love when a character is a scientist and their speciality is science and they do science in a science lab. no specifics no clear goals no clue where their funding comes from. dont even worry about it. science.
Cheers to another funny good-fashioned side character that I have cried my heart out over despite knowing he would 100% die from the start and nobody even remembers him!
Also, please read the remnant chronicles.
I'm so late to the party but the book is a banger.
So, this is a project I have been thinking about for an embarassing amount of time and only now strated putting together.
First chapter is already up right here.
Expect more soon<3!!!
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Summary:
While casting a spell that that was supposed to show them the past, Clary and Jace are surprised to find two unexpected guests right on the doorsteps of the New York institute.
| Clace meeting Heronchild(platonic) |
| takes place after TMI |
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They really shouldn't have been doing this. It was stupid, stupid idea.
...But when did that ever stop them.
Of course, they would never have gotten into this mess were it not for that book that had (totally by accident, definitely not because Jace stole Alec's phone the other day to stop him from constantly texting his boyfriend voice messages containing things that Jace did absolutely not need to hear, leading Alec to chase him around the whole institute and then having a pillow fight on the couch in the library, accidentally knocking down a whole bookcase and breaking one of it's legs, and in an attempt to cover the damage, propping the large cabinet up on a small wooden cherub statue, making it super easy for the contents of the bookshelves to fall out) suddenly dropped down, almost knocking Clary's small frame off her feet when she attempted to get one of the volumes from the shelf.....
It opened on a page that had a tiny little totally harmless spell.
They shouldn't have even looked at it really, it was against the accords for a Shadowhunter to even have access to this kind of knowledge.
But that was the New York Institute for you โ chaos, poor decision-making, and one broken coffee machine away from disaster.
Fortunately for them (or maybe unfortunately) it was exactly what they were looking for.
-
It had all started with a fairy acorn.
Not a metaphorical one. A literal, enchanted acorn had rolled across Claryโs bedroom floor one rainy morning, casually having fallen in through the window, as faerie threats often do.
In their experience, even being contacted by the faeries never meant anything good.
Definitely nothing that didn't come with a price.
And, as they have had their fair share of history with fairies that would probably haunt them forever, they also knew that this was nothing to ignore.
The message held a classic 'All shadowhunters are in danger and only our powers can save you' type of threat.
*โThe past bleeds forward. The veil weakens. The demon returns. The cycle spins again. We offer warning, but not without price....โ*
Which was exactly the sort of ominous nonsense no one wanted to hear before breakfast.
Not wanting to repeat past mistakes they started their research.
First, find some solid evidence, then act.
It was right about time for them to actually start thinking about what they were doing anyways.
-
As they went through every stack of papers in the institute, they were realizing that this might be a real threat.
The incident that took place roughly a hundred years ago was one that even Jace remembered Hodge telling them during their classes when they were still young.
It was a demon attack. A terrific one.
The demon was of a specific kind, not at all ordinary. Fast, strong, and nearly indestructible by anything other than pure adamas, which meant almost only seraph blades, that were powerful and easy to maneuver, but for a demon this quick and large... It wasn't all that easy.
Hundreds of these nasty creatures flooded the city of London, destroying everything in sight.
The interesting thing about this particular incident was that it occured periodically in almost every century.
It was London in the year 1906.
Before that, Vienna in 1803.
The list went on.
And now in 2009... It did raise alarm bells.
The clave didn't really take an interest in this (not very surprising) since the last attack ended with the Shadowhunters succeeding in killing the mother demon, therefore closing the portal to the dimensions these beasts came from. Allegedly.
The fairies told another story thought.
That killing the demons wasn't a long term victory. That closing the portal didn't guarantee it would stay closed forever.
That the attacks were not random.
That they were part of a cycle.
And that it would happen again.
And that, according to them, it was created โ or controlled โ by a warlock.
โHeโs got a name like a rejected villain from a childrenโs play,โ Jace had muttered after reading it out loud.
*โMorvius the Timebender.โ*
Clary: โThat canโt be real.โ
Jace: โHe sounds like he wears a velvet cape and screams โyouโll regret this' at random pedestrians.โ
Unfortunately, it was real. And worse โ the fairies insisted he wasnโt dead.
And the spell they found in that dusty warlock volume? It wasnโt a window into the past.
It was a door.
-
They obviously couldn't go to the clave.
Not only would they totally ignore the warnings (cause why wouldn't they) and call them silly theories, and they would probably have small issues with Clary and Jace having contacts with fairies despite the Cold Peace, not to mention reading from a book containing old warlock spells.
Not that they needed the clave anyways.
They have been looking through all the books and documents they could find for days now, hoping to find something that would help them find something more.
Anything would be helpful, really.
Anything about the spell that had to be casted in order to open a portal of this size.
Or about that Warlock, for a change.
His motive.
Anything.
So the first thing that (naturally) came to their mind, was to go to the one any only (really only) warlock, (what a surprise) Magnus Bane.
Except that that was out of the question.
Magnus was ignoring all their calls.
(Which was also totally not Jace's fault)
So Clary decided to try and contact their second best choice.
Which meant Catarina.
Catarina, who was very kind but said she was not present during that time in London and when Clary asked if she knew anything from Magnus she said Magnus never told her anything.
(which translated to 'Magnus told me but he also told me not to talk to you because of that one thing Jace whatever-his-name-is Herondale did, so I'm doing you a huge favour just picking up this call').
....and before they knew it, they were chanting a spell from the old volume of magic that had fallen off the shelf.
It should've been a small harmful spell.
It promised showing them the past.
That's what they have expected.
A quick look. Perhaps a window, showing them what happened that year in London.
Yeah... That didn't exactly happen.
The candles blew out.
The lights flickered.
The ground trembled like it was trying not to panic.
Somewhere upstairs, Alec yelled, โWhat did you do?โ (They ignored that.)
Five seconds later, the entire power grid of Manhattan shorted out.
Then silence.
Then โ pounding on the front door.
Jace and Clary froze. Hands to weapons. A slow glance. And then a sprint down the stairs.
Jace went first, holding his breath as he prepared for the worst, only to open the door to see two men, roughly the same age as him and Clary, dressed in old fashioned suits, one with neatly brushed golden hair, holding an umbrella in his hand, the other wearing a black top hat on his head covering his dark messy curls.
The first thing Clary noticed as she looked at the strangers over Jace's shoulder was the striking eyes of the black haired man.
They were golden.
Just like Jace's own.
They both looked confused and ready to fight if needed, their expression no doubt matching Jace's and Clary's.
The blond one broke the silence with a soft awkward cough.
โWell,โ he said, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve. โThis is rather unpleasant. Could someone kindly tell us what in the name of the Angel just happened, and where exactly we are?โ
Jace just stared at them both.
The first thing that came out of his mouth (also naturally) was:
โ...Why do you both look like youโre one tragic piano note away from a Victorian death scene?โ
Okayyy so I only now realized my mistake of posting this while ao3 is down so I'll post the whole first chapter here for anyone who want to read it๐ญ๐ญ
So, this is a project I have been thinking about for an embarassing amount of time and only now strated putting together.
First chapter is already up right here.
Expect more soon<3!!!
----------------------------
Summary:
While casting a spell that that was supposed to show them the past, Clary and Jace are surprised to find two unexpected guests right on the doorsteps of the New York institute.
| Clace meeting Heronchild(platonic) |
| takes place after TMI |
----------------------------
They really shouldn't have been doing this. It was stupid, stupid idea.
...But when did that ever stop them.
Of course, they would never have gotten into this mess were it not for that book that had (totally by accident, definitely not because Jace stole Alec's phone the other day to stop him from constantly texting his boyfriend voice messages containing things that Jace did absolutely not need to hear, leading Alec to chase him around the whole institute and then having a pillow fight on the couch in the library, accidentally knocking down a whole bookcase and breaking one of it's legs, and in an attempt to cover the damage, propping the large cabinet up on a small wooden cherub statue, making it super easy for the contents of the bookshelves to fall out) suddenly dropped down, almost knocking Clary's small frame off her feet when she attempted to get one of the volumes from the shelf.....
It opened on a page that had a tiny little totally harmless spell.
They shouldn't have even looked at it really, it was against the accords for a Shadowhunter to even have access to this kind of knowledge.
But that was the New York Institute for you โ chaos, poor decision-making, and one broken coffee machine away from disaster.
Fortunately for them (or maybe unfortunately) it was exactly what they were looking for.
-
It had all started with a fairy acorn.
Not a metaphorical one. A literal, enchanted acorn had rolled across Claryโs bedroom floor one rainy morning, casually having fallen in through the window, as faerie threats often do.
In their experience, even being contacted by the faeries never meant anything good.
Definitely nothing that didn't come with a price.
And, as they have had their fair share of history with fairies that would probably haunt them forever, they also knew that this was nothing to ignore.
The message held a classic 'All shadowhunters are in danger and only our powers can save you' type of threat.
*โThe past bleeds forward. The veil weakens. The demon returns. The cycle spins again. We offer warning, but not without price....โ*
Which was exactly the sort of ominous nonsense no one wanted to hear before breakfast.
Not wanting to repeat past mistakes they started their research.
First, find some solid evidence, then act.
It was right about time for them to actually start thinking about what they were doing anyways.
-
As they went through every stack of papers in the institute, they were realizing that this might be a real threat.
The incident that took place roughly a hundred years ago was one that even Jace remembered Hodge telling them during their classes when they were still young.
It was a demon attack. A terrific one.
The demon was of a specific kind, not at all ordinary. Fast, strong, and nearly indestructible by anything other than pure adamas, which meant almost only seraph blades, that were powerful and easy to maneuver, but for a demon this quick and large... It wasn't all that easy.
Hundreds of these nasty creatures flooded the city of London, destroying everything in sight.
The interesting thing about this particular incident was that it occured periodically in almost every century.
It was London in the year 1906.
Before that, Vienna in 1803.
The list went on.
And now in 2009... It did raise alarm bells.
The clave didn't really take an interest in this (not very surprising) since the last attack ended with the Shadowhunters succeeding in killing the mother demon, therefore closing the portal to the dimensions these beasts came from. Allegedly.
The fairies told another story thought.
That killing the demons wasn't a long term victory. That closing the portal didn't guarantee it would stay closed forever.
That the attacks were not random.
That they were part of a cycle.
And that it would happen again.
And that, according to them, it was created โ or controlled โ by a warlock.
โHeโs got a name like a rejected villain from a childrenโs play,โ Jace had muttered after reading it out loud.
*โMorvius the Timebender.โ*
Clary: โThat canโt be real.โ
Jace: โHe sounds like he wears a velvet cape and screams โyouโll regret this' at random pedestrians.โ
Unfortunately, it was real. And worse โ the fairies insisted he wasnโt dead.
And the spell they found in that dusty warlock volume? It wasnโt a window into the past.
It was a door.
-
They obviously couldn't go to the clave.
Not only would they totally ignore the warnings (cause why wouldn't they) and call them silly theories, and they would probably have small issues with Clary and Jace having contacts with fairies despite the Cold Peace, not to mention reading from a book containing old warlock spells.
Not that they needed the clave anyways.
They have been looking through all the books and documents they could find for days now, hoping to find something that would help them find something more.
Anything would be helpful, really.
Anything about the spell that had to be casted in order to open a portal of this size.
Or about that Warlock, for a change.
His motive.
Anything.
So the first thing that (naturally) came to their mind, was to go to the one any only (really only) warlock, (what a surprise) Magnus Bane.
Except that that was out of the question.
Magnus was ignoring all their calls.
(Which was also totally not Jace's fault)
So Clary decided to try and contact their second best choice.
Which meant Catarina.
Catarina, who was very kind but said she was not present during that time in London and when Clary asked if she knew anything from Magnus she said Magnus never told her anything.
(which translated to 'Magnus told me but he also told me not to talk to you because of that one thing Jace whatever-his-name-is Herondale did, so I'm doing you a huge favour just picking up this call').
....and before they knew it, they were chanting a spell from the old volume of magic that had fallen off the shelf.
It should've been a small harmful spell.
It promised showing them the past.
That's what they have expected.
A quick look. Perhaps a window, showing them what happened that year in London.
Yeah... That didn't exactly happen.
The candles blew out.
The lights flickered.
The ground trembled like it was trying not to panic.
Somewhere upstairs, Alec yelled, โWhat did you do?โ (They ignored that.)
Five seconds later, the entire power grid of Manhattan shorted out.
Then silence.
Then โ pounding on the front door.
Jace and Clary froze. Hands to weapons. A slow glance. And then a sprint down the stairs.
Jace went first, holding his breath as he prepared for the worst, only to open the door to see two men, roughly the same age as him and Clary, dressed in old fashioned suits, one with neatly brushed golden hair, holding an umbrella in his hand, the other wearing a black top hat on his head covering his dark messy curls.
The first thing Clary noticed as she looked at the strangers over Jace's shoulder was the striking eyes of the black haired man.
They were golden.
Just like Jace's own.
They both looked confused and ready to fight if needed, their expression no doubt matching Jace's and Clary's.
The blond one broke the silence with a soft awkward cough.
โWell,โ he said, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve. โThis is rather unpleasant. Could someone kindly tell us what in the name of the Angel just happened, and where exactly we are?โ
Jace just stared at them both.
The first thing that came out of his mouth (also naturally) was:
โ...Why do you both look like youโre one tragic piano note away from a Victorian death scene?โ
A little piece of a really really short oneshot I wrote some time ago about Heronchild cause I love Heronchild.
| Matthew gets poisoned during patrol and James is dealing with the very, very dramatic aftermath |
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โIโm dying,โ Matthew announced for the sixth time in as many minutes. โThis is it, Jamie. My tragic, beautiful end. I hope youโre ready to tell everyone that I died nobly.โ
โYou got bit,โ James said flatly, dragging him by the arm through a dark alley in Soho, blood trailing behind them like ribbons. โBy a demon the size of a cat.โ
โIt was a venomous demon,โ Matthew hissed, sagging dramatically against a brick wall, looking up at the sky with the longing of a romantic heroine. โWith eyes like coals and a vendetta against beauty. It went for my face, James.โ
โIt went for your ankle, Math.โ
Matthew clutched his ankle. โMy face of the leg!โ
James stopped. โWhat does that evenโโ He sighed, then caught him as he nearly collapsed. โYouโre burning up.โ
โOh no. Fever. Hallucinations. Soon Iโll start telling the truth.โ He blinked up at James. โIโm in love with you.โ
James froze.
Matthew blinked. โDid I say that aloud? That wasโฆ unfortunate.โ
โYouโre delirious,โ James muttered, pulling him back upright, clearly trying not to look at him.
โYou know, if I die now, thatโll be the last thing I ever say to you. โIโm in love with you.โ Isnโt that romantic? Isnโt that terribly French?โ
โYouโre not dying.โ
โThen kiss me and make me live.โ
โYouโre disgusting.โ
โIโm irresistible.โ
โYouโre bleeding on my coat.โ
Matthew gave a pitiful noise. โWell take me home then, oh knight of blood-stained wool, before I say something even worse. I might propose.โ
--- the rest and more is on my ao3 page here if anyones interested!!โก ---
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