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      "You don’t get it. This isn't just about you!”  frustration  lines  distorted  brows.   "It's about what's best for  all  of us."

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eyes   raise   in   mock   shock  ,   lips   part   as   she   murmurs  .   “   oh  ,   are   you   still   upset   about   losing   that   fight   earlier  ?  ”   she   questions  ,   dark   eyes   resembling   that   of   a   doe   eyes   ----   innocent  ,   clueless  . 

“  do   you   need   me   to   kiss   your   bruises  ,   jace  ?  ”   she   smirks  .    those   two   often   were   found   at   each   other’s   necks  ,   sometimes   with   words   ...   and   other   times   with   their   lips  .   as   much   as   rose   wishes   it   wasn’t   so  ,   the   only   thing   she   couldn’t   fight   was   her   attraction   to   him  .

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For every ‘@’ sent (anon or not) I will mention and post some positivity about a fellow tumblr user.

Note: These are in no specific order.

@ofgoldenblood I’ve been following Min’s Jace for awhile now. And though we haven’t roleplayed or talked much ooc (we play tag by literally tagging each other in character development things) I still have mad respect for Min’s Jace. Not only is this Jace fully fleshed out but the drabbles my god they’re amazing and there’s a lot of detail, and thought and love and dedication that go into everything Min posts. It shows. I appreciate when someone’s writing is easy to read because it flows so well and beautifully and I get that from this blog. I know you’ve been getting hate recently for your ships (one in particular) and I commend you for speaking out against it and standing your ground. Listen, do you. Love what you love and fuck everybody else. It’s so easy to tear someone down for whatever reason and yet it’s so hard to lift them up and compliment them on all the things they do right. You have talent and heart and genuine, real devotion and understanding to your character/s. No one can ever take that away from you. It makes you a great, all around real human being. Those are hard to come by. Bless you for putting out incredible, quality content regardless of what others say, think, or throw your way. Please, don’t ever stop. 

@sacredwar It’s no secret how much I love Sarah. And I can admit I’m totally bias writing this one but even those closest to me could use the positive reinforcements and I couldn’t deny that to someone who I cherish and hold so dearly to my heart. There isn’t a character Sarah can’t write or make come to life. I’ve seen her try her hand at multiple muses and each one is articulate and carefully devoted to. Its definitely not easy juggling multiple muses but Sarah does this and does it so well. She’s such an amazing and understanding person ooc. And I have the honor of calling her a close friend. She knows how much I love her (because I tell her this frequently) but she deserves all the love and adoration I have. I respect her, I appreciate her, I cherish her. More than words could ever describe. Sarah, you are precious to me. And for as long as I’m here, I’ll continue to make sure you know it. Please stay safe out there in Florida. I need you, parabatai. Your heart, and spirit are both so radiant. Thanks for reaching out to me when you did. It’s been a fantastic ride with you so far and there’s no way I’ll let it come to an end if I can help it.

@faultyhalo Nessa is lovely and takes the cake on writing OCs that I’ve come to love and cherish as if they were my own. If it weren’t for you, I really doubt I’d still be here. I love that even when we don’t talk every day, you come back and it’s as if nothing has changed. You’re one of those people that can come and go (online) and I’ll still love you the same, if not more every time. My love and adoration for you never wanes. I love you and Gen like she was my daughter. You’ve always been 100% real, and upfront. You say what you mean and what you feel and you’re a great person ontop of that. It’s always so easy replying to you or talking to you and it’s because we click so well. You always keep my interest and there’s nothing you could do to ever lose it. Gen is canon to me. You’ve put so much work into her character and it shows. It’s not easy writing OCs but you make it look like it is. Bless Gen for being so multi dimensional and bless you for giving me a chance to write with her and enjoy her in all of her sassy, badassery glory.

@tattoosnecks I LOOK REALLY FUCKING THIRSTY FOR JACE RN BUT IDC. Especially your Jace, HAHAHAHHAHA. Okay but listen, you are one of my best friends. It’s so funny because I feel like you came out of nowhere?? HAHAH. And it’s always the best people who do, lbr. Trish, words cannot express how much I love and adore you. I can talk to you for hours (and I do on telegram) about Jalec, how stupid our bf’s are, or really anything and anything under the sun. You know me on a deeper level than I think most do? You are forreal my soul sister. Idk where you’ve been hiding all my life but I’m glad I finally found you. There’s nothing I can say that I feel like you’d be like ‘ew don’t talk to me anymore’ HAHAHAH. Legit just thinking of some of the convos we’ve had, other people would probably think we’re weirdos and yet for us it’s no big deal. (I’m actually laughing help!) As long as you’re around and in my life, I know I’m gonna be filled with laughs and great friendship. You’re a good fucking time and oh how I wish we could hang out bc seriously it’d be a BLAST. Mark my words. When it comes to roleplay, I’m pretty obsessed with you??? And your portrayal of Jace. I mean I think that’s pretty obvious. I have no difficulty replying to you and end up sending you novels back and apologizing profusely for being so obnoxious but look that’s just a testament to you and all the things you make me feel whenever we write. That’s not an easy feat but you manage to do it every single time. My god everything you write I’m so in love with and I could re-read your replies (I always do) several times and still be hit with the same feelings as the first time. Like ??? That talent. GOD BLESS. And I’m pretty sure I’d feel that way about any character you write. You do justice to everything you put your heart into and it shows and it resonates and I wish that would rub off on me seriously. Thank you for sneaking up on me and being the greatest friend I could ever ask for. I don’t wanna be hella corny rn but Idk what I would do without you some days. You make life fun. YOU ARE LIFE.

@magnusofbane​ Tbh when I reblogged the meme for this, I had you in mind as one of the ones I wanted to definitely write about. Cassidy, your Magnus was the first I ever wrote with. And I’ve told you this before but every time I get a reply from you I fangirl because you sound so much like Magnus that it blows my freaking mind. And it makes it so easy for me to reply or respond because I can hear Magnus’s voice in your writing and that awakens my inner Alec even more. You inspire my muse, you incite him. Idk if you realize this but to me that’s just so incredible?? Especially to be on this side of it and feel it happening. You really get him and I can see the dedication and love you have for Magnus in everything you put out. Ontop of being an amazing writer though, you’re an even more amazing person ooc. I love how every time you sign on, you spread love and positivity to everyone on the dash. Your cute adorable puns never cease to make me laugh or smile. You always tell people that they deserve love and to be happy and so do you honestly. And what’s the greatest part about it all is that you GENUINELY mean it. You don’t say these things for a response or praise, you do it out of the kindness and goodness of your heart and seriously? I WISH there were more people in this community like you. I wish I could clone you because there is just not enough love and positivity on this platform but you bring it and you never ask for anything in return. You’re an amazing person and can I just thank you on behalf of myself (and everyone) for that? Thank you for being here, for making me and everyone else smile and for being the best person, writer, friend you can be. Though, I doubt it takes any effort from you at all because you’re just wired that way. I really dont think you even try. I think it just comes naturally and its a blessing. YOU, are a blessing. I love you so much ok?

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Jalec + 20

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20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Alec sprung to his feet gasping. clutching onto his chest as if that would help steady his erratic breathing. The last thing he remembered was fighting alongside Jace, before someone stabbed him in the back. As in, literally stabbed him in the back. The blade that pierced his heart was then extracted with a wet sound, blood spraying across the enemy’s face before he took off. Not long thereafter, Alec crumbled to the ground head first. Though luckily, Jace caught him before his skull splattered against the pavement.

Screams echoed, rippling from both; Izzy’s and Jace’s chests simultaneously. Both cried “No!” when it dawned on them what had happened. Clary, on the otherhand, took off in the opposite direction. And by the time she returned, all she witnessed was Alec’s body paralyzed on the ground, his arms spilling out at his sides, one resting in Jace’s lap like the wings of a fallen angel. The irony would have made Jace laugh had it not been his parabatai lying slain on his lap. He held onto Alec tightly and immediately began sobbing against the crook of his neck. “No, no, no, no, no, Alec!” Red hot tears streamed down the blond’s face as he felt a stinging sensation underneath his shirt, above his hip, where his parabatai rune was sketched skillfully in black ink. When they bound their souls together during their parabatai ritual ceremony, they each took turns drawing the rune on one another’s skin. Alec’s work was meticulous, and properly planned out while Jace’s was a little more on the sloppy side. Alec didn’t know it at the time but Jace had been so nervous, and so terrified of messing the rune’s work up. He was afraid that Alec would back out because days prior he seemed to have been leaning in that direction. What Jace didn’t know either was that, Alec had his reasons. But, he went along with the ceremony anyway because he knew that at least he’d permanently cement himself to Jace in one way or another, even if it wasn’t in the way he most desired. Parabatai bonds were unbreakable, generally. And so, only death could cause their two souls to tear apart.

“Alec!” Izzy begged, while kneeling down beside each one of her brothers. She brushed Alec’s cheek with her hand, while staring up at Jace’s bruised and battered face through her glossy eyelashes. She noticed that Jace looked like he was in more pain than he had been before. Just to confirm her suspicions, she reached over and raised the end of Alec’s shirt to make sure his parabatai rune was still there. It was but it was fading fast, just like Alec himself. It’s clear black ink was dimming more and more. Until eventually it vanished altogether. “Oh my god, Izzy – Jace –” Clary began to sob when she glanced between her friends faces. Alec and Clary had never really gotten along. He thought she was annoying and she thought he was stuck up. But regardless of their personal differences, she never would have wished harm upon him. She wanted to help but couldn’t even begin to understand what either of her friends were going through. Sure, she lost her mom and that was incredibly painful and everyday it felt like a huge piece of her was missing. Perhaps, that’s how Izzy felt now and Jace, times ten. “You need to wake up!” Jace demanded in Alec’s ear. He didn’t care that Izzy and Clary were now watching him. He pecked Alec’s cheek anyway, letting his morning stubble scrape against the elder’s cool, smooth skin. Alec was gone. But, Jace refused to accept that. “Because–” Jace continued. The words were getting stuck in his throat. He didn’t want to say them out loud but a part of him felt like he had to. Or that it was necessary. And stupidly, he hoped it would bring Alec back, “–I can’t do this without you, Alec.” More sobs wracked through his body as he begged, “Please, please, please, Alec. I need you. Don’t leave me.”

“Jace,” Izzy stuttered between her own tears. She attempted to brush Jace’s shoulders with her same trembling hand but he shrugged her off. “No,” He shook his head. “No, Izzy he’s not–” He knew what she was going to say and he refused to let the words venture out of her mouth. “Help me get him up. We’ll take him to brother Jeremiah, or – or – Magnus! One of them can help! Izzy– Clary! Give me a hand.” Regardless of Jace’s demands, neither Clary nor Isabelle moved a muscle. Alec was gone. He wasn’t breathing. He had no heartbeat. Brother Jeremiah or Magnus could have helped if Alec were still alive but, that wasn’t the case anymore. No magic, or other ritual could bring him back. “Izzy! Clary!” Jace cried out again. Isabelle looked at Clary who looked back at Isabelle and shrugged. “Jace, listen to me–” Izzy pleaded, “–I know my brother better than anyone. And I’ve loved him just the same. But, there’s nothing we can do to bring him back now.”

Like a switch had been flipped, Jace turned on the both of them, his nostrils flaring. That painful, twisted agony he felt in the pit of his stomach turned into blazing, scalding hot anger. “You don’t understand! This isn’t how it’s supposed to end! He’s my brother, my parabatai!!” Or, at least he was. Alec’s eyes were still open but the light in them had long since, dimmed. Bending down, Jace brought a hand over Alec’s piercing, warm gaze and closed his eyelids, then bent forward to whisper against Alec’s lips, “I won’t leave you, Alec. I promise. For wither thou goest, I will go. And wither thou diest, I will die. I’ll see you soon, parabatai.”  

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I loved, and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell

Something didn’t feel right. There was an unexplainable pull in the air. It reeked of anxiety, animosity and distress. And Alec knew it wasn’t coming from himself directly but from his parabatai, thousands of miles away. Which was all the more reason why Alec needed Magnus to hurry up and seal the rift between their realm and Edom, where the demons were coming from so that they could portal themselves to Idris and give Jace and Clary a hand.

Alec was slowly but surely, running himself ragged in the meantime. After nearly losing Jace to Jonathan’s madness not even 48 hours ago, he now hated being so far apart from his parabatai. No one could cover their backs quite like each other. And to be honest, Alec was terrified of losing the first person he ever soul-bearingly loved. It was like some extraterrestrial force was trying to tell him something before anything ever happened. He could feel fate’s grueling, unfortunate dusk nesting in his bones. Something dark was coming. That much Alec knew for certain and it rattled him to his core.

After arriving at Lake Lyn, Jace and Clary looked around the foggy edges of the water in search of Valentine or clues that the angel had risen. But, neither seemed to be the case yet as Clary asks “Are we too late?” and Jace responds, “No.” There’s a heavy pant that leaves his lips, as he’s knocked out of breath from rushing so fast to get there, “No, if he raised the Angel, we’d know it.” In that same moment of profound relief, Jace tells Clary, “We beat him here. We can stop him.” And for a second, they both believed that were true. Each looking at each other while allowing the faintest of smiles to grace their features.

However, just as Jace turned, Valentine appeared behind him like the grim reaper. The knife in his hand pierced through Jace’s chest, cutting through flesh and bone like lukewarm butter; easy, and effortless. Jace gasped and immediately looked down, shock evident on his visage. All he could think was that they were so close. So close to finally beating Valentine and saving the downworld from being unfairly eradicated. “I’m sorry, son,” Valentine apologizes. Meanwhile, Clary is frozen in place behind them. Jace stares into Valentine’s eyes, the same eyes of the man who broke him down and made him into the person he now was. Tears stained his vision but had yet to roll down his cheeks. If Jace didn’t know any better, he’d think that Valentine looked almost remorseful? Could it be? Or was it just another one of the devil’s many faces, and articulately planned deceptions? “I had to,” Valentine explains, answering the look in Jace’s eyes which pleaded the question; why? Granted, deep down he already knew. Valentine never loved him. No one did.

Well, maybe not no one. Alec ... his parabatai, loved him more than anyone and would have died for him no matter the cost. Oh god, Alec! Jace thought. He was leaving Alec! Alec who gasped as soon as he stepped foot in Idris with Magnus and Izzy, still a good ways apart from Jace and Clary. Isabelle’s eyes immediately followed the sound of the harsh, rabid gasping, noting that it was coming from her brother. “Alexander? You okay?” Magnus glanced at Alec who was stunned into painful silence and blood-curdling agony. It felt like someone had tased him and never let up on the trigger. Alec’s hand reached down to cover the spot along his body which ached, and burned and teared. And he knew, the moment his heart dropped and plummeted to the ground, shattering into a million little pieces that it was Jace. Something was really wrong with Jace. “Ahh, no!” Alec cried out, gasping and writhing violently above the dirty, uneven ground as he cupped his hip and raised his shirt to look for the only real tether he had left to Jace. It burned bright and awful and the ink was fading fast. “Jace!!” Alec screamed, while turning over onto his back as he choked on his parabatai’s name in between the endless cries of pain and ear splitting sobs. Both; Izzy and Magnus knelt down beside Alec while trying their best to calm him but nothing they did appeared to be working.

Meanwhile, Alec could see Jace’s face in his mind, focusing on his fondest memory of them together; which had been the day that they got their parabatai runes. Alec remembered it like it was yesterday. The nervous tick of Jace’s hand as he drew the rune on Alec’s hip and hooked a finger around his pant line, which Alec never believed was necessary because he had more than enough room to draw. Yet, he never complained because why would he? If Jace had kept going, Alec would have let him. Who cared if Izzy, or the silent brothers were there watching? Alec would have let Jace touch him in any which way he wanted. Over and over and over again.

“His parabatai rune,” Izzy pointed out to Magnus. It vanished. It was gone. And along with it was Alec’s nearly decade long physical, and emotional, and spiritual tether to Jace. He couldn’t feel him anymore. The pain of losing him lingered and yet at the same time, Alec couldn’t feel a single, fucking thing. He felt empty. Nothing but the bare shell of a man. For a few seconds, Alec thought that maybe he had actually died, too. He couldn’t even feel his own heart beating anymore, or see the clouds of his breath. Izzy and Magnus’s mouths were moving above him but he couldn’t make out the words that were being said. There was nothing but dead silence all around him, and dead air, and just death, death, death.

“Alec....”

“Alexander... Can you hear us?”

No... No,  ... he still couldn’t hear them. But he was thinking..

Jace.

Jace, why didn’t you listen to me?

Jace, where are you?

Jace, this can’t be happening.

Jace, come back.

Jace, I’m sorry ....

Jace....

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           Is this love, really love?    //   penned by ,  sarah  &  mar  !!

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Jalec + 3

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3. “Please, don’t leave.”

He’d gone over his decision countless times, even talked himself out of it, a few. But, no matter what, he still came back around to the same solution. It was either leave or risk losing even more of himself than he already has. Jace knew better than anyone that Alec was sensitive. He took things to heart more than he bothered or cared to admit. “Alec, what are you doing?” Jace tugged on Alec’s arm while trying to distract him from packing his things to move in with Magnus. Whatever was happening with Robert and Maryse would blow over but, Alec didn’t seem to care about that. Their parents would never understand and the move wasn’t meant to last forever, just a few days tops. Long enough for Alec to blow off some steam. Magnus had been all too eager to set Alec up with his own space at his loft. Not that, he thought the shadowhunter would use it because he had hoped they’d spend their nights together. Even if it did jump the gun.

“What does it look like, Jace? I’m going to Magnus’s. At least there, I don’t have to subject myself to Mom and Dad’s harsh whispers.” Alec knew that when he eventually came out, he’d have to face this sort of backlash. Of course, a part of him had hoped his parents would love and accept him anyway. But, he knew better than to expect that. It was asking for too much, clearly. 

“That’s your solution? To run away? And don’t you think that would just make the situation worse? This isn’t you, Alec. This might be more acceptable if it was me running away but you’re more resilient than I am.” The truth was, Jace didn’t want Alec to go because he didn’t want to lose him. Maybe what Jace was feeling was a classic case of the “it’s too late” blues. He was too ashamed to admit he felt what Alec felt deep down but now seeing how eager and quick Alec was to throw himself into a relationship with Magnus, feelings of jealousy emerged. He didn’t understand them at first. Part of him chalked it up to how any best friend would feel losing the only person who knows them best, to someone else. But, as he worked more through it, he began to see it for what it was; mutual love and attraction. For his parabatai. Jace was certain he was going to hell just for lusting after Alec but, so long as Alec was down and willing to take that plunge with him, then so be it. 

“Why do you care??” Alec whirled his body around so that he was now facing Jace head on. It was Alec’s turn to be clueless of Jace’s newly discovered feelings. He told himself he accepted that Jace would never see him that way and he forced himself to move on. Because what other option did he have? “I don’t,” Jace grew defensive, shifting into that custom-blanket of denial. He didn’t mean it but, it was too late to take it back. Alec’s face contorted into a mixture of confusion and hurt. “My point exactly,” Alec responded briskly, before turning back around. 

Jace’s lips curled as he cursed himself for being so stupid. Why couldn’t he just admit it? Why couldn’t he just tell Alec that he felt the same? And if Alec was going to run away, then Jace wanted to be the person he ran away with. Jace considered sparing Alec, being the bigger man and letting him go. But sadly, Jace wasn’t that kind of man. He was selfish and he didn’t want to lose Alec. “Please, don’t leave,” Jace begged him quietly, almost inaudibly. Alec ignored his parabatai’s plea. Jace just said he didn’t care. So why should he believe Jace wanted him to stay? The old Alec, the one so desperate for Jace to love him back, would have leaped at the request and probably obliged. But, he wasn’t the same Alec anymore. He was learning to be more selfish, and he was learning how to be okay without Jace. At least, like that. 

“Alec…” Jace called out his name. Alec leaned over his bag and closed his eyes. A part of him resented Jace for making this so hard or rather, harder than it needed to be. It was difficult enough leaving behind Izzy and Max, but they understood. And Alec assumed Jace would have too. 

When Alec refrained from looking at him or responding, Jace felt this burning urgency to reach out and, get Alec to stay with him. Thus, he grazed Alec’s arm and squeezed it before hurling him around to face him. Alec didn’t know why he let Jace take control of him like he did. When deep down, it was like a part of him had already suspected he’d regret it. He wasn’t entirely right. Maybe a little. 

Jace’s hands cupped Alec’s cheeks, forcing the elder to look at him, and once he did, once their eyes met, Jace raised himself on his tippy toes to crush his lips against Alec’s. The kiss surprised Alec, paralyzing him from the neck down. He couldn’t move. He was frozen in place. Even his lips were still under Jace’s, until Jace pressed harder, deeper. After that, it was hard not to react. Alec kissed him back and he knew, he knew he shouldn’t have. He was finally starting to move on, and he had Magnus but – but Jace claimed him. And by the angel, Alec hated him for it. 

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