture of fruits, fluffy pancakes, a little cup full of syrup, another of chocolate chips. It even had a little cup full of your favorite candy. There was chocolate syrup in another cup.

Jace leaned over you with a whipped cream can in hand and made a little swirl on top of your pancakes. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as well.

You looked up at him, jaw dropped. He only smirked in return, validated by your expression.

“Wow, Jace, this is…amazing.” You said for a lack of a better word.

“I told you.” He said

He took a couple of the mixed fruits from your plate and popped them into his mouth.

You raised an eyebrow at him, but he only took another, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“Now,” He pushed the tray towards you, “try it so you can tell me more about how jaw dropping I am.”

“I did not say jaw dropping.” You said

His smirk was still ever so present, “You didn’t have to, darling.”

You cast one more glare towards him before adding what you wanted to your pancakes and taking a bite.

It was really good.

You couldn’t help but moan in delight.

“I take it I am as good a I know I am.” Jace said

“I admit, this really fantastic.” You said

“Fantastic, hm? I like that.” He said, “Since I made it I suppose it’s only fair if I try it, right?”

You shrugged, he had made a lot of food.

You expected him to take the fork and dig into the pancakes, not to pull you into his lap and kiss you.

He swallowed your gasp of suprise, passionately kissing you until you couldn’t remember the taste of the food.

When he pulled back, you were confused.

He looked at you in thought before saying, “My food is fantastic.”

But the look in his eyes told you he didn’t care at all for the food.

His hands that were rested on your hips pulled your lips back to his.

The leftovers from breakfast were put in the fridge for later.

#the mortal instruments #jace herondale #jace herondale fluff #jace herondale x reader #jace lightwood #jace herondale imagine #jace wayland x reader #cassandra clare #jace wayland #jace wayland fluff

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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(I just tried to send a prompt but I don't think it went through so if you just saw this prompt please ignore, sorry 🙏)

This is something that I've been thinking about for a few days so I thought I'd send it in as a prompt.

Izzy was/is interested in magnus and is perhaps angry/bitter/confused on why magnus chose alec (over her, in her opinion)

I think izzy early canon has an almost childlike idea of what relationships are? So I think the fact that she's pretty, likes clubbing, isn't anti-downworld, and is interested in sex (and/or other superficial things) would make her think that she and magnus are romantically compatible

If this isn't your vibe that's no big deal but I thought I'd share in case it sparked an idea

i didn't go the bitter route (nothing wrong with it, it just didn't fit with my thoughts) and i agree with her childlike/naive idea of relationships and using sex for information. so i hope you enjoy this.

“And how exactly do you plan on getting Magnus Bane’s attention?” Alec asks, eyebrow raised as he tries to figure out what exactly Izzy thinks she’s doing. “He already declined your meeting and turned down the payment of the necklace for memories. What else do you think will work when that didn’t?”

“Alec, don’t be so dour. No one can resist me, not like this.” Izzy gestures to herself with a smirk, her white leather outfit showing off her muscles and runes and Alec frowns, an unfortunate amount of skin for something that is technically a mission. He really hopes she has enough ointment if they end up encountering ichor.

Izzy winks behind Alec at Jace and Fray and her hand comes up, playing with a very large necklace that Alec only vaguely recognizes. It clicks with a sigh, and he stares at her, before holding his hand out, unimpressed.

“Izzy, he turned it down. It goes back into the vault archives.”

“But it might be used to get a meeting. If I’m the one wearing it.” Izzy laughs and covers the red stone with her hand, “it’ll be fine hermano. Lighten up.”

Alec hears Jace scoff and mutter, “come on Iz. Alec doesn’t lighten up.”

It’s infuriating but Alec just grits his teeth. It’d be one thing to respond, but he doesn’t need to deal with another argument in full view of his shadowhunters. There’s been enough insubordination and Izzy and Jace will only get worse until he figures out how to deal with it.

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Magnus has his attention on one person and one person only and he knows exactly how to play this.

“And who might such a lovely lady’s companions be?” Magnus asks, acting charmed as he kisses the air above Isabelle’s hand. She blushes, eyes wide and she’s already drunk on the thrill of thinking someone as powerful and aloof as Magnus is under her thrall. It’s a pity she’s so naïve

, but Magnus has heard about her among the downworld. A beautiful, talented lover, a vicious fighter and a naive, attempted informant who could be trusted to share more than was shared. She’s absolutely perfect for what Magnus has decided he wants.

“Clary Fairchild.” Isabelle says with a dramatic flourish, “who is in need of her memories. Our finest shadowhunter,” she winks at the blonde who looks proudly at Clarissa and then Isabelle motions to Magnus’ choice. “And my brother, Alec.”

“Short for Alexander?” Magnus asks, because he can’t help it.

“Yes?” Isabelle asks, puzzled, but she’s distracted when Magnus summons a drink to everyone’s hands with a snap of magic.

“I only thought that with such a lovely name is yours, it would be a pity to not have the same consideration.” Magnus flatters and she flutters her lashes before sending a smirk to Alexander. Alexander is barely paying attention, a frustrated look on his face as he studies his drink and takes a hesitant sip. His face twitches in a grimace of distaste and Magnus changes it with a thought, even as he idly pays attention to Isabelle.

“We brought this, to negotiate with you for Clarissa Fairchild’s memories.” Isabelle touches the jewel hanging around her neck with a sharp little smirk.

“It’s unfortunate, but I really don’t have a need for the necklace.” Magnus says, tone dripping with sincerity, “however I wouldn’t mind making another kind of deal. Especially not with someone of your rather predtiegous bloodline.”

Magnus gives her a lingering once over, to make his insinuation clear and Isabelle giggles and curls her hair with her fingers, looking up at him.

“I’m happy to come to an understanding with you.” Isabelle murmurs and she steps closer, “an entanglement for the memories, perhaps?”

Magnus smirks, because this is exactly what he wants.

“The easiest way to get Miss Fairchild’s memories back is in a sex-ritual. It will also be the safest way, as otherwise her memory integration could be painful.” Magnus shrugs, because it doesn’t really matter to him. “I’m sure the clave will give one of their little soldiers a week or two off, for the chance of finding their precious cup.”

“Izzy, are you serious?” Clarissa asks, suddenly looking concerned but Isabelle laughs, in fact she looks delighted by the idea.

“Oh Clary, this is part of the fun. Business and pleasure go hand and hand.” Isabelle tosses her hair with a playful nudge to Clarissa whispers quietly. “This is going perfectly.”

“It is indeed.” Magnus says, letting magic twist his voice into words of an oath matching her own. Louder, without the cover of magic, Magnus asks, “then, do we have an oath of accord? Bound by the blood of your house?”

“We do.” Isabelle says and she cuts her own lip with her teeth and speaks her agreement with blood on her tongue before she swallows it, keeping it safely within her own body. However, it’s not safe enough and Magnus smiles, smug and delighted.

“Then I’ll see you all in a few weeks.” Magnus tells them and he uses the prisms of time to step across the room and he wraps his arm around Alexander’s waist. “It’s a pleasure doing business with the house of Lightwood, Isabelle. I’ll have your house’s heir back when I bring the memories. Perhaps, we can negotiate for further services at that time.”

Magnus portals Alexander and himself away, through the space of time deposits them both in Edom and he keeps his hand on the small of Alexander’s back as he surveys the dark red of Edom. The place Magnus is set to rule while his father battles with Azazel in the hopes to take his power for his own.

Magnus spent the first three weeks redecorating and he lets Alexander sprawl across the umber and black marble and looks down at him with a pleased smile.

“Welcome to my palace, Alexander. You’ll be protected within the walls of my abode, including the gardens and balconies.” Magnus leans down and pets his fingers over Alexander’s mouth. “However, I suggest you not try to leave my wards, sweetheart. They very air in Edom will shred your lungs and the demons will rampage at the scent of your blood. I can only keep you as safe as you let me.”

Alexander stares up at him and Magnus wonders what he tastes like. If he still tastes like the gin drink he so clearly disliked, or if he tried the second one Magnus made for him and he tastes like strawberries now.

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

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paraheronstairs · 10 months

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“But I realized then that I just might die if I didn’t get to kiss you, and soon.”

- Jace to Clary, City of Lost Souls epilogue

#the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunters #tmi #the infernal devices #the mortal instruments #clary fairchild #jace herondale #clace #if this aint love then what is #IT S THEM #i love them #clace scene #clace moment #clary fray #city of lost souls

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janto4ev · 17 days

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Thank you @lemonlyman-dotcom for tagging me! This is for chapter 4 of my Shadowhunters/Chicago Med/Arrow au

“Why not?” Alec and Jace had been trying to find out who the mystery man was for months and didn't even know what he looked like. “Because I don't want you both judging him before really knowing him.” Izzy walked out of the dressing room in a medium length silver dress and black and silver chunky heels. “That's fair, I guess. Wow you look stunning in that dress.” Alec took a picture of his sister and sent it to his boyfriend since he knew that Magnus would love to be there to see that. “By the way, why couldn't Magnus and Clary come with you guys?” Izzy knew that Clary was fine thanks to their bond but didn't know the same about Magnus which worried her. “They wanted to but someone has to run the institute while we’re here and Magnus wanted to make sure Simon doesn't do something stupid.” Izzy sighed at the mention of her ex boyfriend who never let her go. “Is your lovely husband to be there as well?” Izzy rolled her eyes at Alec's sarcasm, knowing how much her brothers disliked Antonio. “No. Only five cops were able to be invited and he wasn't one of them.” Izzy didn't tell her brothers but she found it kinda odd that the first year that her and Kevin were invited was the first year that Antonio wasn't. “Let me guess, he told you that if you went with him then he would buy you a suit?” Natalie walked into the store with Will behind her who looked extremely mopey. “What makes you think that he did?” Izzy thought that her brothers didn't see her blush at the vague mention of Connor. Alec saw a blush creep up Izzy's cheeks and knew that he had to know who the man they were talking about was. “Damn Iz, you look hella good in that dress.” Alec got confused when he saw the red head get scared when his girlfriend showed him something on her phone. “Oh dear God, please don't, Nat. I'm serious, don't you dare do it!” Jace and Alec shared a confused look when Nat and her boyfriend looked at each other and started laughing. “I accidentally hit send.” Alec guessed that this person was someone that a lot of people feared based on their reactions. “Who are you guys talking about?” Alec saw Izzy, Nat and Will silently communicating which let him know that she knew him. “Oh no one, just Izzy's future husband."

No pressure tags below

@strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @storms-s @firstprince-history-huh @thebejeweledwatercat @thisbuildinghasfeelings @reyesstrand @reeeallygood @goodways @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm

#alec lightwood #chicago med #shadowhunters #jace herondale #izzy lightwood #connor rhodes #will halstead #natalie manning

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fiyaerrigan · 11 days

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zero context WIP tag game

If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

I got tagged by @faejilly and @la-muerta and @demy85! andiamgoingtoanswerallthesetagsinasinglepostbecauseiamlazyokaybyeeeee

Many thamks!!

In celebration of the triple tag, I will do three times the no-context examples I was originally planning to do, I guess? So that means, like, six? Buckle up and prepare for an overuse of em dashes and semicolons; let's GOOOOO!!

"You have been leaving protection charms in my dormitory and hoping I wouldn’t notice. Forgive me if I don’t think it beyond you to portal to Zacatecas unannounced.”

Now it was Papa’s turn to grin, which was uncharacteristic of him, but a welcome change. Papa was often quiet, and even less often did something get him so excited that he’d show the same interest and enthusiasm he did when telling Alec stories—Alec couldn’t judge him for it; sometimes it was so much work to remember to use his face and not his words to tell Mama and Papa how he felt.

“Alec proposed to me with a twisted-up wrapper from Taki's, you know? We'd gone out for lunch, because somehow we were able to get our schedules to match, and we were looking up at the news and we couldn't believe our eyes.”

Pretty boy. Alec laughs—half disbelief and half amusement, because he is neither of those things.

Neither the humans nor Magnus had a word to describe the magical world, but that was nonetheless where he found himself when everything fell to pieces. Perhaps it was the magic that drew him there, or perhaps it was that people cast aside could always find one another in their loneliness.

Clary called it mental health. If Jace hadn’t called it that, too, Alec would still be calling it Mundane bullcrap.

No idea who to tag who probably hasn't been tagged already, but for the sake of just throwing things out there (and hoping you guys haven't been tagged in this already), let's tag @help-me-yes, @stilltoolazy, @stan-of-many, @arialerendeair, and @echo-bleu!(under no pressure ofc) aLSO OBVIOUSLY if you want to do this you can and should, tags or not!!!

poll under the readmore

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunters tv #malec #my post #fanfiction #writing #tag meme #tag game #ask meme #ask game

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