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My Top 10 Shadowhunter couples (Book and Show)
10. Jimon
9. Sizzy
8. Maruke
7. Gabrily
6. Clace
5. Saphael
4. Kierak (+Cristina but mostly these two)
3. 🥉 Wessa
2. 🥈Thomastair
1. 🥇 Malec
I started a new Legacy game, with no storyline. I just take photos from time to time and post them here as souvenirs. And here's my sim: Xander Maruke
The Heart Knows
Flufftober Day 18 - Soulmate AU (Read on AO3)
Luke thought he wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of a soulmate the way that the Downworlders do - Shadowhunters have chosen soulmates, they have their Parabatai, and that’s it. They aren’t born with soulmate marks like the Downworlders and mundanes, to have to hope that one day they’ll cross paths with the person they’re meant to be with.
The day Luke turned into a werewolf was also the day he lost his runes and gained a soulmate mark.
He told himself that he wouldn’t get wrapped up in it, especially after his chosen soulmate as a Nephilim didn’t turn out so great. His track record for soulmates leaves a lot to be desired and he’s probably better off if he never crosses paths with the person who shares the marking on his chest that looks like the silhouette of a book.
Luke tries not to care but he finds himself looking at the exposed skin of every person he dates, every stranger in a bookshop, hoping to find ‘the one’. It’s foolish, he knows, but he can’t stop hoping…
Until the day he stopped hoping because he finds Maryse.
He doesn’t need a mark to know that this is it for him. He thought it might be Jocelyn, it’s the closest he’s come to being okay without ever knowing who his ‘one’ is. Once he reconnects with Maryse Lightwood, however, he decides once and for all that he doesn’t care about a stupid mark on his skin. She’s it for him. She’s all he wants.
“You deserve to find your soulmate, Lucian,” Maryse tells him one day.
“I deserve to be happy, and you make me happy, Mare. That’s all I need,” Luke promises her.
On the day of Maryse’s de-runing, Luke wants to be there, but Maryse won’t allow it. He waits, giving her the space and time she wants, and is surprised when she shows up on his doorstep before he even gets the chance to check in on her.
“Maryse, how are you feeling? Is everything alright?” Luke asks, ushering her inside without hesitation.
“I… Lucian, I-” Maryse starts, then stops, stumbling over her words. Instead of finding the right words, she pulls the shoulder of her top down to expose the space just under her neck. At first, Luke doesn’t know what he’s looking at - the dark black marking just looks like a rune at a glance, until he remembers that she doesn’t have runes anymore.
That’s when he realizes - it looks like the silhouette of a book. It’s his matching soulmate mark.
It’s nice to see the mark, to know for sure that Maryse is meant to be it for him, but he meant it when he said he felt it before now, too.
Sometimes the heart just knows.
“Guess I don’t have to worry about you finding your soulmate and leaving me,” Maryse says softly with a nervous laugh.
“I was never going to do that,” Luke says. “I love you just as much knowing this-” he runs a finger gently over the mark, smiling. “As I did an hour ago, or yesterday, or last week.”
Maryse smiles up at him fully now, nerves gone. “I love you too.”
I think “The War” by SYML fits very well in the world of “Shadowhunters”. There already a vid of Jace to that song, but it would be nice to see one with all of the characters.
The Shadow world is one Family
Em’s Shadowhunters Finale Coda Fic Rec
My small contribution to the wonderful finale coda’s our lovely fandom authors have posted ♥️
Happy by AlisonSilverstorm99 | Rated: G | WC: 497 | Pairing: Malec
“It feels nice,” Alec says softly. “To be able to smile and laugh without expecting the world to go up in smoke at any time.” Then, turning and pressing a kiss on Magnus’ forehead, he says, “And I have you. For as long as I can live,” with all of his heart’s love in his hazel eyes.
Replay by ColorfulWarlock | Rated: T | WC: 1083 | Pairing: Malec
Magnus Bane may have forgotten the Shadow World, but the Shadow World never forgot him.
this place is ours now by cuubism | Rated: G | WC: 2189 | Pairing: Malec
The Institute is a difficult place for Magnus to be, even on his own wedding day.
in your warmth I forget how cold it can be by icanthelpbut_love_you | Rated: E | WC: 5210 | Pairing: Malec
Frantically trying to save his fiancé from eternity in hell is definitely not how Alec envisioned spending his first days after getting engaged. So now Magnus is back, he figures they’re owed at the very least some time alone.
I Wish by la_muerta | Rated: E | WC: 4517 | Pairing: Malec
A collection of missing scenes from the special two-part finale episode of Shadowhunters Season 3.
Loving Husbands by supersapphics | Rated: G | WC: 720 | Pairing: Malec
A small private moment between Alec & Magnus directly after the wedding, before they join the reception celebrations.
Five times Alec called Magnus his husband on their wedding day by SquaresAreNotCircles | Rated: G | WC: 1210 | Pairing: Malec
Jace happens to be close by, so Alec drags him over. There’s no real need for him to be present while Magnus opens up the portal to his – their – loft, so Magnus suspects Alec of doing it mostly so he can say, within earshot of Magnus and in front of the whole wide world and everyone they know, “My husband is taking me home.”
show me heart again by gaywoodandbine | Rated: NR | WC: 533 | Pairing: Malec
Magnus tips his face towards the golden light of a New York City morning and smiles faintly at the warmth that sinks into his skin. He is at peace for the first time in weeks.
Catholic Redemption for a (former) Vampire by Nocticola | Rated: G | WC: 1242 | Pairing: Magnus & Raphael
Raphael is not a vampire anymore, but even when he was, he was still a good Catholic. Now he needs to find redemption for his sins.
Certainty, Hope, and a Promise by Beckyhelene | Rated: T | WC: 18864 | Pairing: Malec
(Missing moments between leaving Edom and lying in bed together next morning) In the aftermath of Edom, and everything that came before it, the newly reunited and engaged Magnus and Alec have a talk.
Into The Light by Lonelygrl91 | Rated: T | WC: 8429 | Pairing: Clace & Malec
Jace has been watching her for a year, but when she sees him things change. Suddenly Jace is feeling the pull towards the mundane world, and a love he could never have in the shadows. But is the jump into the mundane worth it? And what will the inquisitor say?
This Is the Coda That Never Ends... by ByTheAngell (SomeLittleInfamy) | Rated: T | WC: 148,656 | Pairing: Malec, Clace, Sizzy, Reyhill, Maruke, Heline
Jace doesn't expect Clary to see him. She doesn't expect those vague emotions she paints to suddenly hold onto solid meaning in her mind. And the rest of the Shadow World, however open to change it may be since her departure, isn't prepared for the changes that are yet to come...
10 AM - Paris Time (Marcian)
Luke/Mary, Rated G, 1k words, Post Canon
Luke is on mission in Paris, and Maryse enjoys life there, sitting at the terrace of a café.
Written for @shadowhunterschallenges, Day 5 of the RarePair Challenge: Marcian
Read On AO3
The café stood at the corner of a little square, onto one of the busiest and beautifulest avenues of Paris. The chair seats were made of braided plastic, bright, shiny white, with wooden frames supporting them. They were more comfortable than they originally appeared.
The waiters of the café had not yet pulled the shades to protect the row of seats from the sun, so Maryse enjoyed it fully. It was around 10 in the morning, and it was her 30th day in Paris.
The coffee was stronger than she was used to, and she’d learned that the type she preferred was called café double, and not americano. Ordering americanos in cafés got you strange looks, and a quite disgusting drink.
She was reading a book, in French, of course, working on her old French skills that had been forgotten during the last decades spent in the New York Institute. It was only the end of her first month here, and they would stay for as long as Luke was needed in the Paris Institute. And for now, it seemed like Alec had asked him to stay at least a trimester.
Maryse had her own things to do. She had people to see, she needed to visit a couple of shops held by demons and warlocks alike. The first one had been Mirek’s old shop, that had been taken over by a new one. She’d introduced herself and offered some help with possible translations. That was her job now.
She had those business cards, written with Maryse Lightwood, Antiques Dealer & Shadow World Translator. They seemed a bit strange some days. Like they didn’t really belong to her. But yet, here she was. That was her life now, she collected things, helped translate records and worked on decoding Circle code that seemed to permeate the life of many Downworlder Antiques Dealers.
Some days she felt terrible about those, about the fact that Circle members had systematically taken from the Downworld, systematically locked away from them. It was their knowledge, their books, their art and tools, but the Circle had taken it and locked it away behind impenetrable code. And Maryse was trying to undo it.
Those were the days where she wanted to apologize to everyone. But apologies didn’t help. She didn’t want to seem like she was asking for pity for this, because she wasn’t. She just wanted to fix what she’d been responsible for, somewhat.
The sun shifted a little and she pulled down her sunglasses on her nose. Over the cream stone of the nearby building, in between old small houses and old municipal buildings, the sun was playing hide and seek. And her coffee was getting cold.
Cold coffee was good, but she liked dunking her croissant in hot one. Dark and delicious and so comforting, with the buttery flackiness of the croissant. Oh, how she could get used to this. To this life, to reading cheap detective stories in French at a café terrasse, waiting for her boyfriend to come back from an early morning check-in at the Institute.
Just as she started thinking about him, she saw him part the crowd of Parisians walking onto the street. He was coming from the Paris Institute, and he was walking, as always. He liked the subway enough but he preferred walking from the Institute to their favorite café, L’Etincelle.
He looked great, his beard grown back now. People turned as he walked, a tall beautiful Black man with a leather jacket and dark eyes fixed on hers. Maryse blushed and went back to pretending that she wasn’t seeing him. Behind her sunglasses, she stole glances at him to see where he was, which way he was coming.
“Excusez moi, mademoiselle,” Luke said, his accent strong under the French words.
Maryse turned to him as he stopped in front of her table. “Qu’y-a-t-il, monsieur?”
She couldn’t help the grin tugging at her lips as he looked at her, leaning a little closer. “I saw you from across the street, and you looked so beautiful that I couldn’t help but come and ask for a drink with you.”
Maryse chuckled. “How about coffee? Right now?” She replied.
“Merci beaucoup,” Luke slid into the chair by her side.
Maryse turned to him, pulling him closer and kissing him softly on the lips. Luke was smiling against her mouth, reaching to hold her as well. Maryse felt like she was floating. Like every time that Luke kissed her like this, like she was precious and good and loved.
She moved back after a moment. French people didn’t seem to care about random French kissing in the streets, but she always felt a little awkward.
“How was your morning?” She asked, as the waiter brought him his usual, coffee and croissant. The waiter had stopped ignoring their existence about a week ago, and that was for the better. Parisians were so difficult.
“Good, good. The changes I’ve been asked to oversee are doing great,” he smiled. “I probably have the rest of the day free, except for a meeting tonight, at around 8. It’ll probably involve a lot of alcohol.”
Maryse laughed. “Do you think I can be invited? Loud drunk French people are my favorites.”
He smiled. “I don’t think anyone would dare to call me off if I bring the Inquisitor’s mother to the party.”
Maryse shook her head. “Ugh. How about you just bring your girlfriend, huh?” She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
Luke pressed a kiss to her cheek.
They settled back onto the chairs and ate their snack, chuckling and looking at the people who were walking by them.
Maryse looked at him from the corner of her eyes as he closed his eyes and let the sun brush his face. She’d never thought she’d had this. A life outside of the Clave, a life with Luke, and a life… doing something she actually loved doing.
And now she was in Paris, and it was perfect, and she felt young again. She felt like her life had gone much better than it actually had, and she wouldn’t want to exchange this moment for anything else in the world.
~ Teen Wolf
~ Buffy the Vampire Slayer
