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Solara was walking back to her office from her last class of the day, a night class to be exact. She had a leisurely pace, satchel slung over her shoulder, as she glanced over one of the lab reports her students had passed in. This one had a few spelling errors...on the first page. Her lips pursed, thoroughly unimpressed by the clear lack of effort.
Blood.
The scent invaded her nose, almost violently. Blood was not something she feared, rather, she welcomed it. There was time where she couldn’t control herself around the substance, violently killing hundreds of people. That was so long ago, she barely remembered anything to do with that time, so lost in the blood lust she was. It destroyed her memory leaving her only with the memory of unquenchable thirst. The scent was getting stronger, worrying her. The campus was small, a local state college, and such a strong scent could only mean trouble.
Solara shoved the paper into her satchel, holding the strap as she followed the scent. The next scent to hit her, rounding the corner into the parking garage, was vampire. Young vampire. She heard gasping as she got closer, and she found the vampire in question.
She was huddled over a body. Whoever it was was dead. “You shouldn’t be here,” Solara tutted, surging forward with inhuman speed, catching the newly turned vampire off guard around the neck, holding her against the cement wall. Blood covered her chin, running down her neck. “Do you know what you are?” It seemed as if this girl was changed and set free to either die or kill recklessly. She was a baby as far as Solara was concerned.
A/N: I know that Alec is gay, this is a figment of my imagination.
MASTERLIST
You sat down on your bed in Idris one last time. You take a look around as you notice how empty your room now looked. All the posters had been pulled off, pictures were taken down. Your mural had been painted over and the walls were now white instead of the soft blue you had grown up with. Your bed was bare along with your closet and drawers.
When the door opened to reveal Maryse Lightwood you knew it was time. Maryse was moving you to the New York Institute where she and the Clave believed you would be an “excellent addition”. With a sigh, you picked up your few bags slinging them on you and grabbing your suitcase you followed behind her. Maryse talked to you about the New York Institute and you vaguely remember visiting as a child for some training but you had lived most of your life in Idris.
The two of you stepped through the portal and came out the other side. When you arrive your eyes dart around observing and absorbing all the information available to you. Maryse takes the lead, guiding you through other people, many gaping at you. You kept your (e/c) eyes trained on the path Maryse blazed. She led you to the rooms and then to an open one, as you walked in you notices the style was different and so was the set up than your room in Idris but it would work.
“Unpack, get comfortable I’m going to send a few people up to meet you. These are going to be the group you’re working with.” She gives you a sad smile as if she could tell that you missed Idris.
You gave her a weak nod and began to open your bags. you heard her heels click and clack away as you opened the closet. You began hanging some clothes up and putting others in the drawers. You had finished the drawers as the clicking and clacking of heels return. As you look back you see Maryse and 4 others behind her, they all look to be your age a few a bit younger but close enough.
“(Y/n) meet your new team members, Jace Wayland, Clarissa Fairchild, and my children Isabelle and Alec Lightwood.” Their eyes rake you as they try to grasp information on you but you could tell they were failing.
“Hi,” you mumble.
“I’ll leave you to it, and Alec, Isabelle help (y/n) unpack her bags,” Maryse says walking out.
“Hi, (y/n), I’m Clary, and I really look forward to meeting you but I do have a friend who needs my help so I can’t stay,” the look the redhead gives you is pure guilt and you know she isn’t lying.
“It’s ok,” you offer with a smile, as she gives you a quick hug (which you are too surprised to recuperate) before rushing out.
You turn back to the remaining three to see Jace talking to Alec and Isabelle about something, you listen in, but mind your work as you continue to hang things up.
“-I gotta go watch Clary…” he whispers.
“What?” Alec complains.
“Yeah, she’s heading over to see Simon and with the state, he’s in, I don’t trust it.” Jace continues.
“Go, we got this,” Isabelle pitched before he mumbled thanks. Alec, however, let his eyes roll as the blonde rushed up to you.
“(Y/n)..” Jace calls wearily.
With a silent sigh, you turn to face him, “I’m really sorry but-”
You decide to cut him off, “You have to help Clary, the shadow world is dangerous, I get it.” you smile to him.
“You’re not mad?” he inquires.
“Go!” you smile, urging the blonde out the door, and with a smirk he is.
You turn back to the 2 dark haired siblings before sighing, “Anybody else got an emergency they need to get to?”
“Nada” Isabelle winks coming to sit on your bed.
You give the younger girl a smile, delighted to know you wouldn’t be abandoned.
“What can we do?” she continues sending a glare to her brother.
“Oh! um, depends are you willing to help me paint?” you ask.
“Paint?” Alec scoffs with an eye roll.
“Yeah, the first thing I do is paint the walls, make me feel more at home..” you trail.
“Sounds like fun, lemme go change into something more workable,” Isabelle winks before rushing out.
You stand awkwardly before the much taller boy, as you wait for his sister to return.
“So….” you begin, earning another eye roll from the boy.
“You know, if you roll your eyes too much they might just roll away,” you smirk, though he just rolls his eyes once more.
“Fine, don’t take my insightful advice,” you joke as Izzy returns.
She’s wearing some yoga pants and a tank top now but her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail and out of her face.
“Alright! let’s get to it!” She smiled.
Together the 2 of you throws sheets atop all the furniture and across the floor, grabbing the paint you had previously brought with you, you set it up. Still smiling making small talk you grabbed a brush and she grabbed a roller, you both set out painting on opposite ends of the room. Alec sat on your covered bed for a bit watching the both of you, giggle as you paint and race back for more. On one trip you take a chance and hold your hand out to him. He looks at it, then to you, then to Izzy, and back to you and finally rests on your hand once again.
“C'mon, I’m pretty sure your mom told you to help me,” you smirk.
“Whatever,” Alec stands up rolling his eyes and pulls off his jacket. He grabs another brush and works on your wall with you, his height allowing you to get the areas you couldn’t reach before. together the three of you worked for hours until all the walls had been painted, you all collapsed on the ground next to the paint as you rested.
“I’m going to go check in with Jace, I’ll be right back,” Izzy smiled with a strange look as she rose up from the floor.
The 2 of you sit in a silence but it’s no longer awkward, you look up at the raven haired boy and notice paint right under his left eye. “You have a little..” you gesture towards the speck.
“Oh,” he says wiping under his right eye.
“No, it’s..um,” you giggle as your hand reaches out as your thumb swipes at the paint. Your eyes dart to his as he meets your gaze, his intense blue eyes searching your own.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble.
“Why?” he whispered, eyes still trained on you.
Biting your lip to keep back the giggle, “I think I made the paint worse.” you admit honestly.
He rolls his eyes once more as he looks away from you. “Hey (y/n), I think you have a little something on your face too,” he says grabbing your attention once more.
Your head turns back to the highly attractive person before you only to be met with a paint brush to your nose. You hear Alec begin to laugh as your eyes travel from the brush to him. you study him before picking up your own paint brush and leaning forwards.
“No.” He says sternly, but to no avail, you reach forward and create a little slash of paint on his forehead.
He rolls his eyes and licks his lips before retaliating the 2 of you begin to wrestle in attempts to mark the other with paint. that’s how Isabelle finds you, she walks in to see you straddling Alec and painting him where ever you can.
“Ahem. Get a room.” She smirks looking at the two of you as you scramble off of him.
By now the two of you are covered in paint from head to toe, covering many of your runes and many of his in turn.
And that’s how everyone else finds you as well. Maryse walks in with Jace and Clary on her trail, they all stop short of the sight in front of them. 2 highly trained Shadowhunters are covered in a light blue paint that matches the walls around them.
“I don’t want to know,” Maryse decided to turn around and walking away.
“That’s too bad because I do,” Jace smirks crossing his hands over his chest.
Alec looks like a deer caught in headlights so you step up, “Lightwood here rolled his eyes at me one too many times.” you lie.
“Enough said, clean it up, Maryse needs to talk to us when you’re done,” Jace admits leaving as well. Clary sends you a funny look as she follows him.
“Imma leave you two to it then…” Izzy comments wiggling her eyebrows at you and a blush rose to your cheek. Isabelle walked out with one last smirk leaving you and Alec alone in your new room once more.
“I’m sorry about the paint,” you smile as you really take in his blue appearance.
He rolls his eyes and then looks to you, “I’m not.” he smirks.
“Rude.” you decide.
“Nah, I had fun, that doesn’t happen too often.” he admits grabbing his stele and walking over to you.stele and walking over to you.
“You have a cleaning rune?” He asks now in front of you
“Nope.” you smile.
“Turn around.” He laughs.
Alec’s hands glide over your shoulder and pull the strap of your tank top down, he burns the rune into the skin on your back, his other hand resting on your opposite shoulder.
“Done,” He whispered as you slowly turn to face him. When you do the paint has vanished from your body, your clothes, however, not so much.
“Thanks,” you whisper.
“Anytime,” His face is closer now and you can feel his warm breath on your face.
“We should go down,” you mutter though you’d love to stay here just as you were.
“Yeah, but there’s something I want to do first.” he decides.
His hands come up to cup your cheek as his lips meet yours. They’re soft and the kiss is intoxicating as you both move in sync until the need for oxygen is too great.
As you pull away his forehead rests on yours, “So you, me this Friday?” he asks softly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’d like that,” you smile once again. “But we should go down,” you remind him.
You receive an exaggerated sigh in response, along with the ever so present eye roll.
knowing better, eating chocolate at two am, smiling around a cup of coffee, snorting in dismissal, tying hair out of the way, small pastries, standing on your toes to kiss someone on the cheek
