ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD & JONATHAN MORGENSTERN
“Out of all of them,” he said again, in the same low voice, “I thought you were the most like me.”
I miss them so much ._.
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ISABELLE LIGHTWOOD & JONATHAN MORGENSTERN
“Out of all of them,” he said again, in the same low voice, “I thought you were the most like me.”
I miss them so much ._.
More Jonabelle!!!! Thanks to the anon for prompting me to do this!
An Angel and a Demon
Sebastian!Jonathan x Isabelle, Halloween fic
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“Are you sure your friends will be okay with this?” Sebastian asks.
They are walking on the sidewalk, from the subway to the Hunter’s Moon. The hood of his hoodie is up and covering his face in shadows. He’s not wearing his usual “skin”. Isabelle has convinced him to use his burnt face as a Halloween costume.
No matter what isabelle says, he can’t get himself to take off the hood yet. She keeps reassuring him, tells him no one will care, everyone will think it’s either a neat costume or he’s a poor guy who deserves a drink.
He doesn’t know HOW she’s convinced him to go like this. She didn’t force his hand, because she wouldn’t be able to. He just… agreed. And now he’s regretting it. His usual feeling of disgust when looking at himself is still there, and stronger than ever.
“I am,” Isabelle shrugs, and she gently squeezes his hand. “Everything will be alright, Seb.”
He sighs a little and nods. The Halloween party invitation had come rather late and neither of them had been able to do the research they’d wanted to do for it. In Isabelle’s purse, there was a cheap devil horns headband that he could put on with his red tshirt if he didn’t feel comfortable. In that case, he’d be a demon. It would also fit them.
Isabelle was wearing a white lace bustier bra with a short white satin skirt tied over white booty shorts. Thigh-high white stockings with a less garter went up to her thigh with some very high silvery heeled sandals. She had put on fluffy wings and had a headband with a fluffy white halo over her head. She was an angel. And he was a demon. Fitting.
She had one of his jackets on top of her outfit, because New York Fall was cold, and he didn’t want her to get sick, even if she was a strong angelic warrior.
They made it to the Hunter’s Moon pretty quickly and before they walked in, Isabelle turned around and looked at him. He felt like moving away, keeping her from seeing his burnt face. He sighed a little as she took a step closer and slid her hands up his chest.
“You don’t have to. You can go as a hot demon if you want to,” Isabelle whispers, impossibly close. He feels like he can see every speck of glitter in her eyeshadow. “Or we can go home.”
“We made it here. We’re not coming home,” he replies and she nods. “I’ll… Listen, I will start with the demon. And we’ll see with the burn later okay?”
Isabelle nods and takes the horns out of the pocket of the jacket. She gently pushes back his hood and when it falls, he’s put on the British blonde-haired face again. She arranges the headband into his hair and smiles.
“Here you go, my sexy demon,” she grins and leans in to kiss him. He kisses her back, wrapping an arm around her waist under the too-big coat. “Let’s go?” She asks, and he nods. He keeps one of his arms around her as they walk in.
demon!Isabelle Lightwood x Jonathan Morgenstern
I can't even believe what you did to me
{Isabelle x Jonathan} When the ashes arise, the light shall fall...
I just love the quality of these gifs :D
Sebastian Verlac/Morgenstern x Isabelle Lightwood
Can’t they just get married and rule the world together?
Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name; Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me.
(insp.)