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Magnus Bane*Trial
Ship(s): Magnus X Reader
Request?: Nope
Warnings?: Nada
Type: Angst, fluff (I think. Its kinda sad)
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“Hungry?” Louise sat next to me on the pavement under the bridge. She held out a breakfast bar with a smirk.
“I’m fine,” I shrug, going back to my book.
She rolls her eyes and tosses it onto my book, “Don’t worry, I grabbed two,” She pulled another out from her coat pocket. “Besides you know I’d always share,”
“That’s what worries me,” I said, putting a bookmark in my page and shutting the book. Putting the book in my backpack along with everything else I owned, I opened the breakfast bar, “Cheers,” we clinked our bars like champagne glasses.
My mind jumped back to the last time I had champagne. I was in Paris, France, in 1912. it was just before the war, luckily, we’d left France just before to visit friends in Indonesia. Magnus and I never cared for the high-class company of Paris, but we cared deeply for the food and drink. It must’ve been a birthday, maybe an engagement, not that we cared.
“You alright?” Louise snapped me from my daze.
“Yeah fine,” I gave a weak smile, turning to the breakfast bar. Despite how hungry I was I picked off small bites. Make it last longer. “We can’t do this forever,” I sighed.
Louise shrugged. “Well, its only a couple months till I’m 18. Then I’ll be able to get a place and you can stay with me,” she smiled. Louise was nice but naive. A runaway in the same torn coat from when she was 15. There was no point telling her to go home. By the sounds of things, the street was safer than her home.
“What about money? They’ll want to prove you have a job and you’ve got savings,”
Her face screwed up, “You worry too much. Look we’ll figure it out. How’d you even know all this?” I shrugged. “How old even are you?”
“17, same as you,” I lied like second nature. I’d stopped aging around 18, 19 but being underage gives me a reason to be homeless. Well, not technically homeless, I own a couple different homes I just can’t live there. The clave would find me. “Look I’m a pessimist. You know this,”
“Well, what I also know is that I want more than a breakfast bar. Lest go diving,” She grinned, jumping up and holding out a hand.
I took it and let her haul me up, “New day, another crime, yay,” I rolled my eyes.
“How’d you think I got the breakfast bars?” she rolled her eyes, “Besides when I’m a big shot with an even bigger paycheck I’ll come back and make it right again,”
We had the same routine every day. Louise apparently ‘perfected’ its last year. This way we got to eat every day. I relocate every couple of years or so and start a new cycle to avoid questions. The claves less likely to find me and people don’t realise I’m not aging. I’d come to Glasgow a couple months back and met Louise. She ‘took me under her wing’ as a runaway, not realising I’d been doing this since 1939.
The dive was a way to eat or get money. Louise walked up to a bin, me trying to shield her from view, and fished out a tub of thrown away food. Chips, burgers, nachos, something like that. Then you deliberately walk into someone and make it look like an accident then, crash!
Louise fell to the floor, dropping the chips everywhere. The businessman on the phone checked his suit then looked at Louise. I helped pick her up, “What’s your problem mate?” I asked, loudly to draw a slight crowd. “Like knocking little girls down?” Louise looked young and as thin as a twig so the small crowd of 5 or so looked annoyed.
His face flushed, “Are you okay?” he took the phone away from his ear for a brief second.
“It's okay,” Louise said, a fake waver in her voice, “I wasn’t that hungry anyway,” A woman tutted him and another gave him a pointed look. “Honest,” Louise was selling it.
And the man was paying. He fished out a couple notes and put them in her hand, “Go get another one,” he said, rushing off to finish his call.
The crowd dispersed soon after and as they were out of earshot Louise turned to me, “Sweet,” she grinned holding up two £5. I rolled my eyes and followed her to get our own food. If she knew about my world, the magic I had, we wouldn’t need to do this. But I can’t let her know I’m a warlock. No one can.
Louise and I took shifts sleeping. We both looked like easy targets, even though I wasn’t, and it meant we could keep a fire going longer. As she slept, I looked through my bag for my journal. The bag had the most important things I owned. Even if everything else was stolen I’d be okay if I had my journal.
I was over 300 years old. For all the stories I do have there are others I’ve just forgotten. Every time I had a new story, I wanted to remember I’d write in down. I have tons of journals in one of my homes, but this was the most important, the one I grabbed before the clave came.
If something big was happening I’d get a special journal. One of my special journals was Magnus. A couple of journals are dedicated to people, lovers, friends, family, a book of one-night stands (I’m old, don’t judge). Magnus journal was the one I cared about
Every little thing was in it; when we met, first dates, first fight, moving in, and the stories. I have tons of stories, some romantic, some funny, some once in a lifetime sort of experience. He’d always intrigued me. I started the journal the day after I met him, not able to get him out of my head.
I flicked through the pages, reading the stories and looking through the mementos. I’m sappy I know, but I had pressed flowers from bouquets he’d gotten me, train tickets, and a couple love letters. I had more love letters at home but these three were important ones. I miss him.
It’s all the claves fault.
A warlock’s word means nothing to them. Not in life, court, or death. I’d never do the things they said I did. Never. They accused me of rituals I couldn’t pronounce the names of and casting spells I’d never even though possible.
Mundane have serial killers and sure they’re scary but a warlock serial killer is worse. Spells, potions, rituals, demons, an extensive list of ways to kill and not be detected. Did it matter I had alibied? No. did it matter I didn’t have to resources to do it? No. did its mater I had no motive? No. I was a warlock and that was motive enough.
The trial began in 1937. Technically it lasts till today. It began with an arrest for using magic in front of a mundane but then the charges pilled on. Originally, they kept me in the silent city but high warlocks, including Magnus, that I knew were able to pull strings to get me on house arrest.
Magnus stayed with me during this time till July 1939. He went to the shops for me and the shadowhunters patrolling my house didn’t let him back in. they didn’t even tell me for 2 weeks where he’d gone.
August rolled around and I was alone. I was able to get a weekly visitor after apparently an explosive argument between Ragnor Fell and the inquisitor. Normally it was Magnus who would bring me letters from my friends for me to read once he left. one night there was a knock at my door.
Magnus came every Thursday at 10am. It was 3am on a Saturday. I opened the door and as soon as I did Ragnor pushed in and shut it, “Get a bag and get ready to run,”
“What?” I yawned, never being up at this time.
“They’re coming for you. They’ve had secret trials without any Downworlders, and the silent brothers are coming. Rodrick heard rumours about it, but he just called me. We need to leave,”
“But I haven’t done anything!”
“Do you think they care!?” He yelled, “They’re raiding this place is 20 minutes. Get a bag, grab some cash, and get moving,”
“What about the barrier? The spells?”
Ragnor rolled his eyes, “How do you think I’m here? We can only hold it for so long. Get moving or we’ll all go down,”
I nodded and did as I was told. Despite everything, I was glad to go. I’m starting to hate this house. I slung my bag over my shoulder and looked at Ragnor. “What about Magnus?”
Ragnor looked down, “He asked me to come. Magnus is a smart man, don’t tell him I said that. No matter what you cannot go back to him,” I went to speak but he continued, “The clave maybe stupid but not that much. They’ll find you and this will be for nothing. We need to go,”
I nodded and followed him out. “Follow me,” he said. We ran and ran and ran. As we got over a hill, we could hear the noise of a portal forming somewhere near, “That isn’t us!” Ragnor said and we sped up.
At the bottom of the hill was a portal. Luckily it was downhill. As I went to run through the portal, I could see something through the portal. Warlocks, with there hands in the air as if they were casting a spell. I could recognise all of them. I saw Magnus. He didn’t see me. I ran through the portal with Ragnor, but I came out alone.
The tears on my face were quickly wiped away when I heard footsteps. Sure, there were a ton of homeless people nearby but none of there shoes sounded like heels. I squinted to see the figure turn onto the pavement leading to us.
A tall, lean, person stood there, looking at a map? Who uses a map? As I looked closer, I saw he wasn’t holding the map. It was floating there.
My stomach flipped and my breathing was faster than ever before. There was a reason I stayed with mundanes. The clave wanted me, they put out wanted alerts everywhere with money on them. My first week on the street I got ratted out and narrowly escaped.
World war 2 was a curse and a blessing. The mundane world was in chaos. Shadowhunters could put out fake wanted warnings out to mundanes with different names but the same face. No one cared in 1940.
After ww2 the clave had lost track of me. Last time I saw a shadowhunter was 1944. They wanted to avoid the war as well. Downworlders I saw often but they didn’t see me. I pretended to be mundane and they never looked twice.
When the figure began walking down the pavement, filled with street sleepers, he began looking at everyone’s faces. Slowly, I began to stand up. As he crouched to look at someone I bolted, bag in hand.
I heard him chase after me. The sound of feet slapping the pavement and wind rushing past me. I managed to get my bag on my back. I knew Glasgow. I could do this.
Public, I needed to be in public. It was a Sunday night though, so the regular drunks were few and hardly any cars lit up the street. Before the streets, I hadn’t been very fast. They made me fast.
Eventually, I turned a corner stopped, needing a breath, and I couldn’t see him. The journal was still tightly grasped in my hand. As I caught my breath, I quickly glanced through it and saw the letters had fallen out. They could be anywhere.
Taking a few deep breaths, I looked around the corner. I walked back onto the pavement and looked down it. I couldn’t see any. I’d have to retrace my path. But what if he was there.
I double-checked my journal, hoping to see one. No. I sighed and looked up to only see the man running around the corner, letters in his hand.
I wanted to cry. It took a couple seconds for me to turn and run but I’d been on my feet all day and I was tired. “(Y/N)!!” They cried after me.
Despite all the warnings, despite what everyone says, I looked over my shoulder. The streetlights lit him up. A tall lean man with spiky black hair, half unbuttoned red shirt, and too much jewellery for my liking. Magnus?
My look caused me to trip. As I hit the floor, I went to get back up, but he was by my side. “(Y/N), it’s me I- “
“You can’t be here,” I scrambled to get away, “It's not safe. The clave. If they- “
“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!” He tried to cut me off but eventually just grabbed my arms. My breathing was heavy, and my eyes were locked on his, “I’m here. The clave dropped the charges,”
“What?” I asked.
“0There was new evidence. I never stopped trying to prove your innocence. We proved it. They dropped the charges 13 years ago. You can come home,” Magnus pulled me into a hug.
On our knees, on the wet pavement in Glasgow, I hugged Magnus for the first time in decades. “I missed you so much,” I whispered as I buried my head into his neck. I felt his tears on me, but I didn’t care, “13 years. I could’ve come home,”
“It doesn’t matter now,” Magnus said, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you,”
Alec Lightwood*Soulmate
Ship(s): Alec x reader
Request?: @schneetannchen
Hi, I love your Imagine Story's so much. Can I get an Imagine Story with Alec Lightwood where he is the reader's soulmate, please?
Warnings?: Swearing
Type: Angst, fluff
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"Soulmates are not a thing!" I almost screamed at Isabelle.
"Yes, they are!" She said, though with more laughter.
I sighed, looking at her with a blank stare, "Isabelle, listen closet, soulmates are. Not. A. thing. Okay?"
She gave me the biggest smile possible, "No," I groaned, flinging myself back to slump in my chair. "Back me up here Clary,"
Breakfasts were never calm, all of us being sleep deprived except Jace who always seemed to get enough sleep, but I was going through my cereal. Last night Izzy and I were having a winddown night and doing these things called 'BuzzFeed quizzes' when the argument began.
"I mean it's a cool idea," She shrugged, "Knowing there is one perfect person out there for you. It's sweet," Jace grinned, stretching an arm over her shoulder, "Even if he is the most annoying person on earth," Jace frowned.
Isabelle chuckled, "Has Jace ever told you about soulmates?"
"No," she said, face contorted in confusion.
"Shadowhunters have a different idea of soulmates," She said, and I huffed, "Hush. It's said that Johnathan Shadowhunter saved a mundane girl when he first became a shadowhunter. A few years later there was a demon outbreak and she got stung. There was nothing Johnathan could do so he just held her and gave her what he thought would be there last kiss. Raziel, as a reward for there work, said that if two people truly loved each other, and the angels had made them for each other, then their final kiss can save them. And that's how soulmates were formed,"
"Aw, that's sweet," Clary said.
"Ew, that's dumb," I snorted, "Why wouldn't every shadowhunter kiss their partner on their deathbed? Oh, wait they do, it just doesn't do anything,"
"Just because you love someone doesn't mean they're your soulmate," Isabelle groaned.
"Will you two just shut up?!" Alec snapped, dropping his spoon in his cereal, making a splash, "Damnit," I passed him a napkin, "Thanks. Izzy, you know mum just told you that story to get you to sleep."
"No. it's true. Back me up, Jace?"
"I didn't exactly have someone ready me bedtime stories," he said.
"Ha," I grinned.
Before we could go back to arguing Maryse walked in, "Why are you all lounging about? Their's work to do,"
Ugh, work. Today was dreaded paperwork day. Luckily, we were able to get desks near each other. Isabelle sat at the desk next to me, Alec across from me, Jace next to Alec, and clary had to go practise runes after a mishap on our last mission.
These days were so slow. It sounds bad but I was waiting for someone to run in and yell something about an outbreak or crazy action. Anything to get up from this hellish chair. Isabelle was determined to finish all her paperwork for an early lunch, so she was being boring.
Alec had always been the fastest at paperwork so I could annoy him. I pinged a tiny crushed up piece of paper. He looked up startled, but I went back to my screen. A few moments later another. Then another. Then another. Then "Whose doing that?" Alec said.
I took my headphones out "What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he mumbled, going back to his work. I looked at Isabelle who rolled her eyes then Jace who winked at me. Jace started doing it too.
Jace was too ambitious and shot a full crumpled up post-it notes. "Jace!" Alec turned in his chair, quickly lowering his voice.
As his head was turned, I fired one that went right in his ear, "Score," I couldn't help but laugh, raising my hands in the air in triumph. Jace began to cackle as well and I swear I saw Izzy hide a snigger. I took my headphones off, waiting for the onslaught.
Alec glared at me, "Shouldn't you be doing paperwork?" He snapped. I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh, "You think your funny? Grow up. You're 19, get your act together,"
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," I mumbled.
"Someone wants to actually do their job and take responsibilities for there actions," he raised his voice, "Otherwise it's just going to be dumped on someone else's desk. It's a good thing soulmate aren't real because who wants to be with a child. Grow up," Alec went back to work with a glare etched on his face.
My face fell and I put my headphones back on. Jace rolled his eyes, probably trying to help, but I looked at my screen. Harsh. Isabelle, finally taking a little broke, slid a post-it notes to me. "Don't let it get to you," It read, "he's in a bad mood,"
Alec's bad moods didn't usually bother me. I don't know why I let it bother me. But I did go back to work.
I finished around the same time as Isabelle did for lunch. We sat in the lunch hall, Isabelle across from me, and I was picking at my lunch. "You okay?" she asked, "Alec's in a mood,"
"Yeah but never mind," I sighed. Isabelle gave me a look and I sighed, "Maybe I don't want soulmates to be real because I don't think I have one,"
"Don't say that- "
"But what if it's true? Then what?"
Isabelle sighed, "I don't know. Hell, I don't know if I have one, or if it's a shadowhunter or what it means if they aren't one. Don't let Alec get to you. You'll have at least one lightwood on your side," I smiled a little at her words. Her smile fell, "Speaking of..."
I looked up to see clary, Alec, and Jace walking in. "Look who we found in the library," Jace said, arm over Clary's shoulder. Clary and Jace sat next to Isabelle and Alec plopped down next to me. As he sat down, I stood up, taking my plate to the bins.
After clearing my plate, I walked down past Isabelle, "I'm going to get a head start," she sighed but let me go.
"What's up with (Y/N)?" I heard Alec asked as I walked away. I walked faster.
Paperwork sucks. Isabelle joined me shortly after followed by the other two and clary. "Hey, I was wanting to help clary studying so I was wondering..." he said.
"Send them to me," I said, not looking up from my screen.
"Then they'll never get done," Alec said with a chuckle. He looked at me expectantly, probably expecting a comeback.
I ignored him, "I'm on my last one,"
"Since when did you get fast?" Isabelle said, looking at my screen, not believing me.
Looking straight at Alec, "I grew up," he looked down and I rolled my eyes, "Jace just send them over."
"I owe you,"
"I know,"
I have halfway finished Jace's workload, mindlessly typing and filling in codes, when a red light popped up on my screen. I glanced at Isabelle who was doing the same. "Alec what does it mean when- "Isabelle began to ask.
"We've got a mission," Alec said, getting out his seat.
Isabelle and I followed, quickly gearing up. Jace was there a couple moments later, "Mission?" he said. We all had personal devices that lit up when we had a mission, but they showed on the computer when we were logged on.
The mission was only a few blocks away, so we were there in minutes. "I'll lead," Jace said.
"Shocking," I muttered, and he grinned.
We followed after Jace into a small alleyway. It was down the alley and over a fence in the middle of an industrial estate. Jace led, Isabelle behind him, and Alec at the rear. Jace hopped the fence, then Izzy, as I was halfway up, I heard a gurgling noise than a whooshing noise.
I looked down at Alec to see he had shot an arrow through the chair fence, hitting a green blob looking thing. It hissed and slinked away as more demons began to pour out. Quickly I swung my legs over the fence, dropping down.
Alec was over the fence quickly, but I already had run in. he was long range and stood near the fence, Isabelle had her whip and sword which was kind of a combination, but Jace and I were short range.
We had to the run-up to the demons. There seemed to be a mix of different breeds of them. As I slit the supposed throat of a blue thing, it seemingly mantling away with a hiss, another snakelike thing began to wrap around my leg.
Before I could react, Isabelle's whip wrapped around its head, pulling it back and sending it through the air where it met Alec's arrow. my heart was beating. Hard. My grip on my seraph blade was weakened by sweat so I gripped it tighter, feeling the design of the hilt pressing into my skin.
One latched onto Jace's back. I ran over, pulling it off and raising my seraph blade to slice it. As I did Jace lurched back as another launched at him. He knocked me and I grunted as my back slammed into the concrete.
It's always better to fight on your feet. Once your down though you still have to fight. One slid onto my leg and I sat up, thrusting my blade into it, watching it disappear with a satisfying sizzle. I grinned then I felt something slither around my neck.
It yanked my head back, hitting off the concrete. I was able to look up for a moment to see a demon's tentacle wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. Dropping my blade, I tried to pull it off.
A sharp pain went through my neck then another sizzle. I scrambled up, seeing an arrow a foot from where my head had been. There was no time to pause.
I felt myself breathing a sigh of realising as Izzy drove her seraph blade into the last demon with a sigh. We were all panting, "Some sicko was keeping them, prisoner," Jace said. "No wonder they were pissed,"
"So," Alec said but I felt my neck getting hot. I was panting more than they were and I raised my hand to my neck where the pain had been, it felt like ice. "Whose doing the paperwork for this one?" The other three laughed but it was muffled as if I was underwater. I blinked more as the colours seemed to blur together for a moment then go back then blur. "(Y/N)?"
"I-I-I think I'm gonna," I landed with a thud. All I could hear was a muffled sound. I could see everything, but I could barely move my fingers.
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"What happened?" Jace said, dropping to his knees beside his friend.
Isabelle began searching (Y/N) for an injury, "I-I don't know. I didn't see them get poisoned or-or-or,"
"Izzy calm down," Jace said.
"My best friend is dying!" She yelled, tears falling from her yes, "Fucking panic Jace!"
"This is getting us nowhere," Alec said, quickly moving beside Izzy, "Jace start checking their legs for something, Izzy their torso," They all snapped to attention, quickly putting (Y/N) onto their back checking for something, anything.
A wound, a bite, a scratch. Whatever did this.
Alec looked over and studied every bit of (Y/N)'s face. He put his fingers through their hair, looking for a gash or something. He glanced down seeing (Y/N)'s eyes following him. He took a breath going back to his search. (Y/N) had to be okay.
"I can't find anything," Jace said.
"Me neither," Isabelle sighed. "What are we going to do?"
"Call Magnus," Alec said, standing up. He tossed Jace his quiver and bow, bending down to pick (Y/N) up.
"Should we move them?" Isabelle asked.
"Can't get much worse," Jace said, phone to his ear, "Magnus we're coming over,"
Alec had never had a bigger reason to run. As he ran, he cradled (Y/N) in his arms. Magnus had come down to let them in and they all rushed upstairs.
"Wouldn't the silent brothers be better?" Isabelle panted.
"I know demons better," Magnus said, leading Alec to lay (Y/N) on the couch, "Besides I can teleport you. Jace pass me that book,"
The biggest problem was knowing the poison. They didn't even know the spot. Alec paced the living room, glancing over. (Y/N)'s eyes were still following him. He froze, looking back at them. His eyes dropped when he saw something.
Alec rushed over, kneeling beside Magnus, "There," He pointed to (Y/N)'s neck.
"A hickey?" Magnus asked, "This isn't the time for jealousy,"
"No, it wasn't there earlier," Alec snapped.
"He's right," Isabelle said, "(Y/N) is single. What do you mean jealous?"
Magnus, Alec, and, Jace all shared a look, "Nothing," Magnus said before going back to work.
"Alec you idiot!" Isabelle stood up flicking her brother's forehead, "(Y/N) likes you! Couldn't you have done this before they were paralysed!?"
"I didn't know this would happen!"
"I found it!" Magus interrupted them. The shadowhunters all tried to look over Magnus' shoulder but Jace felt his stomach churn as Magnus' smile fell. "I-I can't do anything,"
"Then we need to go to the silent city," Isabelle said.
"No." He cut her off, "The poison, the demon. Did you see a purple demon with tentacles?"
"Yeah. One grabbed (Y/N) around the neck," As Izzy spoke, she seemed to realise, "Oh no,"
"It's poison paralysis's the body. Activity speeds it up. Soon every muscle in (Y/N) body will stop. The heart normally is the last but after they stop moving it's normally the breathing system then the eyes,"
"What does that mean?" Isabelle asked, ignoring the mascara down her checks.
"(Y/N) will suffocate to death and we can't do anything about it,"
"No, no, no, no"
Everyone took their moment with (Y/N). Isabelle was a mess. Alec held her as Jace knelt beside (Y/N), then Magnus. Jace walked over and essentially took Isabelle out of Alec's arms. He stood up, shaking legs, and walked over.
Alec knelt beside (Y/N), holding their hand. "I'm so so sorry," he said, "For everything. Magnus says you can't hear us but I'm so so sorry. I-I shouldn't have snapped. Anyone would want to be your soulmate. If only I had had the balls," Alec sniffled, "I love you," Alec began to stand, pressing a kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead. His tears fell onto (Y/N) and he quickly wiped them off. (Y/N)'s eyes were still following him.
Alec cringed as he stood up, "What now?"
"We wait," Magnus said, looking at the floor.
"And what? Let them suffocate to death?" Jace snapped.
Isabelle looked up, taking a deep breath "(Y/N) deserved a better death than that. They don't deserve to feel that,"
Alec nodded, "Magnus? Is there anything?"
"You're asking me to-?" He shook his head with a sigh, "I've lost too many to do it myself,"
"Please. they shouldn't have to suffer,"
Magnus pointed to a door, "That's my storage cupboard. Help yourself,"
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The sound in my ears was like waves at first but then a beating sound joined it. It was a struggle to move my eyes, but I was trying to figure out what was happening. The sound in my ears began to fade and their voices were becoming clearer.
I looked up as Isabelle stood over me. She made eye contact before turning away and passing something to Alec. Alec held it then held it out for Jace, "I can't," I managed to make out despite it being dull.
Jace took it then slowly moved to kneel beside me. He sighed and I heard him. I felt my toes begin to move
"The throat muscles will stop working any moment," Magnus said, and I heard it clearly.
A tear fell down Jace's face and his hand moved up to pull open my mouth. I saw him raise something up. "I'm sorry," he said. This time it was clear, and I could feel my fingers begin to move. Out of instinct, I tried to close my mouth.
He paused, "Did you see that?" he asked.
"Your imagining things," Magnus said.
I had to try to talk. I had to. All I managed was a low grunt. Jace jumped back, probably dropping something as I heard glass smash then a sizzle.
A sizzle.
Those sizzles.
My eyes darted to the side. I was just able to turn my head slightly, "How are they...?" Magnus said.
Isabelle's eyes went from mine to Alec to mine, "Soulmates," she said, "It's the soulmate thing!"
"That isn't a thing Izzy!" Alec yelled, "Can't you drop that!?"
"Yeah," I managed to breath out before spluttering. Slowly a warm feeling began to travel through my body.
Magnus said it could take a while for me to be able to fully move let alone stand. So far, I could talk, breath, thankfully, and move my arms.
They filled me in on everything, everything. Not knowing if we'd be too weak, Magnus offered to let me crash so he could monitor me. Eventually, they had to go, probably after Clary's 100th call. Isabelle and Jace said their goodbyes then it was just Alec, Magnus and I.
Magnus looked between us "I'm going to put the kettle on. Want tea (Y/N)?" I nodded and waited for him to walk out.
Alec sat down on the coffee table across from me, "So um,"
"Isabelle's crazy, isn't she?" I said, not able to look at him.
"Yeah totally," When I looked up, he looked away. I held in a sigh, "Is it crazy I kind of hope she isn't...?"
"You mean...?"
"I don't care if your childish-not that you are but if you were- "
"You like me,"
"You heard that?" he asked, his head dropping.
"Heard what?"
"When you where-never mind," Alec looked up, gathering some kind of courage, "I'm sorry. For everything,"
"It's okay," I said then we were plunged in silence, "You know if I could stand, I'd kiss you,"
"What- I mean do you- um do I- "
"Kiss me," I cut him off. Alec lurched forward, kissing me. it took a moment for me to be able to move my hand to the back of his neck. After a few moments, he pulled back, "I promise I can kiss better than that normally,"
"I'll be the judge of that,"
"Not in my house you won't!" Magnus yelled, walking in. Alec shot back in shock, forgetting he was on a coffee table and falling off, "Such grace," Magnus muttered, "I brought tea,"
Raphael Santiago*Ramble Pt1
Ship(s): Raphael x reader, Lightwood!reader
Requested by @cokecola4211
Shadowhunter imagine the reader is a Lightwood Alec and Izzy younger sister and she is reading her novel at the Down world hang out restaurant which is what the young Lightwood is known for is her love for her novels and books and Raphael comes in and sits w/ her and they discus and talk about her novel that's she's reading and Alec comes in and runes the moment and stuff and it embarrasses the reader and he yells at the reader for hanging out w/ Raphael and the reader yells back.
Warnings?: Nope
Type: fluff
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Shadowhunters just don't take enough time to sit down and just breath. Let your hair down, relax a little, and enjoy the peace. With a job that fast-moving and ever-changing sometimes you need to sit down and calm down.
Isabelle said I'd understand when I was older the joys of spending your free time in a club or having a drink, but I doubt it. Alec was all convinced that training could be made fun and the occasional drink in a quiet bar was the best ending to the week. Frankly, I think they're nuts.
Max and I were close, Alec and Isabelle were close, neither pair really understood the other. While max and I enjoyed reading the older two enjoyed activities. My free time is not for hiking nor for drinking. It's for books.
At first, my parents encouraged it seeing I was reading which was learning until my mum actually read one of the blurbs. "What's sci-fi?" then I had to explain.
Sure, they knew I was reading fiction, but they didn't love the mundane fiction I had been picking up from 2nd hand shops and clearance bins. They reluctantly let it go, more concerned with max reading manga, and one of the best presents they got me was a library card to the New York public library. Yeah, I'm that type of sad.
I was easily the quietest lightwood but when people did notice me, I had a novel in hand. Call me weird but it was just too quiet in the institute to read. I need at least a little background noise. The New York library was the same, plus clearly, they didn't appreciate a runed up teenager ruining their 'aesthetic'.
Downworlders cafes were the best option. Partly because the few, but close, friends I had were Downworlders and partly because the food was better. When the chef is a hundred and sixty years old and has been cooking since he was a teenager the foods pretty delicious.
"Usual (Y/N)?" Hayley the cashier asked me. I awkwardly nodded as I fished out my wallet. You know that weird thing where you know someone, and they know you, but you don't actually know each other? All I knew about Haley was that she was a werewolf and normally worked the evening shift on Mondays and Thursdays, the days I come in, for at least the past 3 months. And all she knows about me is I come in at the same time on Mondays and Thursdays and get the exact same thing each time. Honestly, I don't even know how she knows my name.
My work was normally done around dinner time so I would eat dinner at home and come here. My goal was to leave as the sun was setting since it began to get busy with drunks and vampires. I didn't mind vampires, but vampires and drunk werewolves are a headache.
It was easy to get a seat and even easier to jump right back into my novel. This morning, Mid chapter might I add, I was rushed away from the Fahrenheit 451 to a mission and a grumpy Alec.
My eyes swam in a sea of words and stories. I had never really gotten into the mundane classics, but this book seemed to have a grasp on me. When I finally came upon a slight break, even though I was desperate to read, I forced my eyes off the book.
I sat it down with a sigh, the satisfying feeling of reading washing over me as I looked to my food. I had finished my drink through constant sippage but noticed how my bagel was mostly untouched. As I picked up my bagel someone cleared their throat. I looked up and froze in my awkwardness, "Want a refill?"
That wasn't Haley. I nodded, looking at the washed-out skin on the new waitress. She gave me a smile and took my cup to the refill station. I blinked a few times and looked around noticing the new clientele; vampires. I looked outside and inwardly groaned as I saw the sun was all the way down. Damn winter nights!
I smiled as I was handed back my mug, trying not to be awkward and probably failing. I couldn't not have this now. I'd asked for it. I began eating my bagel and sipping on my drink only now noticing the looks I was getting from my runes. Out of instinct, I shrugged my hoodie on.
"Cold?" I almost jumped out of my seat at the voice.
I looked up and it wasn't much better as a guy was standing next to my table, "Just a little," I said after a moment too long. His face was unreadable.
His eyes fell onto my book and a small smile tugged at his lips. "You've got taste," he said, "Can I sit?"
"Um yeah sure," I said, not knowing what to do, "You've read it?"
He hummed a yes, "It gets boring sitting around all day, waiting for night. Thankfully winters here so we'll have more time,"
"Yeah, summer must suck for you," I said, only now realising it literally trapped them inside all day. He nodded but I still wondered, "So um what do you want exactly?" I asked, noticing how many empty seats there were.
"You probably think I'm some weirdo," he said through an awkward laugh, "Most of my well not friends but kind of friends, anyway, most of them don't read so when I saw you with one of my favourite books I don't know I kind of wanted to talk but then you know-" he sighed, looking down ,"and now I'm rambling,"
I couldn't help but grin a little, "Its alright. I'd be the same if someone asked me about harry potter,"
"I've heard about that. Is it any good?"
My mouth almost dropped. "You haven't read harry potter?" he shook his head, "Oh my- right listen because this is some serious stuff right here," queue me rambling on about my favourite book, "And now I'm rambling," I cut myself off.
Raphael grinned, "where are you in your book?" he asked, nodding to the book.
I had never had a friend to gush about over books, not really. tv shows, movies, real people, sure, but never books. We talked about favourite characters, plot points, that one bitch who needs to calm down. Everything.
"And of course, my favourite character- "as I was mid-sentence my face fell.
"Are you okay?" My new friend asked.
"He's gonna kill me," I slunk down in my seat in an attempt to hide.
Alec stormed over "For a shadowhunter, you're crap at hiding," he glared, "And why are you hanging out with Raphael?"
"Whose Raphael?" I asked.
"Me," the boy across from me said with a smile before turning to ' with an eye roll, "Hello shadowhunter,"
"Stay away from (Y/N)." Alec snapped.
"Who?" Raphael said.
"Me," I mimicked him.
Raphael chuckled but Alec scowled "You didn't even know his name? right, that's enough to get up. Now,"
"But maybe (Y/N) doesn't want to," Raphael said.
I sighed, "No I should go," as I stood up, scrambling to pull out a tip. "See you around- "
"Or not," Alec cut me off, stalking away.
'Sorry' I mouthed as I followed Alec. I hadn't even realised I forgot to grab my book off the table.
Jace Herondale*Mundane
Ship(s): Jace x Mundane!reader
Request: nope
Warnings: Lies?
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My friends constantly questioned me about my boyfriend. When I'd met Jace I never thought to mention him to them, but things got more serious and when he became my boyfriend, I told them. Because they'd never met him, and it was apparently 'so sudden' they didn't believe me.
Jace and I had met while I was working. I'd been the one who'd served him during my shift at the café and thought nothing of it. He'd come in every Thursday at the same time which happened to be the one shift I always worked. One Thursday I was on my break I'd ordered myself some lunch, but the staff room was being redone so I decided to sit in the café. During my break, he walked in and looked confused when he didn't see me. He'd already ordered when he'd spotted me.
Despite never talking to him unless to tell him his total or the specials he walked over to my table. "Is it alright if I sit here?"
"Yeah sure," He sat across from me. "I'm (Y/N),"
"I know," he chuckled, nodding at my name tag. "I'm Jace,"
"I know," I copied, pointing to the coffee cup with his name on it.
We talked for a bit, but my break eventually ended. It started becoming more serious and serious as the weeks went on. He'd come in on Thursdays and stay till my shift ended then we'd go out. I found out Thursday was the only full day he got off worked.
"You ever thought about quitting your job?" I asked one day, "I mean they only give you one full day off and it's a Thursday. Where's the fun in that?"
"I mean its quite flexible. If it's not busy I can go out and stuff,"
"Yeah, but they always end up calling you away. I doubt you get paid enough. What is it you even do?"
Jace looked down for a moment, "It's like-you probably wouldn't get it,"
"Try me,"
"I'm kind of in training. My job is to keep people safe. Make sure everything is where it's supposed to be and when it goes wrong to fix it,"
"So, like a police officer?"
"Kind of. You can't just call up for help. Something serious has to be wrong,"
"Like a detective?" I asked.
He smiled, "Basically yeah. Something like that,"
"Well, in that case, I know you don't get paid enough,"
We began meeting on Thursdays, which I now requested off, and he'd drop by at random times when work let him away. Even if I was in college he'd sneak in, somehow unnoticed despite the tattoos and leather. Honestly, I was surprised no one was drooling over him since I nearly was.
Often times he'd come to hang out in my flat. We'd watch movies, cook food, and rant about life. Though he seemed to be holding back.
Jace had come over tonight, using the spare key I'd gave him, and was ranting about work. "And they're being so overbearing. Like I had to help this girl but since I didn't do it by the book Alec's been on my case the whole time. Plus, Isabelle isn't helping since all she wants to do is skive off and annoy him."
"Who's Alec and Isabelle?" I asked. Normally he just said some guy or girl from work.
"Oh, um my brother and sister," he stuttered out, "haven't I mentioned them?"
"Nope. Don't think so," I said, "I'm sure they mean well. So, do you all do the same job?"
"Basically,"
"So, is this like a family business or...?"
"Yeah," Jace perked up, "yeah it's like a family business which is why it doesn't really have a name,"
"You'd think if it was family, they'd be easier on you. You're their brother, even if you're wrong, they should have your back,"
This time he sulked, "It's complicated. Anyway, how was your day?"
I bit back a frown as I told him about my boring day. Jace always seemed to be holding back, "My friends have been asking to meet you,"
His eyes went wide, "I don't know if that's a great idea," he tried to shrug it off.
"Don't worry," I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure they'll love you. Besides they seem to think I'm making you up out of thin air. Just come out with us tonight,"
"I don't know,"
"Please," I pouted, "You can keep me safe? I thought that was part of your job?"
Jace looked at me for a few seconds, "Okay. I'll need to call to say I won't be back but if work call- "
"Your half to go," I finished his sentence, "I know. I get it,"
The night seemed to be off to a great start. Jace turned on the charms and all my friends like him even if he didn't seem like my normal type. The bar we'd went to was decently busy but not too bad. It took a while and a couple drinks, but I dragged Jace up to dance.
Jace was grinning, his hands resting on my waist as we danced to the music. My friends were dancing nearby but got the hint to dance away a little bit. "I'm glad I came out," he told me over the music.
"Told you it'd be fun!" I said as he grabbed my hand to give me a little spin, "Aren't you hot with that jacket on?"
"A little bit I'm fine,"
"I told you to check it. It's the 21st century. Nobody cares about your tattoos," I said. Jace had always tried to cover them up. The one on his neck always pocked out his t-shirt though.
"Yeah well- "he looked off into the crowd and got quiet, "go to your friends."
"What?"
"I'll be back in a minute," he grabbed my arm and gave me a little shove in my friend's direction. I steadied myself as I grabbed my arm. Before I could say anything, he was going through the crowd.
"What the hell," I muttered as I joined my friends.
"Who does he think he is?" One of them said, about to march over.
I put my arm out to stop him, "Not the now,"
"Look at your arm!" I looked down and saw a faint mark where he'd grabbed me.
"He's never done that before," I said. My friends gave me a look, "Oh be quiet. I'm not defending him. There's no point chasing him,"
They all agreed, and we decided to try forgetting what had happened, but I kept looking over to see if he'd come back. He didn't.
When we left the bar, I didn't feel right. They all wanted to go somewhere else, but I decided to call a cab and go home. The whole time I was texting Jace.
Where'd you go?
What's wrong with you?
Why do you do that?
You'd you think you are?
Wow, no answer? Really?
Call me or were over
I went to bed that night with no phone call and the same uneasy feeling. All my plans for the next day were with Jace but I assumed they were canceled and didn't set an alarm before bed.
"(Y/N), wake up," I groaned as someone shook me lightly. I squinted, pained by the burning light. "You awake?"
"What the hell do you want Jace?" I groaned as I rolled over to sleep again.
"I need to talk to you. Wake up. Please," he sounded desperate. I turned to look at him and his eyes looked redder than normal. "You've got to believe me,"
"Believe what?" he was still wearing the same clothes from last night but now his jeans had dirt on them, and some weird stain was on his t-shirt.
"I lied. I'm not a detective. I'm a shadowhunter,"
"You're what?"
And that was when I learned my boyfriend was crazy. He went on and on about Downworlders and angels and demons and weird sounding weapons and a clave?
Once he was finished, he looked at me, "You need to be locked up, "I said. "something is seriously wrong with you,"
"You've got to believe me,"
"How am I supposed to believe someone who says fairies are real? Huh, Jace? How are you going to prove any of that?"
Jace rolled his sleeve up and pulled out some stick thingy. "watch this," he ran it over one of his tattoos. It started lighting up and my eyes bulged, "See? And watch when I do it to this one," he did it to another one and he disappeared.
"Jace? Jace!? Where the hell did you go?!" I yelled.
He reappeared, drawing on another rune, "see? I can't make that up,"
"Oh my god, I'm crazy,"
"You're not crazy. We're just not allowed to show mundane this,"
"Then why are you telling me? I don't want to be labeled some crazy whack!"
He sighed and sat next to me, "Last night, in the bar, I saw a demon. I'd been on a mission early with Alec and one got away. It followed me. That's why I hide my runes when I'm with you. I don't want people who know what I am to see me. It would put you in danger"
"But surely telling me puts me in danger too?"
"I couldn't protect you if you didn't know. When we first started talking it wasn't meant to be serious. I was sick of the shadow world and you gave me an out. I can't risk someone coming after you,"
"Who'd want to come after me?"
"Do you remember when I said families complicated?" I nodded, "Alec and Izzy aren't really my family. Not by blood anyway. I went to live with them after my dad died. But he didn't really die and now he's back. I didn't come from nice people. Shadowhunters aren't meant to mingle with Mundane because it isn't safe. If the silent brothers found out they'd lock me up at best,"
"who are the silent brothers?"
"That's an even longer story,"
"Okay so if I know about the shadow world but I can't tell anyone, and you can't tell anyone about me what am I meant to do? Hide in my apartment?"
"No. I've got a plan,"
Why don't I like the idea of this?
Shadowhunter Preference*Petty Fights
Ship(s): Alec x reader, Jace x reader, Clary x reader, Magnus x reader, Simon x reader, Raphael x reader, Will x reader, Jem x reader
Request: Nope
Warnings: Pettiness
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Alec: The temperature
"Alec, I swear to every imaginable god if you touch that thermostat I will move out," I warn him from the sofa.
"It's freezing," he scoffed, "I'm just gonna put it up a few degrees,"
"Just use a blanket!" I turned around to face him, "you can put layers on, I can only take so many off,"
"I mean I wouldn't be mad if you did,"
Clary: over vs under
Walking into the bathroom, I sighed and walked back out. "You tricked me," I said to clary. Her eyebrows rose, "The toilet paper? It's under. Again,"
She rolled her eyes, "Because that's how it's supposed to be," Clary's eyes returned to the tv.
"No," I said walking closer, "it goes over because it's easier to tear,"
Clary's face screwed up, "That's not a thing,"
"yes, it is!"
"Besides it's not exactly hard to tear away toilet paper," Clary groaned, "Drop it,"
"Never,"
Jace: how to cutlery goes away
"Can you go put the dishwasher on?" I asked Jace. He sighed, groaned, and was generally dramatic as he got up to do it, "thank you!" I called after him.
A few moments passed. "(Y/N)! Can you come here?"
"Ugh!" I groaned, forcing myself up, "this is why I asked you," As I walked in, I saw him standing in front of the dishwasher. "What?"
"The cutlery. You put it in wrong,"
"It's cutlery," I screwed my face up.
Jace rolled his eyes, "The sections are all mixed up, and the knives are face-up,"
"So?"
"So," he sighed, "if you fall when the dishwasher is opened you'' fall on a knife and stab yourself."
"How dumb do you think I am?"
He ignored my comment, "and if you put them in right it's quicker to put them away,"
"Jace," I walked up to him, putting my hands on his shoulders, "it's cutlery. Get over it,"
Magnus: picking where to eat
"I'm starving," I groaned, laying spread across the couch "I need dinner,"
"Do you want to just order something?" Magnus asked from the armchair he'd been stuck in since he got in the house on "I'm not getting up,"
"Sure. What do you want?"
"Whatever,"
I held in a sigh, "Then pick somewhere,"
"You can pick,"
"Fine. I'll phone an Indian's"
"Anything but that," Magnus said. I groaned, "I just don't want curry,"
"You do this every time," I sat up. He looked over, face screwed up, "don't pull that face. Every time we order food, I always end up listing off every option and you always end up settling on the first one. Just pick one,"
"I. don't. care," Magnus spoke slowly, and I was going to scream, "you pick,"
"And I picked Indians,"
"But I don't want one,"
"Exactly!"
"Fine!" Magnus rolled his eyes, "Chinese,"
"eh, we had that last time," I said. Magnus groaned, "don't you start with me,"
Simon: chewing loudly
Today had been perfect. Simon and I both had the day off, we had no other chores to do, and for once we weren't tight for money. For dinner, we opened a bottle of wine and started making it ourselves.
We sat down to eat, and I felt at peace. We started talking and eating but the sound of Simons chewing was getting to me. "You okay?" he asked before going right back to grinding on his food. How can pasta be so loud?
"It's nothing," I smiled, not wanting to ruin it.
"You can tell me,"
I held in a sigh, "you're kinda chewing loudly,"
Simon chuckled, "Sorry,"
we continued with our conversation. But it was getting worse. Eventually, I snapped, "Can you chew any louder?!"
Simon looked at me for a couple seconds before taking open mouth, loud, dramatic bites, "loud enough?"
"Now you're just being petty,"
"You're complaining that I am chewing loudly?"
"You are! It sounds like a construction site in there!"
Izzy: using the fancy towels
I washed my face, ready for bed, and as I was drying it Izzy walked in," Ready?" she asked before her face dropped, "Why are you using they towels?"
"My face is wet,"
"But there the good towels,"
"Which is why I'm using them?" I said but it sounded like a question.
"But there for guests,"
I stared at her for a couple seconds, "I paid for them, I'm using them,"
"What if my mum comes over?"
"She can use them too?"
"But there all crumpled!" Izzy groaned.
"There just towels!"
Raphael: toothpaste
Call me strange but when I'm brushing my teeth I don't normally focus on the toothpaste. Raphael apparently does when he walks into the living room, toothpaste in hand, "Do you see the problem?" he asked.
"You're missing the toothbrush?" I rolled my eyes.
"You're supposed to squeeze from the bottom,"
"Raph, I love you, I'm not fighting over toothpaste,"
"We aren't fighting," He rolled his eyes.
I looked at him, eyes wide, "Really? cause if you use that tone with me, especially over toothpaste, were going to be fighting"
"Look I need to take care of my teeth. It's just a simple favour,"
"You're a vampire. If you can't squeeze toothpaste, then we've got bigger things to worry about."
Raphael rolled his eyes before heading back to the bathroom, saying, "Just squeeze from the bottom,"
"Never!"
Jem: closing cupboards
"Can you get the plates out?" I asked as I took the pasta off the hob.
"Sure thing," Jem said, grabbing the plates but leaving the cupboard open.
I held back a scream as I loaded the plates up. When he went to grab his I stopped him. "Cupboards?" I said.
Jem rolled his eyes, "You're just going to have to open them again"
"Is it so difficult to shut the cupboards?"
"What's the big deal?" he asked.
"This morning? You didn't shut the dresser drawer and look," I pulled up my t-shirt to show the bruise on my hip "Now I've got this,"
"Then look was you're going,"
"I shouldn't have too!" My mouth almost gaped. "Just shut the damn cupboards,"
"Only if you shut your mouth," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," Jem scrambled to shut the cupboards. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed my pasta.
Will: putting shoes away
Not again. The smile dropped from my face as I saw his work boots sitting by our door. Gabriel gave me a light smile, "have fun," he patted my shoulder, bending down and picking the boots up for me.
I took them and walked into my room. Will was laying on the bed, book in hand. "Hey babe," he smiled as he looked up from his book, "Are they my boots?"
"Yeah,"
"Why do you have my boots?"
"Why were they in the hallway?"
Will sighed, putting his book down, "We've talked about this. I'm just going to put them on tomorrow morning,"
"That doesn't mean you can just leave your things lying about. You'll lose them"
"Who's going to steal my boots?"
"Charles is turning 3 soon. You never know where he might put them,"
Will rolled his eyes and took the boots from my hands. He opened our door and placed them back down, shutting the door. "It'll be fine. You should be glad I stopped leaving them in the room," I gave him a big fat fake smile. He'll regret that.
The next morning, he bursts into the dining hall during breakfast, "Where are my boots?" Will deadpans.
Will looks at Charles. Charlotte went red, "You are not blaming my toddler for you losing your boots,"
"I didn't lose them! He took them,"
I fake coughed, "William. You might wanna check outside." Will glared at me before rushing out. Charlotte looked at me with the most confused look, "If he's going to leave them outside our room, I'm going to leave them outside,"
"But it was raining last night?" Henry said.
A smile crept onto my face, "I know,"
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With all the sudden hustle and bustle due to agreeing to help the shadowhunters out Magnus was stressed and frustrated. He decided to go on a walk and since his phone seemingly never stopped buzzing he left it behind.
His walk would almost be relaxing but Brooklyn traffic was far from ASMR. The closest quiet place was a park filled with ugh children. Too close to shadowhunters for his liking. Magnus decided to take a quick turn and head to the dog park.
Although a cat person at heart dogs were adorable. Magnus was sitting on a random bench, most dog walkers giving him a weird glance. Sure he was flamboyantly dressed but it was fashion. The lack of a dog didn't help.
He was enjoying the peace and quiet when a dog shot passed him followed by a person. It was so quick he jumped a little. He looked to see a stunning person chasing after their dog with angelic laughter coming from their lips.
Magnus looked around and saw there was no one else around to see the new wonders of the worlds and saw no one. What's the harm in introducing himself?
“And who's this little rascal?” Magnus grinned, going down to pet the dog. The dog lapped up the attention. “What's his name?” What's yours is what he wanted to ask.
The owner, who Magnus learned their name was (Y/N), was happy to talk about their dogs and all thing dogs. “Do you have any pets?” They asked.
“Oh of course. I couldn't live without Chairman,” He said, glad Chairman wasn't around to hear him. That cat would never let him forget.
“Cute name. How come he’s not here?”
He’s a cat? Magnus wanted to say. “Oh, I just wanted to check out the place before bringing him. He’s a bit of a diva,”
A laugh fell from (Y/N)’s lips and Magnus couldn't help the smile forming on his face. “Oh well, it’s a great park. I bring (Y/D/N) every morning before work. Speaking of which I probably need to get going,”
When Magnus got home Chairman peered at the bag in his hand curiously with distrust. Magnus tried to look positive as he pulled out the cat leash. Chairman shoot out the room.
