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-Mistletoe4 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 War6 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.
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 Drawing7 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
Self DefenceDo you know what I realised when we were in the Du Mort? Jace asked as he walked down the corridor.Self Defence7 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
The Proposal"I can't believe you have never seen the the Titanic before!" Clary said with complete surprise.The Proposal7 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
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 Clary6 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 ...7 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
Relief-1Clary's POVRelief-17 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
The After-PartyYou ready to go? Jace asked.The After-Party7 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
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 Marks7 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
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-Bliss7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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)4 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 ProposalJace walked into the kitchen of the Institute to find Isabelle digging through the fridge. Dont tell me youre going to try and cook something, he said as he walked past her. I thought we learned a long time ago that you couldnt cook.The Proposal6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No, she told him as she closed the refrigerator. Just heating up some leftovers. You want some?
Nah. Im not really hungry, he explained as he grabbed an apple. He threw it up in the air, caught it, and then washed it off. He then took a bite of the apple before asking, Have you seen Clary?
I think she went to her room, Isabelle told him as she pushed the buttons on the microwave. She said her arm still kinda hurt from the demon attack. Why?
Jace grimaced when Isabelle said Clarys arm hurt. It had been his idea to go looking for demons. Oh, I just needed to talk to her about something. He took another bite of his apple.
Alec and his Toothbrush...Alexander Lightwood and the Tale of the Toothbrush (dA wouldn't let it fit!)Alec and his Toothbrush...5 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
The Reckless ShadowhunterAlec paced angrily around the weapons room. It was four oclock in the morning, but he wasnt remotely tired. It had been over an hour and Jace still wasnt back. He and Clary had lagged behind was they had walked back from the party. Probably snuck off to some deserted corner to make out or something, he thought resentfully. Stupid, ignorant girl, barging in on their little group with all the problems she expected them to solve for her.The Reckless Shadowhunter7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He caught is reflection in the metal blade of a sword hanging on the wall, noticing the frown that nearly permanently stayed on his face. He hadnt always been this bitter, but he knew exactly what had happened to make him change. Terror of what the Clave would do if the ever discovered his secret, and irrational jealousy of any girl Jace looked at.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked the screen. Still no calls, no messages. Something could have happened to them Demons, Forsaken, anything, and he would have no way
Malec: WoundFour hours.Malec: Wound4 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
RemindersAlec's POVReminders5 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
I saw you*** CITY OF GLASS SPOLIERS!!!I saw you7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
DONT READ THIS IF YOU DONT WANT THE STORY RUINED YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!***
Alec stalked through the crowd, having finally located Magnus on the other side of the Angel Hall. He looked one hundred and eighty degrees different from usual no glitter, no eyeliner, no eccentric clothing. He was wearing a dark frock coat and his hair was clean and straight, hanging past his chin in a curtain of shimmering black.
He hadnt noticed Alecs approach and was staring into the crowd with a slight frown on his face. Alec reached a hand out to grasp his shoulder. Magnus spun sharply around, his yellow-green cat eyes narrowing when he saw him.
Be my partner? Alec asked, smiling at the Warlock.
Magnus sighed heavily. The frown deepened and his eyes were full of some ancient sorrow. Im not sure thats the best idea, Alec
Alec blinked in surprise, feeling the smile slide from his face in abject disappointm
All grown up*WARNING*All grown up7 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
Malec: Fever"I'm bored!" Jace repeated annoyed with his scratchy voice.Malec: Fever4 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
MasqueradeI knew I must be dreaming.Masquerade7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For one thing, I would never willingly wear the absurdly beautiful, no doubt ridiculously expensive dress I was currently wearing if I were in a conscious state. It was made of pure silver silk, the bodice sewn with icy jewels that glittered in the light. It was the sort of dress I would feel very awkward in if I was awake, but in my dream it simply felt natural. My hair was loose and flowing down my back rich copper contrasting elegantly with delicate silver.
And for another thing, I had never been to Alicante, the City of Glass. The true home to all the Nephilim was unfamiliar to me, yet even in my dream it rang silently with a bone deep recognition, accepting me into its gleaming towers like a mother opening her arms for her child.
The black haired boy I was dancing with spun me gracefully (more proof that I was dreaming, since I had an embarrassing tendency to trip over my own feet when I was awake) past the windows of the ball room. It appeared th
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 Kiss4 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
Need-2Jace looked up and down her body. The moonlight from the window shone straight onto her, making her glow. He looked from the fan of red hair spread out over her pillow, down to the sweatshorts on her hips that had a silver star embroidered on the edge of the cloth, which rested lightly on her thigh. Jace itched to touch it, he hadn't even noticed it before. But he fought his desires, and kept his hands on her arms and neck, no where else was safe, for her or for him.Need-27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He watched her chest rise and fall with her steady breathing, and had to close his eyes so that he wouldn't pull her on top of him. He couldn't do that. He couldn't do anymore than what she asked, because he had promised himself he would never, never hurt her again. For the first time in his life, he was putting what he wanted aside, with great struggle he might add, and giving someone else what they needed. That someone else was her.
Darling (malec oneshot)"Magnus?"Darling (malec oneshot)4 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