#transgender alec lightwood

[the-great-lightwood-bane]

of love & names

Malec | Rated general | tw transphobia | Meta, ish, Trans Male Character, Trans Magnus Bane, AFAB, Transphobia, Character Study, Non-Linear Narrative, Magnus Bane-centric, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort | Bingo Square: AFAB

Summary: The best thing that Asmodeus ever did for him, Magnus sometimes thought, was letting him choose his own name.

Or: Magnus is trans, has friends, and (finally) feels accepted. 

A/N: This work was created for the Shadowhunters Pride Bingo presented by the Malec Discord Server. @malecdiscordserver

Thanks to @ravenstakeflight for the sensitivity read & beta!

Read it on AO3 or below the cut.

The best thing that Asmodeus ever did for him, Magnus sometimes thought, was letting him choose his own name. 

Of course, Asmodeus had done plenty of worse things and his respect of Magnus’ gender didn’t exactly make up for that — but it was thanks to that time in Edom that Magnus had learned that no matter what physical traits he’d been born with, he could choose for himself who he was, who he wanted to be. 

Growing up, it hadn’t mattered much; daughter or son, Magnus helped his mother around the house as a child, and they didn’t exactly have the money for fancy, useless dresses. He wore efficient pants and didn’t mind that they were pink — he’d never much cared for the connotations of colour. He’d felt a vague discomfort with the name they’d given him, but he was able to ignore that well enough. But then, a few months before his warlock mark and magic showed themselves and tore his life to pieces, his step-father had begun to stop him from accompanying him into the fields; that was all right for a child, but an older girl should know better. 

I don’t want to be a girl, Magnus had complained, but his stepfather had only shaken his head at the childish foolishness and boxed his ears until he obeyed. 

It hadn’t escalated into a real problem before his magic showed up and his mother hung herself and his step-father tried to drown him and Magnus killed him with the very magic that’d ended his old life — but it had been a problem, something Magnus was aware of in the back of his mind, an uncomfortable feeling when he thought about his future. 

Asmodeus, though, cared little for such human ideas. In his care, Magnus had chosen his own name, a boy’s name that didn’t make him want to tear his skin to pieces, and Asmodeus had shrugged and called him son and let him bind his growing chest; perhaps that was why Magnus had stayed with him so long — he remembered well how cruel mundanes could be to those they saw as different. Unnatural. 

Still, he eventually realised how cruel his father was, how evil, and he returned to the realm where he’d been born with Asmodeus confined to Edom and little else but the clothes on his back. From then on, subtle glamours made him look enough like a man that nobody glanced twice at the masculine name, though they stared happily enough at the makeup and jewellery and colourful clothing — and at his darker skin, at the bisexuality that he didn’t quite flaunt but refused to hide, either. 

Sometimes, he’d use magic to pretend there was nothing wrong, nothing different about him that made him less of a man; he’d keep the glamour up assiduously, hoping that if he held it well enough he might be able to forget what he looked like underneath, but he’d sometimes let it slip and he hated that. When he looked in the mirror with the glamour up, he felt a surge of joy, of euphoria, but all too soon the glamour would drop or he’d feel the weight in his chest and that temporary relief would be gone. 

He’d wrap his chest in bandages so that even if the glamour fell, he’d be able to hide it; he moved confidently, hiding insecurities and discomfort behind the mask he learned always to wear — but whenever he was found out, whenever a partner or a friend saw what he looked like underneath the all-too-temporary spells and binders, they’d leave, sometimes turning a whole town against him, sometimes not, but always leaving. 

Until a warlock with green skin and curving horns, who helped him out of innumerable crises and eventually did see what he really looked like, and when Magnus was expecting a look of disgust or shock or hatred to come over his face, only smiled sadly and stayed. Ragnor even helped him with it — devising more spells to reduce the dysphoria that sometimes made him want to tear off his skin, helping him design a binder that he could wear for longer without pain. Ragnor was almost like the father that Magnus had always wished he could have. 

(Ragnor was also a stubborn, sarcastic, old-fashioned, grumpy bastard, but Magnus loved him anyway. And no matter how much Ragnor huffed and feigned irritation and sighed heavily at Magnus’ crazier schemes and persistent nicknames, Magnus knew he loved him back.)

And then there was Cat, who Magnus rescued from being burned at the stake — the first person who Magnus told of his own free will that he’d been born a girl and not a boy, the second person who didn’t leave. She was a doctor, a nurse, with a natural aptitude for healing magic that’d only improved as she spent her time healing people. 

(It was thanks to Cat that Magnus learned about the mundane developments that could help him; it was Cat who did Magnus’ top surgery, who set him up with hormone treatments, and suddenly he didn’t need to glamour himself anymore to look like a man. Magnus nearly cried when he looked at himself in the mirror for the first time, small scars on his chest the only sign of the surgery. He hugged her tightly and she hugged him back and if he did cry this time, she was kind enough not to comment on it. But all that came later, after the turn of the century — after Camille.) 

Camille was, technically speaking, the third person to stay after learning what he looked like underneath the glamour, but Magnus was no longer grateful to her for that. She’d stopped him from stepping off a bridge, too, and it had taken Magnus far too long to learn that he didn’t owe it to her to stay because of that. 

She’d told him that nobody would ever love him like she did, because only she would be willing to deal with him — deal with the days when he couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed until she slapped him across the face, deal with the way he was always too much, deal with the difference between the gender he preferred and the parts he’d been born with. Who else would be willing to forgive him those faults? To love him despite them? Ragnor and Cat, yes, but Camille did her utmost to cut him off from them — and anyway, that was platonic, not romantic, not sexual, and Magnus’ biological sex was never shoved in their faces. 

She insisted that Magnus keep his glamour up all the time, always — both the one over his eyes and the one that made him look more masculine. With her, Magnus would leave his binder on nearly all the time, more than was healthy or safe but it kept her near him so he ignored it. He summoned her anything she wanted, offered all that he had, cut off all the bits of himself that she didn’t like — but he still wasn’t enough. She cheated on him with anyone and everyone she wanted, told him that if he didn’t like it he could leave but he’d never find anyone like her again. 

Eventually, he did leave her — dragged himself away, bloody and bleeding under his masks and knowing that it wasn’t worth it to stay with her any longer. Had never been worth it, really, but Magnus had always been foolish in love. 

Cat and Ragnor took him back. He’d half-expected them to shut the door in his face, when he showed up at Ragnor’s door, but they welcomed him in easily. As though he’d never abandoned them for a cold-hearted woman who’d done her best to destroy him and, perhaps, succeeded. 

After that, he started the process of shutting down his heart to anyone but Cat and Ragnor. It didn’t work completely, of course — Camille always laughed at him for being soft-hearted, and it was true — but he began to calcify then, stopped opening himself up to romantic relationships. Camille had demonstrated well how devastating that kind of love could be. Magnus didn’t want to risk a second Camille; he’d barely survived her the first time, sometimes he felt he hadn’t survived her, and he wouldn’t be able to do it all again. Better, safer, to shut that part of himself away. 

Raphael came into his life, more sarcastic than Ragnor but with a softer heart than his cool exterior suggested; the decades rolled by and for the first time Magnus learned about people like him, people who were born one gender but who knew themselves to be another; he learned, too, about the hatred that they faced. The Downworld was perhaps better about it than mundanes — thanks to the Shadowhunters, they knew what it was to be unjustly oppressed — but Magnus had been burned too many times to let anyone else into his heart, into the bubble of people who knew and loved him. 

Valentine rose. Magnus had thought he’d known oppression, for his skin colour and his sexuality and his gender and the makeup he wore and, yes, his demonic parentage — but Valentine was worse than Magnus had seen before. He remembered how the Shadowhunters had broken the plates he’d eaten on, at the signing of the first Accords, but Valentine wanted to eliminate Downworlders entirely. 

Thankfully, the Circle fell, though Magnus knew well that the Clave wasn’t much better. It was during those in-between years that Cat suggested mundane surgery, top surgery; Magnus had hesitated at first for fear of the failures of mundane medicine, but he agreed, and it was so liberating to not have to wear a binder any longer, to let his glamour drop and not look like a woman underneath it. 

Then: Alexander. 

A Shadowhunter with dark hair and pale skin and obviously no idea how striking his looks were — a Shadowhunter willing to share his strength with a warlock, who obviously cared for his siblings, who smiled like the rising sun. Magnus had never been so enamoured, and the walls he’d built to carefully shuddered — cracked — and fell, fell in love with Alec, too soon and too much but Alec didn’t seem to mind. 

Magnus was terrified that Alec would go, shattering his heart along with the walls that protected it and isolated it all at once, but somehow — impossibly — Alec didn’t. Not when they fought, over Magnus’ immortality or greater experience or anything else; not even when Magnus explained, hesitant and uncertain and insecure, that he’d been born a girl — that physically, even with the surgery and the hormones, he wasn’t— he didn’t—

Alec just shushed him, gently, and promised that he wasn’t going to leave. 

For once, Magnus believed him.

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[humansunshineao3]

Fighting the Good Fight [Ch. 13]

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, top surgery, Trigger warnings in chapter notes, in depth trigger warnings

AUTHOR’S NOTES

Anxiety/fear: Simon has to come face to face with Camille, who obviously killed him. Additionally, Magnus is very anxious around Camille, and it’s clear that he bears some emotional scars from his time with her. Clary sort of switches off from anxiety in the last section of the chapter because of the fight with Valentine and his shadowhunters. Alec also experiences some anxiety, but is distracted from it by Magnus.

Violence: Camille lashes out at Raphael and knocks him unconscious. Alec beats the ever loving shit out of Hodge, which is immensely satisfying. There’s a fight scene towards the end that has some mild gore including tongues being bitten out and achilles tendons being severed, but none of our heroes get injured too badly, so all is well. There’s some violence between Izzy and Valentine as well, but nothing too severe.

Emotional abuse: Camille employs several tactics to break Magnus down, including body shaming, belittling his feelings, gaslighting and slut shaming him. Magnus is upset by it but not devastated. Camille also tries to tear Alec down but he shrugs it off. Valentine tries to get inside Clary’s head by insinuating that they’re the same kind of person, while simultaneously insulting her ability by referencing Ragnor and Simon’s death.

Sexual Assault: Camille kisses Magnus against his will, and pierces his lip with her fangs. Magnus is almost immediately reassured by Alec after this happens.

References to racism: Alec and Magnus talk about how shitty the shadowhunters used to be in centuries gone past. It’s canon-typical but it’s there.

Sexual tension: Nothing happens but Magnus and Alec have a Moment™ in the third to last scene.

Previous Chapter

Episode 13: Morning Star

Raj had been walking around the city for hours. He’d been on worse missions, but there was nothing as mind-numbingly boring as wandering aimlessly around a ten block radius looking for a fugitive. This morning he’d spotted this deli that made his mouth water every time he passed it, the smell of sourdough and cured meat making his stomach rumble. He’d promised himself a break at 1pm, and when he just happened to walk past the deli at 12.53, he shrugged and decided it was close enough.

The last hour of his patrol he’d been considering what he’d order, so he already had ‘pesto ciabatta with salami and prosciutto’ on the tip of his tongue, but then he saw this huge crusty loaf come fresh out onto the display shelf and he had to start from square one all over again. As he weighed his options, he glanced out the window.

His eyes met the pale blue ones of Hodge Starkweather, who was standing looking in through the window.

Hodge ran for it, and Raj grunted, abandoning his place in the queue as he stumbled out the door to sprint after the traitor. “Fuck you, man! Fuck you!” Raj shouted, activating his speed rune.

As Hodge skidded around a corner, Raj pulled out his phone to call Alec, stopping in his tracks as he turned the corner after Hodge and found himself standing in a dead end. Raj groaned, letting his head tip back as Alec answered the phone.

“Report?” Alec asked, and Raj sighed.

“I saw Hodge. He was headed west, nearing the park. I almost had him, but he disappeared in a dead-end alley. Guessing he infiltrated a mundane’s home and got out the back.” Raj explained, running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Lightwood. I fucked it.”

Alec sighed. “It’s alright, you did all you could. I’m calling in the wolves to help us,there’s no way we can track him through the city with the manpower we have. Get up on the roof and see if you can find him, keep me updated. Well done spotting him, at least we have a lead now.”

“Just doing my job.” Raj answered, and after a brief goodbye, hung up. He kicked the wall next to him, embarrassment making him want to scream. First Hodge uses his sexuality, which he’d stupidly revealed on a night out to the Hunter’s Moon, as a way to con his way past Alec, and now he just let him slip away through his fingers. He wouldn’t be surprised if Alec sent him back to the academy for this.

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“Alright, everyone. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Alec raised his voice to get everyone’s attention, standing at the front of the ops centre with his hands behind his back. “Raj spotted Hodge just east of the park, heading west. We could try and predict where he’s going, but Hodge is clever, he was most likely taking a route to throw Raj off. I’m going to liase with Luke Garroway of the New York pack, he’s promised us the help of the wolves. Lydia, I want you to stay here and triangulate communication. I need to know of any new developments, I’ll instruct everyone to report to you every half hour, it’ll be in your discretion to keep everyone updated. Anyone doesn’t report back, send back-up to check on them. Everyone else, I want you out on the streets, checking big empty spaces in the city. If Valentine’s creating an army he’s not gonna be hiding in a downtown loft. Everybody understand?”

There was a hum of affirmation among the shadowhunters, and Alec nodded, dismissing them.

“I’m going to take Clary to the Hotel DuMort to retrieve the Book of the White,” Izzy took Alec aside the moment the attention was off him, “Camille has it. Simon’s promised us an audience with Raphael to get it back from her.”

“Don’t bother reporting to Lydia, just keep me updated. Magnus is creating portals to get our people out faster, I’m sure he won’t mind making one for you and Clary.” Alec told her, heading towards the door. “I’ll see you later.”

“Be careful, Alec. Hodge is dangerous.” Izzy insisted, and Alec shrugged.

“Always am.”

“Did he okay us going to the Hotel DuMort?” Clary asked, appearing at Izzy’s elbow. She had daggers strapped to her thighs and a seraph blade in her hand, and if they weren’t in the middle of a crisis, it might have distracted Izzy.

“I don’t think he even registered what I was asking, honestly, but he did, yeah. Let’s go. Is Simon in good standing with Raphael?” Izzy grabbed a wooden stake to put in her hip holster, she and Clary falling into step together as they made their way towards the entrance.

Clary shrugged sheepishly. “I’m assuming so; in all the excitement I haven’t been able to talk to him much. He sounded happy enough on the phone, though.”

Magnus was standing next to a portal that was bigger than average, monitoring the shadowhunters passing through it. He’d cast a flexible portal rather than a one-destination one; it meant less magic consumption, and he had a feeling he’d need to call on his magic a lot more before the day was done.

“How are you holding up?” Clary asked him as they approached, and he shrugged.

“I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn. I’m fine.”

“Do you think you can keep it up long enough for us to use it?” Izzy checked.

Magnus held out his arm towards the portal, inviting them through just as the last shadowhunter hopped through to their assigned area. “You’re the last ones I need to transport.”

“Thank you, Magnus,” Clary smiled at him, tugging Izzy through the portal and staggering on her feet a little as they came out the other side, right on the doorstep of the Hotel DuMort. Simon and Raphael were waiting just inside the door, out of the reach of the sun. Simon rushed forward to hug Clary once the door was shut, his face turned carefully away from her skin. Raphael and Izzy nodded at each other in greeting.

“So you want me to let Camille go?” Raphael drawled, leading them up to a reception room. The windows were all boarded up with bricks, and it was decorated so lavishly that Clary couldn’t help but wonder if all downworlders were filthy rich. It reminded Isabelle of the tombs of the Pharaohs of Egypt, full of wonderful things but without that life-giving touch of sunlight.

In the vampires’ case, she supposed, it would be the opposite of life-giving.

“We need to know where she hid the Book of the White,” Izzy explained, remaining standing as Raphael sat down on a hard-looking leather sofa. “No doubt she’ll want something in return for it.”

“She’ll want her freedom,” Raphael insisted, “there’s no way she’ll accept anything less. And I can’t afford to give that to her.”

“She kills mundanes, Isabelle,” Simon reminded her, “people will die if we let her go.”

Clary put her hands on her hips. “Can we trick her? Make her think we’re going to let her go and then recapture her?”

“It took a hundred vampires to subdue her the last time,” Raphael pointed out.

“We need the Book of the White to wake up my Mom.” Clary explained, pushing her hair back from her face. “She knows Valentine better than anyone, she can help us defeat him.”

“Or she’ll just run away again and leave you all to deal with it.” Raphael replied coolly.

Simon shook his head. “Jocelyn would do anything to protect Clary. That’s the only reason why she ran before. Now Clary’s involved in the fight, she’d never abandon it. She was like my Mom, too. She’s a good woman.” He insisted.

“Can we at least talk to Camille? Maybe we can offer her a plea bargain with the Clave?” Izzy suggested.

Raphael pursed his lips, considering it. “You can speak to her. But I will not allow her to leave these walls. Not until the Clave arrests her and takes her away.”

Clary and Izzy looked at each other for a long moment. Simon glanced at Raphael, who was watching a silent communication pass between the two women. Suspicion rose in him, and he raised his chin.

“Alright, let’s do that.” Izzy answered, “we agree to your terms.”

Camille’s casket was so thickly covered in chains that Izzy couldn’t tell where they begun. Raphael pulled a string out from under his shirt, revealing a key that had been hanging around his neck. Clary and Izzy watched as he bent down to grasp the padlock that hung down underneath the table the casket was sitting on, and with a flick of his wrist it fell away. He and Simon moved the chains slowly off the ivory coffin, letting them drop to the ground at their feet.

“If she makes a move to escape, do I have your permission to stake her, Raphael?” Izzy asked, her fingers wrapping around the stake at her hip.

“I’m way ahead of you,” he admitted wryly, pulling a stake out of his back pocket.

“Are you ready, Simon?” Clary asked, rubbing his back.

Simon looked paler than usual, and that was saying something. “The last time I saw her was when she killed me,” he said quietly, straightening his spine. “I’m ready.”

Raphael and Clary opened the coffin, and Izzy readied herself as the lid lifted up to reveal Simon’s sire. She’d never seen a vampire at rest before, and she was surprised to note that Camille didn’t look as dead as Izzy had expected her to. She wasn’t breathing but there was colour in her cheeks, and it was only when Izzy noticed the IV drip in her arm, attached to a blood bag strung up next to the coffin, that she understood why.

“Keep your guard up,” Raphael urged, his eyes fixed on Camille’s still body, “she can probably hear us, she’s waiting for an opening.”

“Let her wait forever,” Simon muttered, “I’m never relaxing around her.”

Camille’s eyes snapped open, smirking when she saw Izzy raise her stake threateningly. “My, my, my, what on Earth do we have here?” She drawled, her dark eyes looking at each of them in turn. “Have you brought me some angel-flavoured snacks, my little caramel?”

“They’re not snacks,” Simon snapped, his voice trembling despite himself, “and I wouldn’t bring you anything!”

“Tell us where you hid the Book of the White.” Clary demanded.

“The what?”

“Don’t act smart. The only reason this coffin is open is because the shadowhunters need something from you.” Raphael insisted. “The second we deem you useless, you get chained right back up again.”

“It’s a warlock spellbook,” Izzy explained, “Ragnor Fell gave it to you.”

Camille’s eyes lit up, and she started to sit up slowly. “It’s only taken him a hundred years to notice it was gone, he must be taking his vitamins.”

“We need it for my mother,” Clary raised her chin, “to help stop Valentine.”

“Valentine? My goodness, you really do need me.” Camille laughed, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Well, we’ve got no time to lose, then. Step aside, Raphael, there’s a good boy.”

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” Raphael chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re going to tell them where the damned book is or I’m going to let Isabelle here stake you through the heart. It would save us all a lot of time and energy.”

“Are you really going to let them kill me? I made you. I’m your sire.” Camille said to Simon, her eyebrows furrowed.

Simon put his hands on his hips. “You say sire, I say murderer. You can rot in hell, Camille. I bet you don’t even remember my name.”

Camille pressed her lips together, and Clary clenched her jaw.

“You really don’t remember? You’re sick.” She spat. “Tell us where the book is!”

“What, so you can just put me back in this box?” Camille shook her head. “No. What you’re going to do is, you’re going to let me go and I’m going to lead you to the book. Otherwise no deal. If you kill me, you’ll never find it. I promise you that.”

Izzy bit her lip, considering their options. If they let Camille go, it would be difficult for the Clave to recapture her, but not impossible. They’d wake Jocelyn and save countless mundanes and downworlders from Valentine’s plans. If they left Camille here, they’d have to find a way to get to Valentine without Jocelyn, which would make everything a lot more difficult. Thousands of downworlders and dozens of mundanes could die.

“We have to,” Izzy murmured, making eye contact with Clary.

“You are not taking her.” Raphael warned them, his fangs dropping.

“What choice do we have?” Simon asked miserably, “we need to wake Jocelyn. Alec will catch her. We know he will.”

“She’s too dangerous,” Raphael insisted, grasping the coffin and beginning to close it.

Camille rolled her eyes, and moved as quick as a flash, diving at Raphael and ramming him into the wall behind him, his head knocking into the brick. He slumped to the floor as she let him go, unconscious. Straightening up, she flipped her long hair over her shoulder and flashed the others a smirk. “Let’s go.”

“Is he alright?!” Simon asked, his eyes wide. Camille grabbed his wrist, dragging him towards the door.

“He’ll be fine,” Camille shrugged, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Clary and Izzy were following. “And I’ll need one more thing from you, my little caramel.”

Simon blanched. “What?”

“I need a written agreement that you asked me to turn you,” she explained. “That way I can go free to start again, far far away, without the Clave yapping at my heels.”

“No way, that’s too far. Simon isn’t signing anything.” Clary growled, catching up to them. “You killed him, he isn’t giving you a damned thing.”

“If you don’t, I’m not helping you find the book.” Camille warned. Simon swallowed hard, and nodded.

“You don’t have to do that, Simon,” Izzy insisted, but Simon wrenched his hand out of Camille’s grasp, falling into step next to her.

“Yes I do. Jocelyn’s like a Mom to me too, Iz. I’ll do anything to save her.”

“Excellent!” Camille purred, “I know just the warlock to draw it up.”

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It hadn’t taken too long for Luke’s pack to locate Hodge. They cornered him near the docks in just over an hour, keeping him pinned down, quite literally, until Alec was able to reach the scene. Hodge looked pale with terror, on his back underneath a shifted werewolf, and Alec felt a twist of satisfaction to look at it.

“He doesn’t have the mortal cup. He must have already given it to Valentine. Maia, let him up.” Luke ordered as Alec neared them, and the beta wolf growled in Hodge’s face before reluctantly getting off him, padding over to stand next to Luke as Alec yanked Hodge to his feet.

“Thank the angel you’re here,” Hodge muttered breathlessly, gripping onto Alec’s jacket with wide eyes. “The Clave are trying to frame me, because of Raj-”

Alec punched him in the nose, flooring him in an instant. He didn’t even feel the anger, he just fell to his knees and rained down punches on Hodge’s face and chest, and it was only when Luke rushed forwards to grab him did he realise he was shouting, roaring in anger. As Luke pulled him up, the beta wolf, Maia, tilted her head to the side, and bared her teeth like she was smiling.

“Alec, we need him. Get a hold of yourself.” Luke reminded him, though he patted Alec on the shoulder.

Hodge didn’t move a muscle, totally unconscious, and Alec sniffed, wiping his hands on his trousers.

“He got past me, Luke. Just ‘cause he said he was gay. And then he has the nerve-”

“I get it. I get it better than most.” Luke soothed, squeezing his arm. “Valentine was my parabatai, I understand betrayal and I understand the drive for revenge.. Just sit down for a minute. He’s not going anywhere.”

Alec nodded, lowering himself to the ground with shaky knees. “You’re right. You’re right.” He turned his face away from Hodge’s prone form, looking out over the water.

“You stay here, alright? I’ll deal with this.” Luke promised, backing away from him, and Alec frowned.

“What are you talking about? I’m not going to just sit here while you take him back to the institute; they wouldn’t let you in, for starters.”

He glanced over at Luke to see him dragging a barely conscious Hodge to his feet, slapping him a few times to wake him up. As Alec moved to get up to help, Maia and another wolf rounded on him, Maia putting a warning paw on his chest.

“This is between me and Valentine, Alec. It’ll take too long to interrogate Hodge, I have to go after Valentine now before he creates a rogue army. We don’t have time. I’m sorry, Alec.” Luke said, pulling Hodge away. Alec growled under his breath, looking up into the faces of the two wolves holding him there.

“You’ll need backup!” Alec shouted, but Luke didn’t look back. He sighed and let Maia push him back down to sit. “You know, I could arrest the two of you for interfering with Clave business.”

Maia huffed, and Alec pressed his lips together.

“I’m just saying I COULD.”

The two wolves looked at each other for a moment, and then back at Alec.

“Can I at least use my phone?”

Maia took her paw off Alec’s chest and sat next to him on the curb. Alec glanced at the other wolf, who looked a little more antsy, but who turned their head when Alec slowly pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Hey, Iz, where are you?” Alec asked as she answered the phone, crossing one ankle over the other.

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“Alec’s gonna meet us at Magnus’.” Izzy told the others, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “He’s got a couple of wolves tailing him. Luke took Hodge and went after Valentine himself.”

“They have unfinished business,” Clary nodded, glad that Luke was in control of the situation. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Alec to do his job, but she knew Luke’s stake in this was more personal than anyone’s. He wouldn’t let Valentine go again, not this time.

“Shadowhunter drama is exhausting,” Camille sighed. “Don’t you ever just take vacations?”

Clary, Izzy and Simon glared at her, and she shrugged. The door of Magnus’ loft opened before Simon could knock, Magnus standing in the hallway looking pensive.

“What do you want?” He asked, his uneasy eyes on Camille, who just smiled sweetly at him.

“Magnus, you look just as lovely as I remember. A little heavier, perhaps, but…”

“What do you want?” Magnus repeated, closing his robe a little tighter.

“She wants a contract saying Simon asked to be turned.” Izzy answered, giving Camille a little shove into Magnus’ loft. “She won’t give us the Book of the White without it.”

Camille and Magnus were looking at each other like they were having a silent conversation, and Simon felt uncomfortable just watching them. He was terrified of Camille and he’d only been on the receiving end of her manipulations for a couple of weeks. He couldn’t imagine how Magnus was feeling at that moment. Clary and Izzy sheathed their weapons, satisfied that Raphael hadn’t managed to follow them.

“I’m going to go and wait for Alec outside, check the wolves aren’t giving him too much grief.” Izzy murmured, glancing at her phone.

“Simon, can I talk to you for a minute?” Clary tugged Simon out to the balcony, leaving Magnus and Camille alone.

“How long has it been, hmm? One hundred? One hundred and fifty years?” Camille asked, reaching up to run her fingers across Magnus’ cheek. He flinched away from it, and led her into the apothecary.

“One hundred and thirty eight,” Magnus answered, lifting his chin. “And oddly, I haven’t missed you at all.”

Camille glanced around the room, laughing lightly. “Of course you have, my love.”

“I thought I was done with you.” Magnus muttered, reaching for a piece of parchment.

“We’ll never be done with each other, you and I.” Camille purred, perching on the desk next to him.

“Oh, I put you in my past years ago. That is never going to change.”

Camille leaned closer to him, giving him a whiff of that same perfume that she used to wear all those years ago. “Don’t be like that. We had so much fun together. Besides, it’s petty to hold grudges.”

“You may have had fun picking me apart piece by piece, but it’s not one of the highlights of that century for me, let’s just put it that way.” Magnus snapped, contorting his fingers over the parchment, making the contract appear on the sheet.

“You’ve always been sensitive.” Camille sighed, trailing her fingers down his arm, “that must have been why I left you, I can barely remember.”

Magnus hated himself for letting that sting, but he couldn’t help it. How could she not remember the show of strength, decades overdue, when he finally left her? When he finally packed his bags and told her that he was done? How could she have forgotten?

“Oh, yes. Now I recall.” Camille mused, shaking her head with a smile. “You were upset by my dalliance with that short-lived Russian. Always with the monogamy unless it was you in the middle, hmm?”

“That’s not why I left and you know it.” Magnus replied coldly, his eyes on the parchment. “I feel nothing for you or for anything that happened between us. Gave that up over a century ago.”

Camille smiled. “You see? I was right. Love is fleeting.”

“And yet true love cannot die,” Magnus shot back. He regretted it as soon as he let it escape his lips, and with a glance at Camille he knew that she had figured it out.

“Oh, my darling. Have you fooled yourself thinking you’ve fallen in love… Again?”

Magnus clenched his jaw, finishing up the writ with a flick of his wrist. “That is none of your concern.”

“True love may not die,” Camille smirked, “but people can.”

“If only you’d do us all a favour and prove that yourself-”

“So touchy.” Camille cooed, stroking his chest. “So I’m right. Two hundred years later and you’re still as naive as the day I met you. It’s almost endearing. But we both know what lurks underneath this pretty shell, Magnus. What kind of darkness hides in your heart. You wouldn’t know what to do with a true lover if you found them.”

Magnus pursed his lips, snatching up the writ from his desk. “You know nothing about me.”

“Oh… Oh, Magnus, my love.” Camille tutted. Her red manicured nails wrapped around his cravat. “I know everything about you. Including…” She sniffed the air delicately. “Oh, darling. You stupid, beautiful boy.” She laughed, grasping his chin with her free hand. “A shadowhunter. You’ve given your heart to a shadowhunter.”

“He’s everything that you are not.” Magnus snarled, his eyes gleaming amber.

Camille flashed him her teeth, and tugged him in for a kiss, the sharp edge of her fangs catching his lip and making him gasp. She hummed into it, and Magnus shoved her back, wiping at the swell of blood on his mouth. He felt a little sick at the satisfaction on her face, the hunger in her eyes at the taste of his blood, and he turned his face away from her to see Alec standing in the doorway.

For a moment, Magnus and Alec just stared at each other, Magnus’ heart going cold in his chest. Camille must have smelled Alec and Izzy coming, must have timed it just for this. Alec turned his attention to Camille and glared at her, rolling his eyes when she smiled sweetly at him.

“You certainly have a type, don’t you, darling? Brunette, tall… A little… Sassy. He’s cute.” She drawled, looking Alec up and down. “Too bad it won’t last.”

Izzy’s face was cold with anger, and Magnus shrank away from the Lightwood siblings, shame crawling through his veins. “Say that again,” she warned, her eyes intent on Camille, “and you won’t last.”

Alec snorted, and walked past the vampire, going to Magnus’ side. “You alright?”

“She pounced on me, I didn’t-”

“I know, it’s okay. Exes can be a lot, huh?” He murmured, and Magnus smiled, sucking his lower lip into his mouth to soothe the sting lingering from Camille’s fangs.

“A lot.” Magnus agreed, the tightness in his chest easing a little. “Now, Camille, we’ve fulfilled our end of the bargain. Where’s the Book of the White?”

Simon and Clary wandered in, the two of them looking a little less depressed after checking in with each other. “Yeah, I’ll sign your stupid contract once you tell us where the book is.”

Camille rolled her head on her neck, pulling a hairpin from her head and walking over to Simon. “Sign first, book later.” She pressed, and Simon looked to Alec for advice.

“Just do it, she’s not getting out of here with all five of us ready to kill her.” Alec shrugged, and Camille smirked at him over her shoulder, pricking Simon’s finger with the hairpin and making him yelp.

“Oh, that explains it. You’re a murderer. Magnus never liked virtue in his lovers.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Clary snapped.

Alec didn’t bother to grace her with a response. He knew her type, he’d been bullied throughout his time at the academy in Alicante. He’d been called a lot worse than a murderer.

“Where do I sign?” Simon sighed, holding out his bleeding finger with a grimace on his face. Magnus took his shoulder and showed him, handing him a quill to make it easier. The moment Simon finished writing the ‘s’ of Lewis, Camille snatched it from the desk and rolled it up, tucking it into her dress.

“Excellent.” She purred, cupping Simon’s chin. “Now we’re both free to live our lives without fear of the Clave.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Alec sing-songed, tangling his hands together behind his back. “I’m still the head of the institute, and if I get a whiff of you in New York after today I will send my entire staff after you.”

Camille glanced at Magnus, who looked nervous, and tilted her head to the side. “Then I suppose we’d better hurry, hmm? The sun will be up in a couple of hours.” She looked at Clary, adjusting her dress. “The book is at my apartment in Manhattan.”

“I’ll drive,” Simon volunteered, and everyone looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. It took him a moment, but he smiled when he remembered, “portals exist.”

Magnus chuckled and turned towards the wall to cast them a portal. “Still the same place?” He guessed, not looking at Camille.

“Of course, darling. I’m a creature of habit.”

Izzy scoffed, and put her hands on her hips.

The room was tense and silent as Magnus finished creating the portal, everyone except Camille looking serious and withdrawn. They were so close to retrieving the Book of the White and waking up Jocelyn. Izzy and Clary went through the portal first to keep Camille from running away, followed by Camille and Simon, and finally Magnus and Alec. Alec reached out to grasp Magnus’ sleeve as they stepped through the magic gateway, and Magnus twisted his wrist to take his hand, squeezing his fingers gently.

“I’m fairly sure it’s in the drawing room, but it could be in the library. It’s been a long time.” Camille sighed, gesturing at the walls of books around them. “Better get looking.”

“Are you kidding me?! You don’t even know where it is?” Izzy demanded, shaking her head. “This is not a fair deal!”

Clary was walking towards Camille to give her a good punch again when her phone rang, her heart leaping into her throat as she saw Luke’s name flashing on the screen. “Luke? Did you get him?”

“No, there were too many of them. Still got Hodge, though.” Luke panted, “He’s heading for you, kid, you have to get out of there. He knows you’re trying to wake Jocelyn.”

“We can’t leave, we have to find the book.” Clary insisted. “We have to wake up Mom.”

“Clary-”

Clary hung up the phone, and turned to the others. “We haven’t got time to deal with Camille, we have to find that book now. Valentine’s on his way.”

“We’ll check the library, there’s more books there.” Magnus suggested, gesturing with his head for Alec and Simon to follow him. He was sort of familiar with Camille’s library; it hadn’t changed much since he was last here, and he’d spent a lot of time reading in here while Camille had her way with whatever mundane she’d picked to cheat on Magnus with that week.

“What does the book look like?” Alec asked. His head was tilted back a little to look up at all the shelves.

“It’s white and gold,” Magnus told them, striding over to the sliding ladder to start checking the higher shelves. “On its spine is the word ‘album’.”

“Album?” Simon repeated, “what, does it have photos in it?”

“Album means white,” Alec explained before Magnus could open his mouth. “Why is a warlock book bound in the shadowhunter colours?”

Magnus pressed his lips together, scanning the shelf in front of him, “Because originally it was meant to be a reference for shadowhunters. But Ragnor’s mother, or adopted mother, decided against granting the shadowhunters access to the spells and potions in there. The shadowhunters were too big a threat back then; the angel blood in them wasn’t as diluted and they had access to a touch of magic.”

Alec hummed, his fingers running along each shelf in turn. “I heard that. About our ancestors having magic. I don’t blame the warlocks for wanting to keep their secrets. Shadowhunters back then were savages.”

“Like Valentine?” Simon pressed tentatively, and Alec nodded.

“The only thing that kept them from totally wiping out downworlders was the fact that they enjoyed hunting them for sport.” Alec said quietly, his eyes darting up towards Magnus. “They were animals.”

“Seems Ragnor did his job of teaching this generation the truth of their lineage,” Magnus mused, his tone light to break the macabre tension in the room. “Any luck down there?”

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“Magnus said before that the book is white and gold.” Clary explained, “most of these books are brown or black, so it should be easy.”

Izzy nodded and went to the opposite side of the room. Camille had scarpered the moment Magnus left the room, and neither Izzy or Clary made a move to stop her. They’d get her another time. “What’s the plan for when Valentine shows up?”

“No idea,” Clary admitted, “but we can’t let him get this book.”

“Alright,” Izzy chuckled, shaking her head as her eyes swept along the shelves closest to the door, “I guess that’s worked for us up until now.”

“I got it!” Clary yelped, plucking the Book of the White off the wall. “This is it! Look, it has the Latin for white on the side, this must be it!”

Izzy turned to cross the room to see, but ran into a solid chest. With a glance up, she saw it was Valentine, but before she could flick out her whip, his seraph dagger was pressed to her throat. One of his new shadowhunters grabbed Clary, and to Izzy’s dismay, Alec, Magnus and Simon were marched in too, all held like her with blades to their necks.

“Well done, Clarissa. You came so close.” Valentine sneered, yanking Izzy around to face Clary by her hair. “You’ve done well. Assembled a little army, figured out the problems that arose. You did lose one soldier,” Valentine smirked at Magnus, who clenched his jaw, “and of course, you let a dangerous vampire run free, but… You are promising.”

“What do you want, Valentine?” Clary spat, meeting Magnus’ eyes, who tilted his head just a little, as if to say ‘keep him talking.’

Valentine pulled Izzy along with him as he walked over to Clary. “That’s very simple. I want you by my side, helping me lead our army. It is your birthright, after all.”

“She’s not interested!” Simon insisted, making Valentine turn to look at him, Izzy hissing in pain as the dagger dug into her skin.

“Oh, yes, I forgot about you. You really should have kept a better eye on your little mundane friend, Clarissa. Letting him get turned into a filthy vampire. Should’ve let him die, he would have been better off.” Valentine mused. “Ah, well, there’s always a chance to right our wrongs.” He nodded at the shadowhunter who was holding Simon. “Kill him.”

The shadowhunter holding Magnus, next to Simon, collapsed to the ground, and Magnus burst free from his arms, sending a shockwave from his body and knocking everyone in the room to the ground. Alec had his seraph blade out before he even hit the floor, and lunged back up to his feet before the shadowhunter that had been holding him, cutting his achilles tendon and incapacitating him. The shadowhunter that had been holding Simon was quicker than his friend, and bore down on Simon. Alec only just reached him in time to block his killing blow, and the two of them started exchanging swings of a sword, Alec putting his back to Simon to protect him.

“Simon, run to the institute and bring backup,” Alec ordered, glancing over at the others between blows.

Izzy was trying to get Valentine’s blade from his hand, but he had years of experience on her. Clary was standing over a dead shadowhunter looking shell-shocked, and Magnus was on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. Izzy cried out, and Alec’s stomach lurched to see Valentine grab her, abandoning his fight with the shadowhunter to run towards them.

“Wake your mother, Clarissa. Soon we’ll all be together again,” Valentine smiled, smashing a portal stone into the ground and dragging Izzy with him.

“No!” Alec screamed, sprinting for the portal, but Magnus caught his ankle and sent him flying. “Magnus, let me go!”

“If you go through that portal,” Magnus panted, squeezing his eyes shut as it closed, “you’ll be lost. You don’t know where it was coming out, you’d have been stuck in limbo.”

Clary screamed in rage as the last shadowhunter, the one that had been fighting Alec, went for Magnus, and stabbed him through the stomach. The moment he hit the ground, Clary dropped her seraph blade, hands shaking. Magnus heaved himself up off the ground, and pulled her into a hug.

“It’s alright, Biscuit,” he told her, “you had to.”

Clary stared at Alec over his shoulder, and Alec stared back, both pairs of eyes empty and lost.

Izzy was gone.

Alec got up silently, stepping past Magnus’ offer of a hug and walking over to the shadowhunter he’d incapacitated, dragging him to his feet. “Where did they go?” He demanded, but the shadowhunter said nothing, opening his mouth in a bloody grin. His tongue fell out and onto the floor, and Alec dropped him, recoiling. He’d bitten out his own tongue. He looked over at Magnus, who looked grim but unsurprised.

“We’ll find her, Alexander. I promise.”

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Luke was waiting for them back at the institute, his clothes torn and blood-spattered. “Werewolf healing, I’m fine,” he assured Clary as she checked him over for signs of injury, “Hodge is in custody.”

Alec walked right past the two of them once he’d handed the mute shadowhunter over to Raj, going up to Lydia. “Have you sent a team to the docks?”

“Yes. We think that Valentine has access to a cargo vessel. He’s gone over water to avoid our tracking.” She explained. “I’m so sorry, Alec.”

“Izzy’s fine,” he replied, “she’s unharmed, she’s just trapped. If he planned to kill her he would have done it already.” Alec was trying to convince himself more than anyone else, forcing himself to think rationally so the panic clawing up his throat wouldn’t overwhelm him. Magnus came up behind him, and took his elbow gently.

“You need to get out of your binder, Alexander,” he reminded him, and Alec nodded, letting Magnus lead him to his room. Magnus hesitated in the door when they got there, but Alec pulled him inside.

“Stay?” Alec asked, “just for a while?”

“Of course.” Magnus answered, “do you want me to turn around while you-”

Alec pulled his shirt over his head, quirking his eyebrow at Magnus. “Do you want to turn around?”

“I…” Magnus’ mouth open and closed a few times. “Alec, I…”

“How about I turn around?” Alec suggested, sucking his lower lip into his mouth before turning his back to Magnus and peeling off his binder, his toned muscles bunching and relaxing as he lifted his arms. Magnus swallowed hard as Alec reached for his sports bra. “You doing okay back there?”

“I’m great.” Magnus insisted, wringing his hands together as Alec wriggled into his clothes. “I’m, uh, I’m sorry that you had to see me kiss Camille. I didn’t want to.”

Alec turned back around, settling his shirt back over his hips. “Anyone with eyes could see that you didn’t want it. It’s fine. She seems… Well, I don’t like to use the word insane, but…”

“Something is definitely off in that twisted little brain,” Magnus agreed.

“She was right about one thing, though. This won’t last. At least, not for you.” Alec sighed, walking over to his dresser and picking up the framed picture of he and Izzy that sat there. He looked at it hard for a moment. “My whole life will go by in a flash for you. What’ll happen when-”

“Alexander,” Magnus said softly, putting his hand on Alec’s waist. “I may be the High Warlock of Brooklyn, but even I can’t tell the future. We’ve only just met. Who knows what’s going to happen between us in the weeks and months to come, hmm?” He stroked Alec’s back soothingly. “Besides, right now we need to focus on Izzy.”

“I don’t know where to start,” Alec confessed, putting the picture down. “I have no idea what to do. It feels like I’m staring at a brick wall.”

“Well, we can start by waking Jocelyn. She might have a better idea about what Valentine’s plans are than we do. And now he’s made himself an army of shadowhunters…”

“There’s no telling what his endgame is,” Alec finished. Magnus was right. Jocelyn could provide insight into what Valentine was up to, and if they could just get ahead of him, there was a chance of them getting Izzy back. No doubt Izzy was doing her best to escape too; Alec had faith, deep down, that she was strong enough to come through this. Still, Alec hated the thought of her all alone, surrounded by Valentine and his army of new shadowhunters. “Let’s go.”

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Clary sat in the infirmary with her mother and Luke, staring at Jocelyn’s sleeping face. Her mind was totally blank, as blank as the look on her face, as she saw the lifeless bodies of the shadowhunters she’d killed, over and over again. There was an awareness in her that she should feel something. But she just… Didn’t.

“What happened back there, Clary?” Luke asked softly, touching her shoulder. “Come on, kid, talk to me. I’m here.”

“I’m alright,” Clary answered, tearing her eyes from Jocelyn’s face to look up at him. “We just have to wake up Mom so we can get Izzy back.”

Saying her name hurt, and Clary was somewhat relieved to know she could still feel something.

She should have been quicker; if she hadn’t been so absorbed in that dead shadowhunter, she could have helped. She could have stopped Valentine from grabbing Izzy. Maybe Valentine would have been just another dead body slumped at her feet. Maybe Izzy would be sitting there next to her, squeezing her hand. But she’d hesitated, and now Izzy was gone.

“Biscuit?”

Clary looked up at the sound of Magnus’ voice, but she couldn’t quite summon a smile. “We’re ready,” she told him, giving he and Alec space beside Jocelyn’s body.

Magnus nodded and opened the book, flicking through the pages deftly. He swept his hand over Jocelyn’s body, and frowned when his magic fizzled. “Must still be a little low from the fight,” he muttered, glancing at Alec. “I don’t suppose you could…”

Alec offered him his hand, but Magnus tilted his head a little, a small smile on his face. “What?”

“A kiss would be more efficient.” Magnus told him, and Alec snorted through a reluctant smile, leaning in to press his lips to Magnus’.

“When did this happen?” Luke muttered to Clary, who smiled weakly at him.

Magnus hummed into the kiss, feeling Alec’s energy fizzle through his veins, and pulled away. “Thank you, Alexander.”

“You are very welcome,” Alec murmured, eyes warm.

“Luke, put your arms under her ready to catch, or she’ll fall.” Magnus instructed, waving his hand over Jocelyn once more and nodding when it took, the blue-silver magic crackling in the air. He said the incantation, his magic rumbling and sinking into Jocelyn’s skin in thunderous bursts, and after the third burst, the green energy surrounding her dissipated, and she tumbled gently into Luke’s arms.

“Mom?” Clary stepped forward, and Magnus tugged Alec back to give the family of three a little space.

Jocelyn’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled to see Luke holding her. “Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Luke’s eyes filled with relieved tears, and he lifted her slightly, cradling her close to his chest. She kissed his cheek gently, resting her forehead on his temple.

“Mom?” Clary repeated as Luke let Jocelyn down. As Jocelyn turned to look, Clary fell into her arms, burying her face in her mother’s shoulder. “You’re alright.”

“And so are you,” Jocelyn sighed, clutching her close. “Oh, Clary, I am so…” She noticed the runes on Clary’s arms, and pulled back. “You’re…”

“A shadowhunter. Yeah.” Clary nodded, squeezing her hands.

“A pretty good one, too.” Alec supplied.

Jocelyn looked between Alec and Clary, and then to Magnus and Luke. “How long was I asleep?”

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Izzy was thrown careening onto the deck the moment that the portal closed behind them, barely catching herself. She turned over to see Valentine standing over her, three shadowhunters jogging over to them. Not one of them was familiar to Izzy, and her heart sank. Valentine really had created an army.

“Take her to the cells.” Valentine ordered, smirking at Izzy as she was dragged to her feet. “You’re lucky that you look like your mother, Miss Lightwood.”

Izzy spat in his face. “Traitor.”

“You’ve got her fire as well,” Valentine chuckled, wiping his face. “How nice. Take her away.”

“You don’t have to listen to him,” Izzy insisted, digging in her heels as the three shadowhunters pulled her below deck, “he’s not what you think!”

Valentine turned to watch the sunrise, leaning on the railing in front of him. “A new day begins,” he muttered, raising his chin.

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[purple-haired-faerie]

Alec learns about Transgender

Alec had long since accepted, and was proud of the fact he was part of the LGBT community.

But a certain conversation made him realize he didn't fully understand all the letters

He got the LGB part. That "man and woman fall in love and live happily ever after" didn't fit everyone.

He was married to his beautiful husband for goodness sake

But it was the "T" he didn't fully understand. Transgender.

He understood in a definition. That someone's biological sex and psychological sex didn't match but knowing the definition and understanding it were separate

He started with the "Google" thing that Clary and Simon spoke off whenever one of their social group didn't know something.

It helped to an point but it wasn't quite enough.

Given how the Shadowhunter world viewed anything that wasn't fighting demons and being respectable he didn't even bother looking at any Shadowhunter related literature.

So he decided to talk to someone who was Transgender. Who better to help him understand the word when it described as aspect of who they were.

So he went to visit Diana.

Once they were settled he decided to just straight up ask and avoid beating around the bush and avoiding what he'd come for

"I've been thinking... about what you told me. About you being Transgender" he began and the immediate horror on Diana's face was obvious.

Alec quickly continued. "I told you it was something I unfortunately didn't have much knowledge on. Something I don't understand. I was wondering if you could help. As someone who is both a tutor and Transgender you seemed like a good person to ask"

And so he did. Diana answered all of Alec's questions, repeating things so he could make sure his notes were accurate. Told him good sources of information for further research. Gave her honest opinions on what she would like to see for other Transgender Shadowhunters.

Over the next few months, Alec made some changes.

Those who were Transgender could legally changed their gender on all legal documents, along with their preferred name. Deliberately missgendering or dead naming someone would have consequences.

Since the silent brother's were unable to do any of the medical procedures, Transgender Shadowhunters were allowed to use Mundane medicine to be able to gain their correct bodies without fear of consequences.

He might not fully understand it, for he was not one of them but he understood that trans people were people and deserved to be treated with respect. That Trans women were as much of a woman as the likes of his sister, mother and some of his closest friends. Trans men were just as much of a man as his brothers, father, parabatai and husband.

Anyone who told Alec otherwise would have some sense knocked into them with the closest heavy object Alec could lay his hands on

#alec lightwood #diana wrayburn #queen of air and shadows #lgbtq positivity #transwoman #transisbeautiful #transgender

[thomaslightwoodenthusiast]

in honour of pride month beginning here is the (hopefully) full list of chaotic things that took place on magnus and alec’s first date in chronological order:

alec spilling a glass of wine all over himself

magnus watching him take his shirt off and almost forgetting to give him one of his own shirts to borrow

said shirt saying something like ‘glitter babe’ on it i.e the polar opposite of what alec usually dresses like (forgive me if i’m wrong with what was on the shirt- it’s been a hot minute since i read tbc)

the butt song on the subway train that magnus thought was hilarious but gave alec a crisis

alec wishing for the sweet release of death as a result of that

alec, unglamoured, dropkicking a mundane teen for trying to steal magnus’s wallet

alec having his second crisis because of the girl flirting with him and telling him he could be in movies (didn’t he say he wanted to jump in front of the train?)

raphael turning up at the restaurant

“aren’t you twelve? i faintly recall you being twelve.”

raphael in general just being funny and bullying them

alec choking on the food because it was so hot

magnus slowly descending into a mild panic

them making out on the staircase and almost breaking the bannister because it was so weak

them staring at each other when alec was about to leave, then ending up making out on the floor again

alec actually leaving this time, only instead he walks out backwards whilst maintaining eye contact with magnus leading to him FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS

bonus point:

“you have something on your neck”

“what”

“what have you been up to all night anyway?”

“i took a walk to clear my head”

“and ran into a vampire?”

“no! i fell!”

“...on your neck?”

not their first date but chaotic nonetheless

#happy pride 🌈 #lgbtq #bisexual #lesbian #gay #transgender #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #queer #the mortal instruments #the dark artifices #magnus bane #alec lightwood #magnus lightwood bane #alexander gideon lightwood #alec lightwood bane #malec #iconic

[noveltyreads]

The Red Scrolls of Magic by Cassandra Clare book review

WHO WANTS TO HEAR A FANGIRL FANGIRLING OVER A BOOK? You... because you are reading this clearly And yes... this will be a whole bunch of words depicting an absolutely fantastic novel which has made my heart swoon so much and laugh so hard. Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh gosh! So let's start from... well the start. Magnus and Alec on rendezvous in EUROPE!? UMMM HECK YES!! I must admit (because it was so NOT obvious in the first place) that I LIVE for LGBTQ+ books. I may be straight but my god I live and breathe diverse novels. As a young kid it used to be a guilty pleasure of mine but nowadays I shove those books in people's faces until it becomes sensory overload. And no I'm not joking. But OH MY GOSH this book was the chilli in my Malec salsa... it made me cry feels like anything. I was shipping SO HARD and this just MADE it and not only that but I got a second ship sailing but... I won't say anything for spoilery reasons. There was also the whole storyline of the cult: The Crimson Hand (which I found hugely ironic since I just did a paper about cults) and honestly it 1000% sounded like something Magnus Bane would do... The Crimson Hand's rules were like something I would write "Party. Party. Party and also give the leader a massage (she definitely needs it.)" cults and shadowhunters were things I never thought I needed to clash together but once it was there...My wig let's just say was snatched. There were some characters I just met in this book that weren't in the others but can I just say... I loved them already. Characters like Leon the French romantic made me laugh so much with his attempts at kissing either Magnus or Alec. The character that was probably the most prominent was Shinyun, a Korean warlock that was just so hard core and badass I loved her so much. I did kind of predict the plot twist though I always knew something was off about her but the ending was another thing altogether and I don't think I'd live until September 2020 for the sequel. And I could not even go through this review without mentioning Raphael Santiago probably THE BEST character out of this book. If you had a sarcasm-o-meter for this vampire he would be chart-topping because his whole thing about not socialising with people and how people were just SO annoying was some banter I came out of my half-dead teenage soul for. The cultural diversity and LGBTQ+ representation was done more justice than any other I've seen in YA fantasy. There was the "samgakdo" a traditional Korean three sided blade and the "hanbok" a traditional Korean dress. There was also the whole thing with Helen, a bi-sexual shadowhunter/faerie who showed Alec that he could be proud of who he was and that whole message melted my insides like a cheese toastie on a sandwich press. But yes, thoroughly recommend. This book. Is lit. <3 ACTUAL RATING: 4.4 STARS 

#the red scrolls of magic #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #cassandra clare #books #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #lgbtq #gay #lesbian #bisexual #transgender #fantasy #the eldest curses #clockwork angel #clockwork prince #clockwork princess #city of bones #city of ashes #city of glass #city of fallen angels #city of lost souls #city of heavenly fire #lady midnight #lord of shadows #queen of air and darkness #book reviewer #reviews #diversity

[z0mbie1uvr]

Damn....remember when gay characters in the media were only used as comic relief and to be the “gay best friend”

#i am disgusted #but #i am proud of the characters of today #alec lightwood #rosa diaz #raymond holt #shadowhunters #brooklyn 99 #magnus bane #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #skam #theres many more i love ofc but i cant put them all in #transgender #bisexual #gay #lgbtpride #lgbt #social media #lesbian

[malecficlibrary]

So You Kissed Me On the Futon by oh_la_fraise

Part #3 of the Drum It All Away series

Chapters: One-Shot Genre: Human AU Length: Under 1K Rating: Teen & Up Secondary Characters: Izzy Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Raj Secondary Pairings: None Additional Relationships: None Themes: Alec POV, College, Domesticity, Established Relationship, Fluff, Transgender Alec    

Summary:

Alec collapsed against him as if someone had cut the strings that were holding him up. Fuck, he was tired. “Hi.”

Magnus stroked a hand through his hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

“You don’t even know how I did,” he mumbled into Magnus’s hair.

#malec fic rec #a: oh la fraise #series: drum it all away #one shot #human au #under 1k #rated t #s: izzy lightwood #s: jace wayland #s: raj #sp: none #r: none #alec pov #college #domesticity #established relationship #fluff #transgender alec #queue

[silverfiresoul]

Idk dudes, it's just LGBT backgrounds with some of my favourite characters. Lemme know if you want some lmao ~like/reblog if you save/use~

#gay #bisexual #pansexual #lesbian #polysexual #aromantic #agender #genderfluid #transgender #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #clary fray #clary fairchild #atla #lok #avatar #korra #avatar korra #katara #young justice #kaldur'ahm #aqualad #deadpool #spiderman #wade wilson #peter parker #voltron #shiro #takashi shirogane #vld

[peteypieandwadeykins4eva]

i used to feel really guilty about being a straight white girl who loves mlm ships but it turns out I'm actually a gay white boy.

I'm just a boy, who wants a relationship with another boy, that like to see other boys in relationships with boys. Boys are cool.

#malec #Magnus Bane #Alec lightwood #shadowhunters #gay ships #fetishisation of gays #straight white girls #transgender #gay #sterek #destiel #I don't ship enough ships

[otps-killl-me]

[Not mine] Does anyone else think that this should exist (naturally)? A pride rose! Can't get more recognition than that 😂

#pride #lgbt #pride month #tumblrpride #gay #biseuxal #pansexual #lesbian #transgender #lgbt community #coming out #rose #beautiful #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #aridante #kagehina #daisuga #ereri #yumikuri #victuuri #otayuri

[sairalinde666-blog]

Shadowhunters- The unspoken LGBTA+ Fandom

Perhaps it is just me but until this week I was unaware how awesome the shadowhunters series really is; for mainly this reason: the LGBTA+ representation (canonically speaking) is fantastic. 

We have an asexual vampire (which probably stood out the most for me, since you very rarely see any asexual characters that explicitly voice that they are in fact asexual), a bisexual warlock and a gay shadowhunter, along with a handful of other gay/ bisexual characters that were mentioned in passing. 

Now, I am aware that three LGBTA characters (although they are technically main characters, not just supporting) isn’t a lot, but let’s keep in mind that these three are also of non-white ethnicity (I’m not going to say what nationalities they are because I honestly have no idea), which is absolutely brilliant in representing our community, as opposed to the traditional white token twinks that are thrown in as background characters if the writers wish to introduce an LGBT character.

Right, so next? Let’s see a butch black lesbian werewolf with an equally hot mundane trans girlfriend in a cute flannel and ripped jeans. A small trans boy that goes to Alec because he wants advice on how to talk to boys; obviously Alec doesn’t know shit so he sends him to Magnus, thus leading the warlock to teach little Tommy how to mix a mean martini and maybe even use his magic to give the lad the body he’s always dreamed about... 

This fandom is my everything right now; let’s make it better, let’s bring trans, agender, aromantic, pansexual characters into the canon because frankly, we need it. 

#transgender #asexual #gay #lesbian #lgbt #lgbta #shadowhunters #werewolves #vampire #mundane #magnus bane #alec lightwood #magnus x alec #raphael #raphael santiago #clary fairchild #jace herondale #jace lightwood #jace wayland #so gay i love it #bring me all the gay #Tommy is my child #Someone please make this a fanfic #I need it #Help me

[beclynn-herondale]

What annoys me is that the people hating on Jace aren’t thinking about the society he grew up in. The shadowhunter society is so corrupt it’s crazy and they definitely don’t make an effort to make sure their youth knows what they’re doing is right and what they’re doing is wrong. Young shadowhunters have to depend on the people they meet and their life experiences to stay “woke” but Jace literally grew up alone in the institute with three other siblings and no friends. (1/2)

Hi anon, so first

(The Tea is piping Hot, and thank you for bringing this up )

I honestly agree with you, and this is actually something I have thought on a lot and yes it was written so many years ago that yeah of course some things we aren't going to agree with cause it's 2020 and things are different now. And the traits Cassie wrote in Jace were popular back then and Cliches were too and we need to keep this in mind.

And yes the Shadowhunters are terrible with educating their own, most shadowhunters have not been educated in mundane history and terms and other Mundane things, Diana herself said she didn't know the term Transgender until she met Catarina I think right?

And Jace was not educated in what was right to support Alec and that is not his Fault cause the Clave don't allow Mundane education so how exactly would Jace know 100% what was homophobic and not or what fetishization is??? Cause he wasn't educated in mundane terms and something you need to look at is that that truly is on Cassie she should have known that that would be offensive and never had him say some of these things, but also that was years ago.

Also erasing his character development to hate him is wrong and unfair, how about instead we appreciate how he has grown, like how much he loves kids and his family, how he was nervous to meet Kit cause he wanted to make a good impression, how he wants to be a dad, how he wants a big family cause of how close the Blackthorns are and cause he wants his kids to be like them. Or how he loves with his whole heart, also lets not forget that if not for Simon, Clary and Jace, Jem wouldn't have been cured and would still be a silent brother and our precious baby Min Min wouldn't exist and how after the whole Heavenly Fire incident Jace was worried he hurt Jem and went to check on him before anyone, someone he didn't know really.

And how he said to Clary until she came along he didn't feel like he belonged anywhere, and boy do I relate to that, and yes he had the Lightwoods but he didn't truly know how much they loved him until Clary came along, cause Jace was afraid to open up until she came along. And he was told at Six years old that if he loved he would destroy and would be destroyed, he was manipulated, he was abused, he was tortured, he was neglected, he was used and he was used by others not just Valentine, Luke Garroway said himself that he wasn't surprised Jace didn't trust the Adults around him cause they have used him, and so he put walls up cause being used is one of the worst feelings and he had been before he was even born.

And he was lied to about himself pretty much his whole life and during TMI he had been lied to his entire life. He literally went through an identity crisis several times, also he never thought he would have a best friend/Parabatai aka Alec, he never thought he would have a family aka Isabelle and Maryse and Max, and he never thought he deserved or would find love aka Clary Fucking Fairchild, and then later on he got more family aka Blueberry and Rafe and Magnus and Simon as a good friend. He never thought he would be happy, he thought he would be an angry and broken boy all his life. And why do you think Clary and Alec are so protective of Jace cause they know who he really is and know he is fragile and can get hurt easily, that's why Clart is described as his Shield and why it is mentioned several times that she saved him, also he was suicidal when we first met him, even Alec said he was always rushing towards death and reckless decisions and that he is thankful that Clary came along cause she made Jace want to live and now he doesn't have to worry about Jace wanting to get himself killed, and he has mental issues ( yes I am mentioning this again). Also you say he didn't apologize but we truly cannot be 100% sure of that cause for all we know he did and it wasn't in the book and again that's on Cassie cause she didn't give us a proper scene. And you say he doesn't give a shit about Alec, well how about that scene in TDA when Magnus is dying and Alec is saying he wishes he told Magnus how much he loved him and Jace tells Alec he knows and then Alec says he should go on a watch so he doesn't let anyone down and Jace thinks to himself how could Alec let anyone down and tells Alec his watch is taking care of Magnus and I quote "this is your watch brother". Or the scene in Heavenly fire when Jace tells Alec that Alec is a better person then he could ever be, that he has the most faith in people and that he is kind and that there is no one else with more of that then Alec, or again in TDA when he was the one who sat up as soon as the words were off the consuls mouth and Said Alec for the new Consul cause he knew how much Alec wanted it. How about in Tales of the Shadowhunter Academy when Simon is feeling like his Falling is Bad and he tells Simon he did good. Also how about how he went to talk to Tessa and yes Simon encouraged him but Jace had the willpower to do it, past Jace wouldn't have. And how about in City of Ashes when Maia who hated Jace, saw through his mask and saw herself in his eyes.

And he had to fight two wars at the age of 16/17 he wasn't even an adult, and had to help save the Shadow world and had to help clean up mistakes of parents and then finds out that also Valentine killed both his parents, and so not only did Valentine steal his childhood but also stole his chance at having a Mother who would have loved him more than anything cause she never had that but also a father who was going to change for him and most likely would have loved him deeply. Like I can't imagine the grief even though yes he did/does have a family but imagine still. He lost so much before he was born and afterwards, and how about the people who are always telling him he is Valentine's son so he may be like him and his Mother was said to have killed herself ( she didn't Valentine killed her as well btw ) and people probably have said he is Crazy like her and will do the same, guess what the Clave is Toxic and that's why Alec is going to change it cause it needs to be. And I know what it's like to be said to be a crazy bitch cause of your mental illnesses and cause of other things, to have things consistently whispered behind your back.

And this is getting long but bottom line is Jace is so much more then an ass and sarcastic, he has giving me the strength to get through my current life situation and gave me the strength to save myself recently, and has encouraged me to be a better version of myself, he has taught me that love is strength and will heal and change me if I let the right love in, he is there for me at 2 am when I am contemplating giving up and throwing it all away, he is there telling me look how far you have come, don't give up. He is there telling me your scars show how strong you are and all that you have survived and you should be proud of them, he has taught me that my abuse doesn't define me and that the manipulative adults in my life won't always have control over me. He kept me from trying to kill myself again, he gave me the strength to say that something that has happened recently is not my fault, he gave me the strength to own my confidence and my gentleness and fragilety cause that's me.

And I mostly ignore the hate or at least try to but it keeps getting thrown at me and other Jace Stans and it's time to stop.

SO IF YOU ARE GOING TO POST HATE DON'T TAG IT.

Cause tumblrs tagging system sucks and guess what us Jace Stans and Clary Stans and Clace Stans have just as much a right to enjoy ourselves and be here, as much as you haters do, and you not liking him or hating him isn't going to change my mind or make me stop loving him and also WHY ARE YOU USING THE SHORT TIME YOU HAVE FOR HATE, WHY NOT USE IT TO SPREAD LOVE FOR YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS INSTEAD????

How is it fair for us Jace/Clary/Clace stans to deal with your hate be told it's just an opinion, well guess what it's not just an opinion, when it's messing with my mental health. So please just stop and yes he's fictional so 1. Why does it matter so much. 2. Why do you care so much? 3. Why do you care so much about us liking him then? 4. Is hurting people in real life really worth it? 5. Is spreading so much hate in this world really what you want to be known for? 6. JACE is not the only problematic character for Angel's sake, there are many many others so that Is no reason to hate him.

Conclusion please stop, we just want to enjoy ourselves, hell we don't even have to interact ever and just stay in our own lanes, also TSC fandom has become the most toxic fandom I am in and that's saying something cause I have been in toxic fandoms, is this what we want to be known as? A toxic fandom who you should avoid? Cause let me tell you I don't, so why don't we just respect each other and stop being hateful. I have kept quiet about this for months and I am tired of holding it in, you say you respect opinions but if you say that If we stan Jace/Clary/Clace then we don't have rights even if it's joke, guess what it isn't a joke to me and I don't laugh at it, and if we really want to criticize and have equality then we need to judge all of them and Jace isn't the only one who as you say has made homophobic and fetishization comments and he isn't the only one who has done problematic things.

Bottom line I want to enjoy myself and lately the only thing I have had is hate and hurt and getting upset cause I like a character who is actually a good example on growing as a person because of a few scenes how is that fair, basically you are saying you made some mistakes and don't deserve to have your growth acknowledged and you don't deserve second chance cause well you're evil, guess who has been told that many times in her life, me, so it's very triggering for me, the words I hate Jace are triggering for me and I don't say this lightly at all. And don't tell me I haven't thought this through or haven't looked at the bad parts and the cons cause I have but I also look at the good parts and the pros so that is why I love Jace, cause I love his good and bad parts and I acknowledge his growth and change. So to put it simply he is not who he was in TMI, just like Alec is not who he was in TMI.

I am working on a post to clear more of this up but all I am asking is for you to not hate especially in a time that is already stressful and hard for me and everyone else, you aren't doing good and it doesn't make you cool. SORRY but it's the truth, you are hurting people, Imagine if it was your favorite character(s) and how would you feel??? So just stop.

( this is my view on things and my opinion and if you have no intention of being civil then don't interact, I am not interested in a fight with you. Or throwing hateful comments at each but know that I will also not take your hate and will defend myself)

So yeah Anon I agree with you and let's spread positivity cause I would rather this end here and spread love and positivity.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

#jace herondale #jace lightwood herondale #jace lightwood #jace has too many last names #clace #tsc #the shadowhuter chronicles #tmi #the mortal instruments #clary fray #clary fairchild #my opinion #tw hate #tw mental health #tw mentions of suicide #tw mental disorders #tsc fandom #fandom #tw fandom

[humansunshineao3]

My Anti-Jace ficlet got a lot of attention tonight, randomly..... Idk how that happened but here, if you hate Jace and love the queers, check out my wip retelling of Shadowhunters TV in an alternate universe where Jace doesn’t exist! It’s got really strong trans rep (Alec is a trans man, and I’m a trans man so I know what the fuck I’m talking about), a lot of Lightwood siblings feels, Clizzy, slow burn Malec... All the best stuff from the show, but queerer. And without Jace Toxic Herondale. 

You can read it here on Tumblr or here on AO3!

#transgender alec lightwood #anti jace herondale #anti dom sherwood

[chatterbox-daily]

Day 15: Favourite LGBTQIA+ Ship(s)

Hello Lovely People!

Now brace yourselves…this is quite a list.

- Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood (Shadowhunters), there’s just something so captivating about Malec - they’re from two different worlds and at first Alec is still in the closet and is all about duty and honour to his family and their reputation and Magnus is this all powerful Warlock and Alec catches his eyes immediately and from their first meeting you know there’s a spark, and you watch as their relationship forms and blossoms; yes it had its ups and downs, but they fought to be together and in the end, they got their happy ending and I absolutely love their entire story 😍

- Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich (Shameless US), Gallavich went from haters to lovers to husband & husband. Their relationship is a very rocky one indeed, and you seen them essentially grow up together and I haven’t finished the show, but I just love them and i love that no matter Howe much they tried to put their thing down - they just couldn’t and they’d fight one another, for one another and their relationship.

- Elena Alvarez & Syd (One Day At A Time), I love these two soooo much; they are both geeks and very awkward at times, which makes them even more adorable and I loved it when they went to comic con and cosplayed as the 4th Doctor and the TARDIS (as I’m a huge Doctor Who fan) they are soooo cute.

- Adam Torres & Becky Baker (Degrassi: TNG), Adam was one of the first transgender characters I’d seen on tv and at the time, as friend had came out to me as transgender and I understood and accepted that this was who he was - so seeing this relationship was amazing, especially seeing the struggles of Becky and her religious views and her parents views and I hate that they didn’t get to reconcile, and that his last words to her were i love you and they truly loved one another - i would’ve loved to see their relationship if Adam hadn’t died!!!!

- Callie Torres & Arizona Robbins (Grey’s Anatomy), Callie and Arizona are one of my favourite couples on Grey’s Anatomy and it broke my heart that they broke up and I loved their relationship and badass they both are in their respective fields. I miss them on the show.

- Captain Raymond Holt & Kevin (B99), They are both different but similar and their dynamic is hilarious, i love their relationship with their ‘fluffy boy’ and their relationship is absolutely great!

- Nomi Marks & Amanita Caplan (Sense8), These two were so great together and i thought their relationship was beautiful, i loved that Amanita accepted the senates and that they were all there at Nomi and Amanita’s wedding at the end of the series.

- Sara Lance & Ava Sharpe (LOT), I love that at first they had this competitive flirting thing going on and that their lives were both very chaotic - but i love that they did adapted to each other’s lives and that Ava is now apart of the Legends and that they are co-captains and that they are engaged!!!!! Sooooo cute!

- Kurt Hummel & Blaine Anderson (Glee), Kurt and Blaine were one of my favourite couples on the show, other than Brittana. I loved the slowish burn of the relationship and that they were supportive of one another - even when Kurt decided to transfer back to McKinley and then Blaine transferred there too and their shared wedding with Brittana was cute.

- Santana Lopez & Brittany Pierce (Glee), My other favourite couple on Glee, i loved that they were best friends wayy before they were girlfriends and that they loved each other unconditionally for everything the other one was, and their duets were everything. Plus, i love them. Both very talented women.

- Princess Bubblegum & Marceline (Adventure Time), they are two of my favourite animated characters and I love their dynamic, hate/love relationship (throughout most of the show) and they are total opposites from their appearance, personalities, likes and interests - but they are both amazing, and badasses and I just love them!!!! 😍

- Waverley Earp & Nicole Haught (Wynonna Earp), i love everything about this couple, i mean Waverley is too cute and Nicole lives up to her name and i love that their relationship and how unlike Waverley’s last relationship, Nicole actually respects her and although Nicole was Waverley’s first girlfriend and eventual wife - they were so powerful together and once again (as I’ve said several times now) i love them!

- Willow & Tara (BTVS), MY FAVOURITE LGBTQIA+ COUPLE EVER! I loved the show growing up and i loved them and the Tara was the best partner for Willow out of all her relationships - i hated that Tara was killed off and she was too pure for this world and deserved better and so did this relationship - how powerful they could have been…

- Grizz & Sam (The Society), I hate that this show was cancelled, and that we didn’t get to see more of this amazing couple - the fact that this is the only deaf/hearing LGBTQIA+ couple on a tv show - I love that Grizz started learning American sign language (ASL) to communicate with Sam and that they found real love in the midst of chaos of the shows events and situation.

- Carmilla Karnstein & Laura Hollis (Carmilla), despite the fact that one is vampire and the other is human - I loved how oblivious Laura was to Carmilla’s flirting and they fought against all the supernatural stuff together, and how they stood up for one another and although they were off and on again - by the end of series and later film, they are still very much in love and happy together.

This is my favourite tv show couples, I could go on with couples from films, books, comics - but that’d be an even longer list…

Chatterbox :)

#lgtbqia+ #pride month #celebrate #shareyourpride #glee #adventure time #buffy the vampire slayer #the society #carmilla #wynonna earp #sense8 #brooklyn nine nine #grey's anatomy #legends of tomorrow #shadowhunters #shameless us #degrassi #one day at a time

[forensicsisabelle]

Six Sentence Sunday

But he became more proud of being himself: Alec Lightwood, gay Shadowhunter and boyfriend to one of the most powerful warlock’s in the world.

The source of his pride was different, better even, but it wasn’t less.

Still, nothing could have prepared him for a Pride celebration spent with Magnus’ hand in his and Izzy at his side, her own hands linked with Simon on one side and Clary on the other.

If someone had told him years ago while still in the closet that his own sister would come out as bisexual and also fully embrace her polyamorous self, Alec would have had conniptions. Back then, he hadn’t even understood what being transgender meant, but the pink, white, and blue shirt that Simon was wearing now made him smile like a ridiculously proud older brother (which he would deny if Simon were to accuse him of it).

There they all were, being themselves in all of their glory with their loved ones at their side.

#six sentence sunday #malec #clizzy #sizzy #this will hardly be more than six sentences anyway #but all of this is liable to change so who knows

[tremendousheadachecollector]

LGBTQ+ representation in TDA

So, just to make a quick recap, in The Dark Artifices we have:

a polyamorous relationship between three people that live it totally unabashedly

a very married and cute sapphic couple

a badass transgender person who doesn’t apologize to anyone for who she is

another very married and cute gay couple with kids included

one queer boy being head over heels for another queer boy who doesn’t seem - and I repeat seem - to acknowlodge him

Do you see how fucking important this is? Because that’s actual representation. More than it has ever been in another Shadowhunters series - and it has been, believe me.

And that’s important because TDA, just like TMI and TID, is for the major part read by teenagers. Young people who have just started to discover themselves, what they like and what they don’t, their personalities, their preferences. 

So, imagine this: out there there is a young boy who has just discovered that he may like boys more than girls and that scares the shit out of him. To think that he is not like all of his friends, that he is different from who they taught him he should be.

And then he would take the TDA books and he would start reading. And he would read of Mark and Kieran, and how their love was the only thing that made them survive in the Wild Hunt. He would read of Alec and Magnus, how they seem to comprehend each other without words, how absolutely in love they are with one another. And nobody judges them for it.

He would read of Kit, who looks at Ty and thinks he’s beautiful in a way anyone has been beautiful to his eyes. He would read of how that thought scared him, and then how it became normal, something that Kit grew accustomed of. Something that Kit accepted, without thinking it was wrong.

And he wouldn’t be so alone anymore. 

And there would be others like him. Out there, there is a Diana Wrayburn who has discovered her true self for the first time, and a Cristina Rosales that doesn’t know who to choose because she can’t accept that maybe she loves both and maybe it isn’t wrong. There are a Kit Herondale who finds his friend more beautiful than normal, and an Alec Lightwood who can’t accept who he is. There is a Helen Blackthorn who wants to love a woman with all she has, even if sometimes it scares her to do so.

And for all of them, there is a character with who they can feel understood, seen, accepted. Worthy of love, and of happy endings too.

So thank you, Cassandra Clare. Because representation is fucking important, and you gave it to all that needed it without second thought.

#cassandra clare #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #helen blackthorn #mark blackthorn #cristina rosales #kieran kingson #alec lightwood #magnus bane #diana wrayburn #lgbtq #lgbt representation #tda #the dark artifices #kieran x mark x cristina #polyamory #ty x kit #alec x magnus