It's night at Magnus' loft.
It's only a few days they've been back from Edom.
A time for tenderness and confessions.
And looking at the sky.
The warm steam of the shower reached up to the balcony and made its way outside, blending with the already warm air of that weirdly quiet May New York night.
Magnus had heard Alec coming back from his mission and barely muttering a quick I’m home before the bathroom door closed behind him and the rumor of the water followed.
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Square filled: Stargazing, written for @shadowhunterbingo
Malec, general, no warnings, books characters, canon compliant post CoHF
This is for @ignisaurumprobat9 who suggested me to make some Malec out of a beautiful poem of Tyler Knott Gregson.
Clary loves it when Jace plays piano. She could just sit there for hours with her head on his shoulder listening to him play.
When they finally move in together, Jace is always super neat and tidy while Clary is just an artistic mess that drives him crazy but he love spending everyday with her and waking up next to her.
When one of them are away on Clave business, they text each other constantly and call every night before bed. They are always so excited to see the other when they return even if they were only gone a day.
Jace is made fun of constantly by his family for the weapons shopping date.
They get dinner every Sunday night, sometimes malec or sizzy will come too but it is mostly just them. Usually when they get back to the institute they will curl up on the couch and watch a movie.
Every year on Jace’s Birthday they make spaghetti because it is his favorite but also in reminder of the spaghetti bath.
Jace and Clary’s house is filled with painting by both Jocelyn and Clary. Many of them depict their friends and family.
The Clace wedding is the event of the century, literally, it is talked about for CENTURIES! No one really knows what happened but there was a lot of people there and it was definitely a fun night.
Luke walks Clary down the aisle.
Most importantly, they live mostly happy normal lives after COHF, well, as normal as life could be when you are a Shadowhunter!
Ohh the short story is about the life of the tmi characters post tmi era so it's no biggie if you haven't read lady midnight yet (you should tho it's beyond awesome) uhmm about the fanfics, anything actually that will bridge up that cliff hanger ending and fill up mg soul will be great :))
I looked around and found a few! Not all of them are post A Long Conversation, but I linked all the fics I could find that were related to the short story!
Now We Talk by yelyahPARAWHORE (1/1 | 1,986 words | Rated T)
Do you know that little Lady Midnight short called A Long Conversation? It’s a pretty little thing that showed us the current happenings on the lives of the TMI gang post the last book and IT WAS AWESOME. Did my best to keep the people who haven’t read it yet up to date. I only just added the malec engagement tho sorry :) Centers around when the who did that thing to that person
Nothing Was Ordinary by Lyssala (1/1 | 1,508 words | Rated T)
“Isabelle was beautiful, not that Simon was biased or anything. It was a fact he knew so well, but sometimes it would just hit him; like when he was going to retrieve some fallen arrows after their fight with a Shax demon. He probably should keep cleaning what he could, making sure he wasn’t cut anywhere, wasn’t burned by ichor but he found himself just staring.”
Filled with endless feels on the ending of Lady Midnight, here’s a take on the scene Simon mentions in “A Long Conversation”. Spoilers for the ending of Lady Midnight.
Pre-Long Conversation by Kyrate (1/1 | 1,700 words | Rated K)
This is the actual proposal scene that the characters in the short story A Long Conversation talk about
Author: winter's cry
Pairing: Gen, Clary-centric
Rating: K
Word Count: 911 words
Summary: Clary tries to draw in a park and discovers that life has changed dramatically. Set after City of Heavenly Fire.
Part of my Idris Adventures series. Just so you know, in this ‘verse Clary and Izzy are parabatai because it worked with the story and them fighting together gives me life, but Clary and Simon are still just as close as in canon.
Summary: The Herondales have an unexpected sleepover, and we meet a new face.
Clary woke in the middle of the night to a blinding pain. She sat up and gasped, eyes wide, and tried to determine where it was coming from. As consciousness returned to her, she realised the pain wasn’t as bad as she had initially thought, almost as if it was separate from her body, and that it had what felt like two places of origin; her abdomen and her parabatai rune.
Isabelle.
‘Jace! Wake up, Jace!’ Clary hissed as the pain subsided to nothingness.
She felt him jerk awake in the dark and sit bolt upright. ‘What is it?’ he demanded.
‘Isabelle,’ Clary said. ‘I think-’ but Jace was already up and moving. He threw on a shirt as he walked out the door, Clary hurrying after them. ‘Sshh!’ she whispered. ‘You’ll wake-’
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Someone was pounding on the door. Jace, who made it there first, pulled it open, stopping the person on the other side mid-knock.
‘Simon?’ Clary whispered as she heard Adele’s bedroom door creak open.
‘Clary, Jace.’ Simon was wild eyed and vaguely nauseous-looking. ‘I know it’s late but you’re closer than Alec’s and-’ a little head poked out from behind his long coat and he placed his hand on it absently.
‘Hi, Maxie,’ Clary smiled.
‘Hello, Auntie Clary,’ Maxime murmured.
‘Of course we’ll take them,’ Clary said, not needing an explanation. ‘Go, be with her.’
‘Thank you,’ he grinned, and reached his other hand out behind him, pulling it back with another little hand in his.
‘Hey, girls,’ Clary said, crouching slightly so her eyes were level with the two pairs of sleepy Lightwood blue. She reached out both hands and took one tiny one from each, leading them inside as Jace and Simon conversed in hushed agitated whispers.
‘Ella! Maxie!’ came a little voice from the hallway. Adele came running down the hall and stopped in front of the two girls still within Clary’s grasp. Casting one last glance over her shoulder at Jace and Simon, she ushered the three girls down the hall to Adele’s room.
Ella and Maxie were bundled up against the September chilled pre-dawn air and so Clary gently helped them extricate themselves from their coats. Underneath they were still wearing pyjamas in matching polka dots, Maxime in blue and Ella in pink.
‘There we go,’ said Clary. ‘Now it’s a proper sleepover.’
‘Auntie Clary?’ Ella asked.
‘Yes, Ella?’
‘Do we have to go to sleep now?’
Clary looked at her seriously. ‘Do you want to go back to sleep?’
Ella shook her head. ‘No, I want to know momma’s going to be okay.’
‘Oh, Ella, of course she is,’ Clary laughed.
‘When daddy came to get us, he seemed scared,’ said Maxime gravely.
‘He wasn’t scared,’ Clary assured her with a smirk. ‘He was excited. Sometimes it can be hard to tell the difference with adults.’
‘Mommy?’ said a new voice and three-year-old Will toddled into the room. ‘Why is Maxie and Ella here?’
‘We’re having a sleepover!’ announced Adele and she giggled. The twins were still looking a little shell-shocked, so Clary stood and smiled.
‘And what sleepover would be complete without hot chocolate?’ she asked. A chorus of ‘yay’s met her statement. Clary shook her head and left the room, heading for the kitchen.
Adele sat cross-legged on her bed, head against the wall, the twins mirroring her on either side. Will sat on the floor playing with the shadows cast by the witchlight on Adele’s bedside table.
‘Mommy will be back soon,’ she said to the tired silence.
Once again the door opened and her daddy walked in and sat next to Will. ‘You should be in bed, young man,’ he said quietly, but he made no move to enforce it. Tonight there were special circumstances.
‘Sleepover!’ giggled Will and crawled into his father’s lap. He tugged on a lock of golden hair, but her dad didn’t seem to notice.
‘You girls alright?’ he asked.
‘Mommy’s getting hot chocolate,’ Adele said, like it explained everything.
‘What about you, Maxie?’ her dad asked. Maxime, who was almost always as loud as Adele was uncharacteristically silent.
‘I want my mommy,’ she said quietly.
‘I know,’ said Adele’s dad. ‘Hopefully you’ll be home again in a few hours.’
‘Uncle Jace..?’ Ella queried around a hastily stifled yawn.
‘Hmmm?’ he said, looking up at the six-year-old on one end of the bed.
Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by the sound of shattering crockery echoing from the kitchen. Immediately, everyone in the room jumped to their feet. Except poor little William, who tumbled from Jace’s lap onto the floor and sat there, dumbfounded.
‘Stay here,’ said Jace and he disappeared from the room.
In the kitchen, Clary was picking up broken bits of mug and swearing under her breath.
‘Language, Fray,’ said a voice from behind her and she jumped.
‘Jace, you scared me!’ she protested.
‘You’re jumpy,’ he observed.
‘Yeah, well, you would be too,’ she replied dryly with a smirk. ‘It’s not all me, I think.’
Jace looked down at the scattered pottery on the kitchen tiles. ‘What happened here?’ he asked.
‘Nothing,’ Clary shrugged. ‘Pain just spiked suddenly, that’s all.’
‘Surely it wasn’t like this with the twins,’ he said.
Clary shook her head. ‘It was worse, I remember,’ she was smiling. She bent down and picked up the last of the pieces. ‘Go get the kids, then we’ll try and persuade them all to sleep.’
Six hours later, dawn had definitely broken. Maxie and Ella were asleep in the spare bedroom with the queen bed, curled up beside each other. Adele, forever by their side, had demanded she join them and promptly curled up on Ella’s other side. It was still early, and Clary was sorely tempted to let everyone have a few more hours sleep, but, selfishly, now all the excitement was over, the gravitational pull to Lightwood manor was becoming difficult to ignore.
‘Come on, Clary, let them sleep,’ Jace murmured into her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist as he found her lingering in the spare room doorway.
‘I should have left with Simon,’ Clary sighed, resisting the urge to bounce on the balls of her feet.
‘And left me with four kids under six?’ Jace countered, feigning panic.
‘Under seven. Last time…’ she began, but Jace only laughed lowly.
‘Last time, Adele was only a few months old and slept through everything,’ he reminded her.
‘Still…’ Clary said, trying to keep the whine out of her voice.
‘Fine,’ Jace sighed. ‘You go. The rest of us will follow once everyone’s awake.’
Clary grinned and kissed him quickly on the cheek (it was all she could reach from her position) and wriggled out of his arms.
‘Thank you,’ she said and was starting down the hall when a small voice yawned,
‘Uncle Jace? Is it time to see mommy and daddy now?’
By the time Clary was walking down the Lightwood’s gravel drive, she thought she could have plucked the invisible cord that connected her to her parabatai and played a tune. Instead, she opted for pacing down the driveway as fast as she could, while towing a six-year-old in each hand. Jace was right behind her, three-year-old Will on his hip and Adele holding onto his belt in lieu of his hand.
Magnus pulled the door open as they reached the stoop, looking happy to see them, but tired and not quite his usual fabulously glittery self.
‘How is everyone?’ Clary whispered as she brushed past.
‘Fine,’ Magnus smiled, wiggling can excessively ringed hand at the twins. To Clary, he said, ‘I think she’s sleeping.’
Clary nodded her thanks and followed the corridor down to the lounge room. There, she found Simon completely passed out on the couch and Alec reading in an armchair.
‘Daddy!’ both Maxime and Ella screamed in chorus and ambushed their father in one of their rare moments of synchronicity. Simon’s head jerked upright so fast, if he hadn’t been a Shadowhunter, he probably would have suffered severe whiplash. Almost on reflex, his arms reached out as the twins jumped on him, but whether it was to gather them in a hug or in self-defense was unclear. His brown hair was sticking up in all directions and he had the dazed look of the supremely exhausted.
‘Hey, girls!’ he chuckled and crushed them both to his chest. Over the tops of their dark heads, he said, ‘Thank you.’
‘Anytime,’ Clary smiled.
Simon shook his head. ‘Nope,’ he replied vehemently. ‘Never again. Nuh-uh. I don’t care if I have to remain celibate. Three’s enough.’
Jace grinned crookedly. ‘Good luck with that one, mate.’ Simon’s head fell back on the armrest of the couch and he groaned.
‘Can we see her?’ Clary asked.
‘They’re sleeping in the bedroom,’ Simon said. ‘We decided to give them at least an hour before we send the kids in to meet him.’
‘But can we go in?’
‘Sure,’ Simon replied. ‘But she’s tired.’
Clary absently brushed the parabatai rune on her collarbone. ‘I know.’
The air inside Izzy and Simon’s bedroom felt slightly stale, but cosy and warm. In the middle of the king size bed lay Isabelle, propped up on pillows and awake, if not fully alert.
‘Jace, Clary,’ she said quietly, a smile spreading across her lips.
‘Hey,’ Clary whispered, moving to her left side and settling gingerly beside her. Jace all but copied her actions on Izzy’s right. Clary’s eyes quickly performed an almost subconscious assessment of Izzy’s health before, satisfied, her attention turned to the brand-new human (or was that Shadowhunter?) in her arms.
The baby boy had a dark tuft of hair on his head and when he opened his eyes they were almost the exact same shade of brown as Simon’s, although a little darker.
‘Hello, little one,’ Clary breathed, reaching out a solitary finger to stroke his tiny head.
‘Have you got a name, yet?’ Jace asked quietly, as if he were afraid to disturb the peaceful stillness of the room. His golden eyes never left the little boy.
‘Jace,’ Isabelle whispered back.
Jace sat up straight. ‘Really?’
‘Don’t be an idiot,’ Simon said from the doorway, watching the scene with the glazed eyes of the concussed or deliriously happy. ‘I will not name my only son after you. Especially since you didn’t name yours after me.’ The second half of his statement seemed to be directed more at Clary.
She grinned. ‘Hey, Jace named Will, not me. I only had power of veto.’
‘Do you want to bring the girls in?’ Izzy asked her husband.
Simon straightened from his slouched position and smiled. ‘Okay.’ He disappeared back down the hall. Preemptively, Clary and Jace stood, and took a step back to make room for the rest of the family.
Maxie made it through the door first, Ella hot on her heels. They both jumped on the bed with cries of ‘Mommy!’ and made to throw themselves at Isabelle, but Clary and Jace caught them as Izzy said, ‘Shhh! Your brother is sleeping.’ The twins went deadly still, as if there was a snake in the room, but their eyes widened in innocent wonderment. As Simon reentered the room and took Jace’s previously occupied position, Maxie took a hesitant step forward and then another and another until she was curled up by her mother’s shoulder. Ella took up a similar position and wedged herself between her parents. Izzy looked up briefly as Alec and Magnus entered the room and joined Jace and Clary on the periphery. Once everyone was assembled, Izzy smiled again.
Author: lifeofafandomatic
Pairing: Jace x Tessa family dynamic
Rating: K
Word Count: 1,028 words
Summary: After months of not knowing who he really was, Jace has finally taken up the Herondale name, and someone thinks it’s about time he learned more about the family he never had the chance to know.
The first time Alec saw his parents after Magnus proposed to him was at a Council Meeting. The anxiety that settled in the pit of his stomach wouldn't subside all through the meeting as his eyes swung between his father, sitting in his seat as Inquisitor, and Magnus, in his seat as representative of the warlocks. It took all his energy to focus on the current state of affairs between the Fair Folk and the Nephilim.
As soon as the meeting was over, Magus found his way to him.
"We can wait, darling," Magnus whispered. He intertwined his fingers with Alec as the couple made their way out of the Council Hall.
Alec smiled ruefully at his fiancé and shook his head. "There isn't any point in waiting."
Magnus frowned slightly.
"Not that I care, Magnus. I love you." He tilted his head up and pressed his lips against the corner of his mouth quickly. "And after all these years, if my father can't accept that, that is on him. I've learned that much."
Magnus drew Alec closer by pulling their hands towards him. Alec had long ago decided that he deserved the same latitude as straight couples and was not going to shy away from being affectionate with Magnus in the presence of other shadowhunters. Magnus squeezed his hand, almost as if his protective instinct was on alert. Alec squeezed back.
They could see his parents talking in the distance. His parents looked their way and waved them over.
"Here we go," Alec said as he closed the gap between his parents and them.
"Alec, dear, how are you?" his mother said, pulling the young man into her embrace and holding his tightly. Alec knew that Maryse was struggling with being away from her children. Even though the Lightwood children had often been left to their own devices, now that they were all adults, leading their own lives, it was different.
She kissed him softly on the cheek. Robert and Magnus were talking quietly about politics when they pulled apart. Maryse greeted Magnus while Robert embraced Alec. Their hugs had become less stilted and more natural over the past four years. "How are you doing son?"
"Good. Everything is running smoothly at the Institute. Izzy, Simon and I are patrolling regularly and Simon is really doing well in training. Jace and Clary came back to New York for a few days. They are learning a lot at the Peru Institute."
"And what about you? Both of you?" Maryse said. "Sleeping properly, eating well?"
The two boys had their hands intertwined again and Alec shifted his weight from one foot to another. "Actually, we have something to tell you."
Concern swept over his parents' face.
"Good news. At least for us," he added, looking nervously at his father. He hated that after all these years, his father could still make him feel anxiety.
Magnus, who had been watching the exchange between the Lightwoods, broke his silence. "I asked your son to marry me," Magnus said.
"Oh, honey, that's so wonderful," she said, smiling happily at the boys. She cupped Alec's face in her hands, her thumb stroking his cheek softly. "You've always been my quiet, pensive little boy. I worried so much but now you're so happy and confident and comfortable in your own skin."
The older woman turned to Magnus. She took hold of his unoccupied hand. "I know I have you to thank for a lot of that, Magnus."
She pulled him close and hugged him. Magnus looked startled for a moment, reminiscent of when Alec kissed him in the Accords Hall all those years ago. It took a lot to take Magnus by surprise. He quickly composed himself and hugged back. "Welcome to family, Magnus."
Alec tried to hold back his tears. For so long, he had stayed in the shadows of his family, terrified of being rejected by his parents for his sexuality. At least his mother had proven his fears unwarranted.
He reluctantly turned his gaze to his father, who had been silent. He had an unreadable expression on his face as he carefully watched the couple.
"I have long come to terms with our relationship, dad," Alec started. "I appreciate the growth you've made over the years but I have also grown. I no longer need your approval to be happy, to be happy with who I am and to love Magnus as openly and freely as was awarded to you and mom by nature of your sexes. Our love is no different from what you once had with each other, for I do believe at some point you did love each other as strongly as I love Magnus. We deserve all the same rites of passage, dad, to be openly affectionate, to be proud of our love and to express that in front of the people we love."
"Oh, Alec, darling, I am so proud of you," Magnus said. He looked up at Magnus to see him beaming at him, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He pulled him into his embrace and pressed his lips against Alec's lips. "My beautiful, brave, perfect love." Alec leaned into the embrace and kissed back. A soft, gently kiss, expressing a love that ran so deep, it seemed to radiate between them.
"And so am I, son."
Alec reluctantly pulled away and looked at his father. For a moment, he had almost forgotten that his parents were there.
"I am proud of you, Alexander. I might have held you in my hands as a baby and imagined watching you draw the wedding union rune on a Nephilim girl and having children with her..."
Alec's body stiffened and he readied himself to retaliate but his father didn't give him a chance.
"You have to forgive me, son, for this is the world I grew up in. I am not trying to make excuses. I am being truthful. I can only give you that. And the truth, son, like I said at Jocelyn and Luke's wedding four years ago, is that you are a better man than I am. I do not have your strength or your courage."
He reached out for Alec and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, a gesture he hadn't done since he was a child. He settled his hand on Alec's shoulder.
"You've been asked to love in a world that has, at times, rejected that love and instead of hiding, like I would have, you forged a path for yourself and other shadowhunters. I wish Michael was here to see the future you have created for us, for it is a better place because of you. And I don't want to play the role I played in his life with you."
Alec was stunned into silence. He blinked back tears. Maryse stood beside them, beaming at the two Lightwood men.
"I am so happy that you have found someone you want to share your life with. And Magnus," he said, turning to the warlock. "I thank you for being that person. For loving my son and being there for him when I wasn't. I know that you have known Lightwoods for many generations and we have not always been kind but I want to welcome you into the family."
Magnus nodded. "I appreciate it, Robert."
"Now, are you heading back to New York immediately, or do you have time for dinner? A celebratory one at my place, perhaps," Robert asked.
"We have time, right Magnus?" Alec said.
Magnus nodded. "My next client isn't until tomorrow."
"Maryse?" Robert said, looking at his ex-wife.
"Yes, I want nothing more than to celebrate my growing family."
Alec smiled softly, almost shyly. He had never felt so accepted and loved by his parents.
The boys fell into step beside Alec's parents as they walked towards the Inquisitor's house.
Magnus leaned into Alec as they walked, hand in hand.
"You are my family, darling," he whispered.
That’s all for the “Finding Out” portion of my I Will Series. I think I will also write about the Bachelor Party and Wedding. I’ll keep you posted! Thank you for all the notes :).
