MisunderstandingsBefore anyone starts reading this, just as a warning it is Teen rated, due to its suggestive theme. It has nothing really bad in it.
It had all started when Jace was lounging on the sofa, bored. B. O. R. E. D
The day before they had kicked some demon ass and therefore, the next day was a free one, where they could do anything they wanted. And besides making out with his girlfriend, he couldn't think of anything amazing he could do.
And with the demon count quite low at the moment, he had a lot of free time at the moment. So, what did one do with such freedom? Have a house party of course.
- Later -
The house party hadn't turned out quite as well as he wanted. It mainly consisted of a bored looking Isabelle flipping through a gossip magazine on the large sofa, beside her sat Maia, who was playing with a braid, her combat covered feet propped up on the arms of the sofa while her hand was stuffed in the bowl of ready salted crisps.
Alec was sat cr
Malec-MistletoeIt was a challenge, Magnus decided. "You have to pass through this arch way sooner or later; its part of the house," He glanced over at Mr. "I-wear-black-every-season-of-the-year" with his amused green cat eyes. Magnus was wearing a whole green and red color scheme, though his hair still held rainbow glitter, making him the very opposite in appearance to Alec Lightwood.Malec-Mistletoe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alec smirked and leaned against the counter adjacent to the arch walk way with his arms crossed against his chest in defiance. He wasn't actually trying to be stubborn; it was in his nature. Besides, it was just too fun to tease the High Warlock of Brooklyn. "Nope," He said very simply, the one syllable making Magnus pout in mock sadness. This only made him smirk wider. "Have fun standing there all night."
Magnus leaned on the wall and watched the Nephilim boy carefully. He then sighed dramatically and looked at the top of the arch way under which he was standing, staring solemnly at the sprig of green
Jace and Clary-After the War Jace and Clary were walking hand in hand into the Institute. They had just come from a party at Magnus's place. He was having a celebration with all of the Downworlders after the war. All of the Lightwoods and Clary were invited. Alec stayed there with Magnus and Isabelle stayed with Simon. They were alone.Jace and Clary-After the War5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They walked through the hall to Jace's room. They both sat on the edge of the bed, still holding hands.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" Jace asked.
Clary kissed him quickly. "I'll be waiting for you." She said with a smile.
He got up, grabbed a towel and a pair of blue pajama pants.
Clary pulled off the heels she had been wearing for the party, swung her feet up on the bed and sat back against the headboard. She was thinking. About everything. About Luke and her mother. About herself and Jace. About Magnus and Alec. So much had happened in the past few weeks. Sebastian was her brother.
Alec and his Toothbrush...Alexander Lightwood and the Tale of the Toothbrush (dA wouldn't let it fit!)Alec and his Toothbrush...4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Alexander Lightwood had always been a type of guy that always thought highly of personal hygiene.
Sure, his sweaters might have a few holes in them now and again. There might have been a tear across the knee of his jeans. His shoelaces might have been knotted, and frayed at the ends.
No, Alexander Lightwood didn't care about fashion, as his boyfriend called it. Alexander Lightwood cared about personal hygiene.
Showering every morning, putting on deodorant, shaving off the morning stubble (if you were the kind of guy who had that), brushing your teeth, maybe splashing on a little bit of cologne. All the hygienic rules that had been drilled into children's brains since they could remember: wash your hands after using the bathroom, brush your teeth after every meal, wash and comb your hair everyday... those were just a few.
He'd been abiding by those rules for as long as he could remember. And just
Jace and Clary It was one in the morning and Clary was sitting on Jace's bed, drawing in her sketch pad. Jace was in the shower. Isabelle was sleeping, Alec was marking a new dagger in the weapons room and she didn't even know where Simon was.Jace and Clary5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I need to talk to you."
Clary jumped when Jace's voice close behind her. "I hate it when you do that."
"I'm sorry." Jace said.
He had on jeans that rode low on his hips and he had no shirt on, revealing his marked body.
There was a short silence when Clary realized that Jace was waiting for her to speak. "What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
He came over to sit on the bed next to her. "Remember when we were at Taki's and I told you I was only interested in being your brother?"
Clary had been trying hard not to think about that day. The day she had finally decided that she didn't care if he was her brother
That Special Rune ...***CITY OF GLASS SPOLIERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!***That Special Rune ...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary smiled up at the huge gothic cathedral with its arching spires. She didnt even see the glamour that concealed the Institute anymore unless she concentrated hard. The door opened at her light touch as if it recognised her now, without her even needing to think the entry words. The autumn sunlight streamed through the windows of the foyer, casting puddles of golden light on the marble floor.
She looked at herself in the elevator mirror as she rode up, tilting her head to examine her reflection. She had spent far longer than usual getting ready today. It was the first time she had visited the Institute since they had all returned from Alicante a few days ago, since she and Jace were officially together, and she hadnt been able to decide what to wear. She ended up in her normal clothes; faded jeans, trainers and a simple t-shirt Simon had given her with the slogan I Bite he had given i
Malec: Dream (1/2)It was a beautiful Friday, a few white clouds dotted the bright sky and the wind breezed through the leaf. When Magnus Bane walked into the garden of the Institute he immediately spotted his boyfriend sitting all in black at a table between the green of the grass and trees. He was working on some documents, sorting papers and scribbling here and there, drinking from a cup in which Magnus suspected black coffee. Magnus was fascinated by the look his boyfriend appeared in. Every person Magnus introduced his boyfriend to and even his boyfriend himself thought that Alec was the most not outstanding person in the world. That besides Magnus he wouldn't be noticed for he always caught the attention while the Shadowhunter always comes in his dark sweater and jeans or in his black fighting gear.Malec: Dream (1/2)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
But Magnus knew the truth. Of course, it was Alec getting the attention because he was the dark, shy-looking one loving the eye-catching, shining warlock. He attracts far more attention than he could
The DrawingClary was sitting in the living room of Lukes house with her legs drawn up close, doodling in her sketch pad. The pencil flowed easily over the page forming lines that formed shapes of things that would forever be in her memory. Her mother and Luke had gone to eat lunch and make sure that everything had been moved out of their old apartment. She and her mother had moved in with Luke after they had returned from Alicante.The Drawing6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She moved her thoughts back to her drawing. She had been working on a drawing of Alicante all day, and something about the picture just didnt seem right. She put her pencil back on the page and let her mind wander as she tried to finish the drawing. Her thoughts immediately went to Jace.
He was supposed to be coming over, but Clary hadnt heard from him yet. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 1:30. She sighed and turned her attention back to the drawing. She finally realized that she could do nothing more to the Alicante picture and flipped t
Malec: WoundFour hours.Malec: Wound3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It should have been four hours ago that Alexander Lightwood should have stepped through the door of the High Warlock's flat in Brooklyn, prepared for their date.
But still, he wasn't there.
Magnus gave up sending his boyfriend text messages because he didn't got any answers from the other seven yet, so this would be a waste of his free texts. Sighing, he stood up from the pink couch where he waited most of the time, heading for the bedroom to change his clothes. They had planned to have a nice dinner at an Ifrit restaurant in Brooklyn, so Magnus was dressed in formal black trousers, a white shirt with an elegant golden bowtie and over all a blazer which was colored in a dark blur of red, green and violet. His hair was in his usual spikes glittering only a bit. While changing into his favourite sleeping clothes (toxic green silken boxers and a faded-black T-shirt from Alec) Magnus wondered what might have happened that Alec didn't showed up tonight without calling him. Usual
The Proposal"I can't believe you have never seen the the Titanic before!" Clary said with complete surprise.The Proposal6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I didn't grow up in the mundane world, Clary." Jace said as if it were the most obvious answer to the simplest question, sitting down next to her.
"Well, we can fix this problem by watching the movie." Clary said with as much persuasion as her voice would allow. "It couldn't hurt anything, I mean, it's a little sad, but other than that it's a classic!"
"A little sad?"
"Okay, it's sad. But I want to watch it, and I want you to watch it with me."
"Will you cry?" Jace asked sarcastically.
"Maybe a little." Clary said innocently.
Jace made a face that said he was not comfortable with that.
"Please?" This is when Clary looked up at Jace and saw his blonde hair, tight cheekbones, perfectly smooth skin with his nearly invisable scars. Eventually she came to his gold eyes and say them staring down at her warmly.
"Fine." he said in defeat.
Clary felt the corners of her mouth go up
Confessions. Part One. She walks into the kitchen and sees Church sitting on the floor. "Hey Church, where's everyone?". Church's smurf-blue fur vibrates in hello. He gets up and shows her the way. They're walking towards the library when all of a sudden Jace pops out of one of the doors and scares her. "Gotchya!" He shouts. "Geez you scared me!", while she's trying to catch her breath. Gah! He's so breathtaking. She yearns to play with his golden hair. That luscious golden hair. My angel... Focus Clary! Then she realizes he's been talking to her... "Sorry you know I didn't mean to..." he was saying. "Clary? Earth to Clary? You okay there?" he was saying...he looked worried...like I was about to disappear or something. "Sorry I was just thinking..." Then- and I'm not making this up- he reached into his pocket and in his hand was a heart. "My heart for your thoughts?" he asked. But I didn't wanna tell him how I was thinking about him! Did I? It's been a secret for wayConfessions. Part One.5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
First MarksA soft knock sounded on Clarys door, disturbing her drawing. She glanced at the clock; it was past one thirty in the morning, and she could think of only one person in the Institute who would knock on her door this late.First Marks6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Come in, she told him. She had been leaning against the headboard of the bed in her cotton pyjamas, her sketchpad resting on her knees, drawing by the light of a single bedside lamp.
Jace pushed open the door, but hovered in the threshold. I saw the light under your door. I didnt wake you up?
No, Clary replied, shaking her head.
Good. Jace came into to room, closing the door behind him. He was wearing pyjama trousers, but no shirt. Clary could clearly see the lattice of scars and faint marks of runes that covered his lean, yet muscled body and felt a blush creep into her cheeks. Several permanent runes decorated his skin. After reading the Grey Book she could understand their meanings; protection, grace, balan
His Name -Malec one-shot-Magnus scoffed.His Name -Malec one-shot-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alec was standing four feet away from him, arms tightly wrapped around himself; glaring accusingly at the sparkly warlock.
"You seriously believe that?" Magnus looked hurt. "That I would do something like that... to you?"
There was no answer from the blue-eyed Shadowhunter.
Magnus took a step back in disbelief, placing a hand on the wall behind him for support. "I-" He seemed to choke on his words.
Alec remained silent, still glaring at his boyfriend. After a second, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the colourful apartment, slamming the door shut on his way out.
Magnus slid down the wall, hanging his head in his hands in shock. How could this be happening to him? To go from passionate kisses to cold accusation in a matter of minutes- Magnus was utterly shattered. Alec- his Alec- believed the word of a vampire over his. Not just any vampire, though- Camille Belcourt. The last person on this planet that should ever get between him and the love of his life.
RemindersAlec's POVReminders4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Magnus and I had been kissing slowly (passionately) for about 15 minutes now. Clothes still on, I decided to rest for a few moments and lay my head on Magnus' hard, lean chest. The fast-paced rhythm of his heart almost matched mine perfectly.
"Can I ask you something?" I said abruptly, once I had slowed my breathing.
"Mmm, anything, Love." I knew Magnus well enough to conclude that he was smiling slightly with his eyes closed as he traced incoherent patterns on the curve of my spine.
"I was just thinking about my parents-" His eyes flashed open and gave me a blasphemous look.
"While we were kissing you were thinking about your parents?" He said incredulously. I acted as if he hadn't spoken.
"And was wondering why you never tell me about yours?" I finished, sitting up as he did but interlocking my fingers on his back to keep my arms around his waist.
"What else is there to know? They both hated me because they thought I was a demon. Who knew they'd be rig
Self DefenceDo you know what I realised when we were in the Du Mort? Jace asked as he walked down the corridor.Self Defence6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That vampire motorcycles make great getaway vehicles? Clary huffed as she tried to keep pace with his long legged stride.
No well yes, but that wasnt what I was talking about.
What then? She was starting to get annoyed with him the others had all decided to go back to bed for a few more hours before going after the Cup at midday, when the sun would be brightest and the demons weakest, but Jace had refused to allow her to.
I realised that you dont know how to defend yourself, a skill that you might need if we are going after the Cup, he said over his shoulder at her.
Hey! she said, feeling rankled. I did just fine in Du Mort - I managed to hit that werewolf, didnt I? though she would be the first to admit that had been a spectacular fluke.
Yes, which was pretty impress
Malec: Fever"I'm bored!" Jace repeated annoyed with his scratchy voice.Malec: Fever3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I know" Alec said tiredly, his eyes closed and his right hand resting on his forehead.
At their last hunt it started to rain so much as if someone in the clouds destroyed the faucet and all the water poured completely out of them. When the parabatai came home their clothes were soaking wet, sticking to their bodies and the next day they both woke up with raised body temperature and huge frogs in their throats. Now they laid in the institute in one of the free time rooms on the couches and rest. Well, Alec seriously tried to do so but Jace would prefer to actually do something but with the dizziness that rose every time he wants to stand up it was kind of a tall order. So they just laid there doing nothing.
"So, what do I have to spot here?" a mocking voice appeared from the door which Alec recognized immediately. He sat up and saw Magnus standing there leaning against the door case, looking as shiny as ever.
"Darling, you loo
What if...Pain.What if...6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The only feeling Clary could show in the past few weeks was pain. Unbearable pain.
She hasnt been able to help him. Him. Jace. Her father killed the love of her love and she didnt help him. Now he was gone and wouldnt come back. Never.
Clary knew that Jace wouldnt want her to think like that but she couldnt stop herself since the day the numbness faded and her mind became clear again.
It had been a sunny day and a small breeze let the other shadowhunters on Clarys side smile though you could see the grief in their eyes.
Clary didnt smile. She wasnt even sure if she could ever again.
It was Isabelle. She was standing behind Clary, carefully taking her hand, squeezing it lightly. Slowly Clary turned her head to face Jaces stepsister. She had dark rings under her eyes, which Clary never noticed on her before. It seemed like she hadnt slept that well either. Isabelle opened her mouth as if
Malec:: The KissI spotted him in the crowd, his hair pulled back out of his face, wearing fighting gear. His eyes were lined with sparkling black eyeliner, but except this his face was void of any makeup. I knew it was him before I even took all of his features into account.Malec:: The Kiss3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"There's Magnus!" I exclaimed, pushing my way towards him, leaving Simon and Isabelle alone in the crowd. As I left, I heard the two of them whispering behind me, but I did not care.
"Magnus!" I hollered, nearing the warlock, who turned, a look of almost surprise on his face that was calmed very quickly.
"Alexander." He spoke.
"It's Alec." I corrected him, and did not let him respond before I continued speaking. "I was wondering; perhaps you would want to be my partner for this Alliance rune?" I asked him. He looked slightly taken aback.
"But, Alexanbut Alec what about your pare"
"I don't care." I interrupted. "And my parents shouldn't care. I need a partner, and I'm asking you."
Magnus was silent for a moment. Th
Jace and Clary-BlissJace wiped his hair from his forehead. The demon was huge, it spun around him in a slow circle, prowling, waiting for its moment to strike. Alec was swinging his seraph blade from hand to hand, shifting from foot to foot waiting for the attack. They had both fought this kind of demon before, but never with just two on their side. It was called a Black Demon, known for its poisoning abilities. If a shadow hunter even touched a speck of the demon's blood, he or she was infected, and would suffer from symptoms ranging from paralyzation to death. Shadow hunters never took them on alone. Jace licked his lips and gripped his hand on his blade handle. The demon continued to circle them; it had two legs, a human like body, but no face, not even the shape of a nose or eyes. It loved to terrorize mundanes before killing them. This one had decided to stroll into the city and do just that.Jace and Clary-Bliss6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Darling (malec oneshot)"Magnus?"Darling (malec oneshot)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alec leaned his head farther back into Magnus' shoulder, playing idly with the warlock's fingers that were splayed across his stomach. They were lying on the couch, the color of which Magnus had changed to an inky blue since Alec loathed pink.
Magnus was half-propped up against the armrest with Alec lying between his legs, the Shadowhunter's head and shoulders on Magnus' broad chest. His heartbeat, markedly slower than a human's, thudded gently beneath Alec's ear.
"Where is your accent from?"
Magnus paused for long enough that Alec craned his neck to look up at him. Magnus wore a bemused expression, his eyes twinkling.
Alec felt his cheeks start to turn pink. "You know your accent. It's not heavy, it's like just barely there but it's there."
"Hmm." Magnus reached a lanky arm up to stroke his chin. "It's probably remnants of Dutch."
"Dutch? But you're Asian ish."
Magnus laughed out loud at this and brushed his thumb acros
The After-PartyYou ready to go? Jace asked.The After-Party6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary looked over at him. They were sitting at the bar in Magnuss house at a party for something. She couldnt remember exactly what the occasion was. She nodded and got down from her chair.
What about Izzy and Alec? she said as she scanned the room. She saw Izzy talking to a faerie knight and Alec and Magnus were on the other side of the room.
They can take care of themselves, Jace said following her gaze. He turned back to her. Lets ditch this joint.
He placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her towards the door. He grabbed her light coat off the coat rack by the door and helped her put it on. Then he held the door open for her as they exited the building.
The streets were practically empty and the Institution wasnt that far away, so they decided to walk rather than take a cab. Jace laced his fingers through Clarys as they walked down the street. He glanced at her ou
Relief-1Clary's POVRelief-16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary opened her eyes and sighed. Why was he always right? Slowly, so slowly, she rose from her bed. A hiss of pain escaped her lips and she stood rigidly. Every muscle on her body pulsed and ached, but she had to get into more comfortable clothes. She couldn't sleep in jeans. He knew that this was going to happen. He had told her not to come. Her mind went back to the beginning of the day, in the kitchen of the Institute.
"Absolutely not." Jace hissed.
"It's not your decision Jace!" Clary yelled back. Isabelle cut in.
"Jace, it's just one demon that snuck into the city. Besides, she has to start sometime, she is a Shadowhunter, and she' s been training." Clary smiled at Izzy, thankful for the support.
"She.... is... a..... novice," Jace growled. "She is not ready."
"And how would you know what I'm capable of?" Clary practically screamed. It had hurt how much he hated the idea of fighting along
Unsure Smile“Magnus?” I said softly as I stepped into his dark apartment.Unsure Smile4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I’d stormed out earlier, after another fight about Camille, and well…everything she brought up. The move had been quickly regretted though, but I had stayed away to think. I had always been better at thinking things through when I put a little distance between myself and them. Isabelle always said it was a bad thing, that I put to much distance between myself and things I had a problem with and that’s why I was a failure at anything social, but it was the only way I could think.
I hung my jacket on the hook next to the door and slid my shoes off, wondering vaguely if maybe Magnus had gone out. I hoped he hadn’t. Going out probably meant he was in some bar or club that had the potential to be anywhere in the world and I could possibly go several days without seeing him again. And I definitely didn’t want that. I hated spending time away from him and , sadly, that seemed to be t
The HaircutAlec walked down the street, hands stuffed into oversized pockets, boots clacking against the sidewalk. He walked swiftly and without hesitation, never straying from his path. Today was an important day for him after all. The roads narrowed and the streetlights became further and further apart. Yet still he kept walking. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He tensed, shoulder muscles bunching in preparation for an attack. His hand went to the dagger he kept in his belt, and he swallowed almost imperceptibly. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and he whipped around, dagger at the ready. A shock of sparkles stopped him from striking a killing blow.The Haircut4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Magnus! What-what are you doing here?" Alec asked, dumbfounded. Magnus raised one black eyebrow, looking at the dagger Alec held poised in his hand. Following his gaze, the Shadowhunter hurriedly stuffed the blade back under his jacket.
"Well, I was just walking to my favorite pastry store to grab a baguette when I saw a hands
All grown up*WARNING*All grown up6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*CITY OF GLASS SPOILERS*
*you have been warned, proceed at your own peril, and dont accuse me of spoiling the story for you if you were stupid enough to read it anyway!*
Jace woke to the sound of crying. Summer sunshine was pouring through the windows of the country house even though the morning was still early. Clary stirred as well, lifting her head from his chest to look at the door. Leaning down, Jace brushed his lips lightly across hers.
Ill go, he murmured. She blinked sleepily at him and smiled.
He slid out from under the covers and reached for his dressing gown, pausing at the door for a brief moment to glance wistfully back at his wife. The sunlight bathed her bare skin with a warm glow, illuminating the thin white Rune Marks and shining off her hair.
The crying was coming from the nursery. Baby Luke, just over a year old, was standing up in his crib, holding on to the bars with tiny hands.
Whats wrong, little man? Are