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jonathaen·:

❝ she could never sway my loyalty. she may have my heart, but you will always have my allegiance. ❞ he was dedicated to jonathan in more ways than he could count. even if they weren’t tied to each other, he would still do anything the other said. anything that was asked of him. the others were only loyal to him because they were endarkened. he knew there were so many who wouldn’t have been on sebastian’s side if it weren’t for that, but not him. ❝ if she is ours, though, but i’m only yours, how am i not hers? ❞ he asks, a teasing nature taking over his tone.

jonathan squinted ever so slightly at the other man, not exactly finding the humor in jace believing he could perhaps in any way belong to someone else. his loyalty was unquestionable in their own realm but with his sister around and without her loyalty, there was always the slim chance that clarissa could convince the herondale to believe otherwise. “am i not deserving of having you to myself?” he asked, adapting his tone to mimic that of the blonde rather than betray his true frustration at the notion that jace belonged to anyone but himself. how dare he think of this clarissa he had never truly met in a higher regard than jonathan. how dare he love her, and not love his king- the man who had kept him alive despite his disobedience in the beginning. “ you are only mine jace because i do not share despite the fact that sharing, is in fact, caring.”

#;; feel no pressure to reply if you have no muse anymore #;; jonathaen

i’m working through my drafts and replies,if you think i may be missing one of yours please let me know. also pop a like and i will write some starters, and i plan on making some opens. for anyone wondering, my mental health has made leaps and bounds because i took a much needed break. i have had a break up, won an award at a convention masquerade for the first time, and found someone new. taking a step away also brought @heroicintention into my life who is honestly one of my best friends on this hellsite. in short: i’m doing well. i am back in writing hell. hit me up for sebastian morgenstern content.

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takeseffort·:

@hellraiised·: "stop looking at me like that."

‘ sorry, just… you’re not… what I was expecting, ’ Alec admits, leaning against the counter & offering the other a hesitant smile over the rim of his mug. he hadn’t really thought through all of this when them meeting had gotten changed up & moved around. it was supposed to be at the coffee shop he worked at, then last minute the other had wanted to change it & he hadn’t known what to expect when he walked through those doors & got buzzed all the way to the top of the building. ‘ but I’m glad you texted me. I didn’t want to cancel. just… it’s a lot to take in. ’

there was something about alec that caused jonathan to feel a sense of security, a feeling that eased his concerns about inviting someone who was clearly a fan of his work into his home when meeting him in person for the first time. the furnishing in the apartment was rather minimalist, though whether or not that was jonathan’s choice or not was a bit of a grey area. the blonde’s hair was tinted a light pink from some sort of fake blood mixture from filming, and feeling like a baby flamingo he greatly preferred that the two met somewhere entirely private. “what did you expect?” he asked rather bluntly as he poured himself another cup of coffee, his fifth that day. “today has been testing my patience, but i am glad that you decided to come over rather than cancelling. i’d much rather spend time alone with you than go out where we may not have any time by ourselves at all.”

#takeseffort

ichorima

“I have a fetish for damsels in distress.“ “Don’t be sexist.” “Not at all. My services are also available to gentleman in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.”

— Sebastian Morgenstern and Clary Fairchild (City of Glass)

green eyes flicked open as the sun hit his face, light streaming through the gap between the curtain and the wall where it hadn’t been pulled across far enough the night before. birds perched near the windowsill to escape the gentle snowfall, calling out to one another from the great outdoors. somewhere jonathan would never be again, not unless he was being taken away by the clave to be killed, finally. put down and given the ultimate punishment for his crimes and end the state of absolute misery he was suspended in. maybe that was why he wasn’t dead yet, they knew he lived in enough pain as it was and ending it for the eighteen year old would just make him not have to face true consequences for his actions. maybe they knew living with what he had done and the consequences was worse than any punishment he would receive in whatever afterlife took hold of his soul. especially if he went to hell. a sigh left his lips as he reluctantly pushed himself up in a seated position, blankets sliding down his torso to pool at his waist as he reached for the wheelchair by his bed, tugging it as close as was physically possible before pushing blankets off his legs with impatient hands. he had very limited mobility anywhere below his naval, feeling still present but hardly able to hold himself up on his own two legs anymore. it seemed only fitting for the man who had been running from the clave for quite some time to be unable to even walk after being caught- by his own sister none the less. he pulled down the pant leg of his pajamas to cover his calf again before transferring himself from his bed to the wheelchair, nearly falling out in the process. jonathan was not the most graceful man anymore, most runes faded to thin silvery white lines on his skin. the only runes that remained prominent on his skin were a tracking rune on his inner arm so the clave knew exactly where he was at all times, and a rather shameful recreation of the rune that marked all members of the circle to identify the blonde easily within a group of shadowhunters. that, and so everyone knew that he was the reason they friends and family had died in battle, or had become creatures that followed his every whim until their untimely deaths. to mark him as the last morgenstern, the one who had truly brought hell to earth and to whom earth remained hellish even as the nephlim recovered in numbers and in health. the nephlim would recover and fight the forces of evil once again, but jonathan christopher morgenstern would forever remain wheelchair bound, needing help from others for the remainder of his life to do tasks that most took for granted. starter for @clarvssa // sorry this bitch is long

#v: post cohf #clarvssa

burnsheavenly·:

❝ this is the place. ❞ he says, gesturing to the institute they stand in front of. it hadn’t been hard to track clary down to this place. it was just like it had been in thule, save for the utter destruction that had been brought down upon the place. ❝ clary is just inside those walls… ❞ his heart is thumping loudly in his chest, anxiety coursing through his veins. // @hellraiised

“i feel at home already” sebastian gave a cheshire grin, pleased as could be with what had been accomplished by his right hand. sure, they couldn’t have the clary from their world but the boys were hardly above taking whatever they wanted from whomever had it. “ this clarissa may try to sway your loyalty from me, but do try to remember who has kept you alive all these years while she has been gone.” he bumped his knuckles gently against jace’s wrist before checking the weapons that were strapped to his body, the firm weight of the mortal sword pressing against his back a constant reminder of the devastation one could create if given the right tools. “ you are mine, and she is ours- but you are mine alone, jace herondale.”

bleedshadows·:

A PRINCE IN A KINGDOM OF DESTRUCTION. he sits atop a throne, watching the activity in the institute. he’s not interested in what his father is doing. he’s not interested in most of what goes on around here, to be honest. it was better than being trapped in the unseelie court, sure, but he wanted… freedom.

❝ can i go out? or do you need me to sit here even longer for no reason? ❞ he asks, huffing as he looks over to his father. // @hellraiised

sebastian had just stormed back into the institute as his child decided to take the time to sass him, unappreciative of his hospitality so soon after arriving in thule and being introduced to his late father. “ are you bored?” the words were calculated, no emotions betrayed as his son lounged in the rather beautiful armchair that sat against the far wall. it was rather clear to anyone that knew the man that he was wound up and best avoided or ignored when in such a mood. there wasn’t even a moment of thought before the blonde walked over to his son, motioning for the half fae to stand. “ come with me then, i have something i wanted to show you anyway.”

vcrlac·:

sebastian’s heart was r a c i n g as he leaned back against his pillow, looking up at the boy who seemed to be ready to either slit his throat or STAB him in some way for even suggesting that valentine’s true son couldn’t be him because as far as he was aware, he was in a l i c a n t e with the penhallows. his eyes were wide && he actually screamed a bit, immediately covering his mouth in shock when jonathan dug the blade into his palm to show blood that looked more like demon ichor than human blood. that was definitely all the frenchman NEEDED as proof && while he was scared, on some level, part of him reasoned that he would have hurt him already if he planned on it, && therefore he also felt weirdly calm, despite the shock. ❝ i believe you, j-jonathan. please, i didn’t mean to offend, i didn’t know. i was told s p e c i f i c a l l y that this other boy, jace, you call him, was valentine’s son. but i see now that it is a LIE. ❞

he sat up && reached over to his bedside table && pulled out some gauze he was ACCIDENT PRONE enough that having plenty of first aid supplies other than runes was probably really needed. he gently, carefully took jonathan’s hand && began to wrap it without thinking, not wanting j o n a t h a n to hurt anymore or get an infection from the cut that he made in his hand. the black ichor soaked through so it needed plenty of layers of it && was already dripping onto the sheets. he’d have to strip the bed before they could actually rest. he looked up at jonathan && smiled at him, SOFTLY, ❝ i don’t think you’re a monster, no. you’re a person, i’ve seen real monsters before. && of course i think of you as my friend. you’ve been good to me so far, && you hold me when you s l e e p. i find that to be friendly. ❞ there was warmth in the smile that he gave him.

“ you couldn’t have known because i did not tell you.” his gaze lingered on the ichor gathering in his palm, a burn spreading across his skin as the black tar-like blood accumulated, irritating his pale skin. he wasn’t entirely sure what to do now, he often would do rather impulsive and violent acts but was rarely on the receiving end of his own blade. “ jace is an idiot and a liar, just as is the clave.” he spoke through gritted teeth, containing his anger just barely as sebastian took his hand, beginning to wrap a soft gauze around his right hand. he could not remember the last time that someone had cared enough to try to mend his wounds, though it was rather unsurprising even to himself knowing his father had never quite cared for him in the way that a parent should. there was another feeling that came with sebastian verlac- not the irritation that came with his inability to fight well, or the annoyance that came with his having to call jonathan a name that did not belong to him but rather a blackthorn boy in los angeles- rather something warmer, softer. there was a strange need to possess the boy and all of his attentions. “ i enjoy it, holding you. you’re very warm.”

morgensternblood‌:

her heart aches as she looks at her big brother. the possibility of what he could have been tugged at her heartstrings. she has one hand wrapped around heosphoros but her arms are limp by her side with the hope that she won’t have to use it. she stands firm, doing her best not to let her emotions cloud her judgement.

❝ you don’t have to do this, jonathan. ❞ she pleads, eyes wide. how had her life gotten to this point? begging her older brother — who she’d not even known existed for most of her life — to come back to the institute with her and stop all of this madness. ❝ please, jon. for me? // @hellraiised

dark eyes looked down upon his sister from his perch, thinking through his options as he sat on a throne of hot iron. the idea was only mildly appealing, to go live a life with his sister that wasn’t filled with bloodshed and violence. jonathan uncrossed his legs and stood, closing the gap between the two of them with a few purposeful strides, reaching out with a gentle hand to tuck stray red locks behind clary’s ear and out of her face. “ of course i have to, little sister.” he spoke in a voice like velvet, so sure of himself and his ambitions that he couldn’t possibly be doing any wrong. “ you could never love me while you have any distractions, and you will love me.” there was an undertone of anger to the words though they came out pleasantly, a deep seeded bitterness poisoning his thoughts. “ you and i will rule over this new world, i am doing all of this for you, can't you see that?”

byscuit

The Brother I Always and Never Had

hellraiised

byscuit·:

a semi-planned starter with @hellraiised

Clarissa Adele Fairchild was rugged up in the thickest blanket she could find and nestled in a dining chair she had dragged out to the balcony. It would be warmer inside, and already her nose and cheeks were pink with the cold, but just at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to sit inside, willingly inhabiting the same space as Jonathan…

As her brother.

Her solitude, however, was not long lasting, and she slid down further into the blanket to hide as much of her face as she heard the door behind her open.

Clary could only hope that he would take this as a sign that she did not want to be disturbed. A weak hope, yes, but a hope nonetheless.

jonathan felt himself continuously pulled towards his sister no matter what he did. it was a need to be loved and cared for that he did not understand that demanded he be in her presence whenever he could because maybe she would learn to love him, maybe she would learn that he isn’t a monster, and that he did everything for her. he slid open the door carefully with one hand, shutting it behind him and taking a seat on the soft wooden flooring of the balcony. “why do you avoid me, clarissa?” he asked in a gentler tone than he was aware he possessed, handing her a hot cup of tea and taking a sip of the whiskey he had poured into a rather ornate crystal glass. “ have i upset you?”

stclliferous·:

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 somehow, she knew that she couldn’t keep the shadow world from clary forever nor could she hide from her past forever, but after sixteen years it seemed like maybe she could everything dark && bad about what happened with the circle would just 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄 away like a memory. jocelyn thought she would feel happy that she had her baby boy again, that he wasn’t actually dead, but she wasn’t happy at all. of course she was pleased that he was going to be okay, that heavenly fire had burned all impurities away, but she knew that there was not going to be some sort of 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 there would be a trial, the clave would be heavily involved in trying to execute him, jonathan would have his own mental turmoil, && there was no way he would trust either him or luke anytime soon. && her heart, her soul ached for her 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 because there was almost nothing she could do to make things better.

while jocelyn was 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 now, having sat with her son in the hospital room in idris for the entire time he had been here, making sure that nobody tried to hurt him in his sleep, she couldn’t bring herself to rest for more than a moment. the only time she took a nap was when luke was there to watch over jonathan for her, but he was back home with 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘 today so it was up to her to keep him company. she was almost losing hope that he’d ever awaken when she was 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 caught by surprise, her hand pulling away as her boy shot up && started thrashing around like he was being held underwater, obviously having a violent panic attack, not knowing where he was or what was happening.

❝ baby, shh, no, jonathan, please you’re going to be okay. mommy is here, yeah ?? i’m here. you’re in a hospital, okay ?? you’re going to be okay. ❞ her voice shook, but she tried to be gentle && comforting. her hand reached up to try && pull him back, but she pulled her hand away, realising that he might 𝐍𝐎𝐓 want her to touch him.

his chest heaved, lungs trying to suck in enough air to calm himself though almost immediately they exhaled. jon could feel himself becoming light headed, heartbeat erratic as he pulled forcefully at the metal that held his arms to the bed rails before hearing a familiar, shaking voice beside him. green eyes flickered over to his left side, freezing up like a deer in the headlights as jocelyn made an attempt to soothe her eldest child. he had never thought of jocelyn of his mother before, but there was a wave of emotion that overcame him at the words the young man barely holding back tears. “ a hospital?” he repeated hoarsely, possessing the voice of a man who hadn’t spoken in some time. “why am i here, mother?” the word was foreign on his tongue but seemed to fit. he seemed very much boyish in his hospital gown despite the dark circles that marked his skin, quite different than the blood lusting man he seemed to be months prior in edom. a hot pain spread from the middle of his chest, wet warmth making his gown stick to his skin slick with blood from tearing where his wound had been closing its self up. “ why didn’t you let me die?” the words came out before he had time to think about them, though having true raw emotions other than anger were so new to jonathan he was unsure he would have been able to keep them back even if he had. “ i wish you would have let me die.” he let his body fall back against the bed, uncaring about any damage he may have caused to himself in the process. he would rather have died, he decided. it would have been better for everyone including himself if he had.

△ + are you aware sebastian has feelings for you, and if so, how do you feel about it?

“ i don’t think that it’s possible for anyone to truly have feelings for me. he’s simply becoming attached to the person that he believes me to be. eight.” send △ plus a question for my muse’s honest answer and how little they want to answer on a scale of one to ten

△ + who do you consider to be the worse parent? valentine or jocelyn?

“ i would hardly consider jocelyn a parent, but seeing as my father at least knew what i was and stayed with me regardless i would argue that valentine was a better parent and jocelyn worse. ten.”send △ and a question and my muse will answer honestly along with how little they want to answer on a scale of one to ten.

Reblog if your muse IS a parent.

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