Charm
“Can you do a Shadowhunters one-shot? The female reader thinks she’s a mundane, until she finds herself drawn to the shadow world. She and Isabelle Lightwood eventually start dating. No smut, please. Swearing is allowed, but no smut.” -Anon
(A/N): Thank you for the lovely request! I hope you like it :)
There had always been one thing you’d know, one thing you had always been sure of: you weren’t anything special. You looked normal, you thought normal and you acted normal. Nothing strange ever happened to you. At least, you thought so. When you were eleven, things started to become strange. Of course, you didn’t know other people didn’t see what you saw. You saw men and women with pink and blue skin, big wolves and even, if you paid close attention, pale people with fangs.
No one ever told you that wasn’t normal, and you never asked about the people with fangs, the wolves, or the people with pink or blue skin.
It wasn’t until you saw people with a lot of tattoos, who no one seemed to notice, that you began questioning everything. It was obvious no one saw them, which made you curious. From the moment you started paying closer attention, you noticed that the same teens appeared more often than you’d like to think. So when you ‘accidently’ bumped into the tall girl, you smiled apologetically.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” The stunned look on the face of the girl and the boys almost made you giggle.
“You can see me?”
“You’re kinda hard to miss,” You said with a grin, before realizing how that sounded. “Not that you’re big or anything... It’s just-” The blonde boy chuckled while the dark-haired boy rolled his eyes. “I just meant that you were beautiful. And tall.”
The girl cracked a little smile, but you weren’t sure if you should be happy about that.
Ever since that day, you had been trying to figure out why you could see them. They talked to you later, though. They thought you might have the sight, whatever that was. Alec, the boy with the dark hair, said you should just ignore it and stay away from anyone who looked out of the ordinary. Isabelle, the girl, scolded at him, which he answered with a: “we already have a lot to do”, which you understood.
But a word wasn’t enough, so you tried to find out more about ‘the sight’. You didn’t find much, which was a disappointment, especially since you probably were never going to see the teens again.
About one thing, you were right, you didn’t see the teens again, at least not all of them. You ran into Isabelle, even though it was obvious she knew you were going to be there.
“You probably have a lot of questions,” Was her greeting. You were mesmerized by her smile, by the way her eyes twinkled in this certain light. By everything about her, really. “You still there?”
You shook the thought of her hands on your cheek and her red lips on yours off, awkwardly smiling. “Sorry,” You gestured to the chair opposite of you. “I’d love that.”
And that was how it all started. Maybe it was your charisma, your charm, or maybe it was the way you embarrassed yourself around her, but she asked if you’d be there often. Chances were she knew you came there often, but it would be weird if she admitted that. You almost burned your tongue on your drink when you heard the question, but ignored it. You nodded rather fast, with a very bright smile. A few days later, you ran into Isabelle again.
Only a couple of months later, you and Isabelle were in a relationship. It wasn’t a surprise to either of you. From the moment you were enchanted by her, and somehow you managed to charm her into seeing things in you that you didn’t see yourself. She loved coming over to your place, and your mother treated her like a daughter of her own. You dad approved, too.
“Baby!” You said with a grin when you come in your room, hair a little damp, still. You had been in the shower when she had arrived. “I missed you, how long has it been?”
“Just a week,” She said with a smile, wincing slightly when your arms wrapped themselves around her body. “Careful.”
“What’s wrong?” You let go of her, trying to spot something that looked hurt. “Are you hurt?”
“it’s fine, just something an iratze wouldn’t fix.” You smiled gently at her, all the love that was normally in your hugs captured in it.
“Need a backrub?” She groaned at the idea and let herself fall on her back.
“God, no,” You chuckled and laid down beside her. “Your backrubs are the worst.”
“Well, I’m not a massage-woman.”
“Did you forget the word?” She turned her head to look at you. A slight blush formed on your cheeks.
“Yeah,”
“You’re so cute,” Isabelle grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your head.
