#shadowhuntersecretsanta

[youarethefirstdreamofmysoul]

"Matching haircuts for everyone?" "I hope not," said Sebastian. "I look terrible with curls."

for sebastianmorqenstern 

[mybellarke-blog]

i still believe it’s you and me til the end of time

Happy Holidays baneandalec - From your Shawdowhunter Secret Santa(:

Art work cr

[tohru-oikawa]

Mizpah - a herongraystairs oneshot for dylonobrein

i wrote this for the shadowhunter secret santa for my fabulous secret santa mariana, ( dylonobrein ). ily bby  and i hope you like it!

Tessa woke up tangled in the sheets, a certain ex-Silent Brother lying next to her, his mouth etched into a smile. Seeing his face, so happy and smiling and free after so long was always liberating for Tessa, and she couldn’t help but grin too. Jem’s smile had always been infectious.

“Morning, Tessa,” he whispered, his voice as soft and sweet as sugar, his dark eyes so much more rich and alive than his sickly, silver ones. He was so alive like this, in these little moments where he was just allowed to be Jem, the little dark haired boy that was away all those years ago, but was now restored to his prime.

“Morning, my Jem,” said Tessa, reaching out to place a hand on Jem’s cheek. Jem placed his warm palm over hers, stroking gently, comfortingly. The gesture warmed Tessa to the core.

After shaking off the grogginess that accompanies a good night’s sleep next to the person you love, the pair got dressed.

“I’ll never get used to wearing these modern clothes. And all this modern technology. It makes my head spin; these TVs and i-whatever-you-want-to-call-them.”

Tessa laughed, her giggles filling the whole room. “You’ll get used to it, Jem. You have the rest of your life to get used to it.”

Jem pulled Tessa into his arms, savouring the way her body fit against his, the way her soft, brown hair felt against his fingers. He had never loved someone as much as this. Except maybe…

“Tessa?” There was a cautious edge to his voice, something that Tessa had not heard in a long while.

She pulled back, concerned. “Yes? What is it?”

“I just…I know I visited him countless time in the Silent City but… I’ve never been to the memorial you built for him in Idris. Now that I’m, well now that I’m Jem again, I just think I should go visit it…”

He didn’t need to say who ‘he’ was. Tessa knew. It could only be one person—Will.

Tessa took Jem’s hands into her own, and squeezed them slightly. “Of course. I think we both need to go, together.”

Jem kissed her then, sweetly and tenderly. “Thank you.”

                                               * * *

The memorial Tessa had erected for her husband was in the Herondale family tomb, along with the stones built for her son James and daughter Lucie, as well as other Herondales, some with faces to match the names, others without. They walked past Stephen Herondale’s stone, the father of the only living Herondale, Jace. Jem had told her all about him, as he was technically her blood relative, and though he bore the name Lightwood, Tessa desired to meet him very strongly. “He is much like Will in nature,” Jem had said. A pang of nostalgia had swept over Tessa at this, and the longing to meet him only intensified.

Walking through the Herondale family tomb made Tessa immeasurably sad. Each time she had taken a trip here in the past century or so, at least after the death of her children, she had been alone, and every time she had not been able to contain the tears as she thought of the things she had lost unfairly, of the things she should have, but didn’t. Her tears marked these gravestones, especially Will’s.

But this time it was different. Coming here with Jem was like sharing an intimate part of herself with him, exposing it to someone for the first time.

Tessa watched as Jem’s eyes fell upon Will’s name etched onto the cold stone. His eyes welled with tears as he stared, but none fell.

“Jem?” she whispered, tentatively, afraid she may be interrupting a moment between Jem and Will, something private between them. But Jem turned towards her and smiled, the tears finally spilling onto his cheeks. Tessa felt her own get wet as she took his hand, holding it tightly, like a life line.

“It’s just-” Jem murmured, “It’s just that I loved him so much. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I loved the two of you collectively. And as a Silent Brother that love was, inevitably, dulled. My emotions were…different back then. But now I’m normal again, that love came rushing back to me. And you were here waiting, ready to accept that love all over again. But he wasn’t, so I almost forgot about it, concentrated on loving you fully again for the first time in so long. But now, coming here, I don’t know, it just makes that love come back all over again. And it’s painful, because he’s not here to receive it, now that I’m ready to give it again.”

He stopped, his tears saying more than a thousand words. “James Carstairs, you know I love you. I love you a hell of a lot, okay. And I loved Will too. I loved you and Will, still do, equally and enormously. And I know that most people don’t love two people as much as I do, as we do, but you know what? Loving both of you was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m so glad that I loved both of you the way I did. If I had been forced to choose between you, like these cheesy love triangles these days, I would’ve refused because I physically would’ve been unable. I didn’t love Will more than I loved you, but I didn’t love you more than him either. But what made our love so special, and so perfect was the fact that I didn’t have to pick between the two of you, because neither of you were bitter and resentful of me nor the other, because you loved each other first and we all just wanted the other two to be happy.”

She gave Jem a smile through her tears before continuing. “Maybe if we’d had more time, things would’ve been different. Sure it would’ve been weird, but we could’ve loved each other together. I’m pretty sure there’s a modern term for it…”

“Polyamory?” Jem suggested, at the same time that Tessa said, “Threesomes.” That elicited a laugh from both of them, the only laugh Tessa had ever had in front of Will’s headstone.

“I love you,” Tessa said, serious again. “And I love him, present tense. I’ll always love the two of you, and I’m thankful for every second that I spent with him, and I’m now thankful for every second I get to spend with you. And our love keeps him alive. He’s alive in our hearts, Jem, because the love we share brings him back to us. He loved us the same, and he’s here sharing our love, even though he may be dead. We’ll all be together again someday.”

Jem nodded. “You’re right, oh Tessa.” He smiled at her, and then at the stone. “We should leave. We don’t need to come here to keep the memory of Will alive; he lives in every moment with us.”

Jem leant down and kissed the stone, as though saying farewell to an old friend. “Mizpah, William Herondale. For this isn’t goodbye.”

“Mizpah,” Tessa echoed, feeling surprisingly fulfilled. She could almost feel Will’s presence, smiling down on her and Jem as they shared on last kiss in front of the Herondale tomb, before walking away hand in hand, Will’s hand and love entwined within them

[habooshky]

Shadowhunter Secret Santa

for: Mansi, i love you bby and I hope you enjoy it. (sorry if it's short or not much malec or just sucks)

I guess love really does bring out the worst in you.

Alec stared at the other end of the room, where his boyfriend was talking to a gorgeous tall brunette. He had met Tessa a few weeks back, but he hadn't been aware of how close she and Magnus were. 

The rational part of his mind was telling him to stop worrying, that Magnus loved him and that Tessa and Jem were inseparable, but that wasn't enough to convince the irrational, jealous part of imagining every possible scenario, which all ended in Alec's solitude. People from the 1870 were turning to be his biggest enemies. 

"Your jealousy is showing" a voice said over his shoulder. He turned around to find Jace smirking at him, his shirt perfectly fitted to his torso and a beverage in his hand. "And you have a stain in your sweater"

Alec looked down to find his dark blue sweater as clean as could be, and met Jace's gaze again with a spiteful glare. "You always fall for that" he said, proud of himself.

The golden-haired boy put his arm around his parabatai and with his other arm made a gesture like look at all these majestic creatures around us. Everyone was gathered around the ball room of the Institute, having a small celebratory party. This kind of thing was starting to become pretty usual, but still everyone was in attendance.

"After everything everyone's been through, we deserve to be happy. And I think that being jealous of a 130 year old lady is a new low, even for you.” For a second he looked dead serious, then he turned to his usual self: “Please note that I am always right, so stop self-loathing and walk over there and claim your man!" he tried to be encouraging, but being Jace saying that it just felt weird. 

Nevertheless, Jace’s inspiring words had had an effect on him and Alec was gathering strengths to get closer to his boyfriend and his new BFF. It was then that he realized Jace was still holding on to him. "If I go now you will start tumbling, won't you?" Jace look was almost apologetic. "Okay no more drinking for you" Alec claimed, talking Jace's drink from his hand -though he didn't let go without a fight- and placing it in the nearest table. "You're gonna go lie down now."

Alec left the room with Jace by his side, trying to be as discrete as possible. Luckily, once in the hallway, Alec recognized the girl whose hair looked like fire, and together they were able to get Jace to his room.

“I’ll stay and take care of him, you go enjoy yourself” Clary insisted, rushing Alec out of the room. As he was walking away, the black-haired boy heard Clary say to his boyfriend something along the lines of no sex, you’re drunk. He hurried away before he could hear his parabatai’s reply; everyone knew Jace could be pretty convincing.

Alec decided to stay in his room for a while, and head back down when dinner was served. He really wasn’t in the mood to socialize with the same people as always; chit-chat was getting tiring.

What he was not expecting was to find his boyfriend lying in his bed with no shirt on.

"Wh-what are you d-doing here?" mumbled Alec. Magnus' chiseled chest had that effect on him: he always forgot how to phrase a sentence. At least this time he wasn't drooling. 

"You're so easy to read" Magnus replied, relaxed and seemingly not noticing Alec's stupor. 

"I'm not!" 

"Well, for the last couple of days you've been acting like you did when you found out about Will. I'm just hoping you're not looking for another way to make me mortal"

Magnus said it like it was a joke, but Alec didn't find it so funny. 

"Oh, c'mon, I'm trying to joke about it! Isn't that what everyone does with serious topics they don't know how to approach?"

Alec gave in and lay on the bed next to him, their arms barely grazing. 

"I'm sorr-" he began to say, merely a whisper, but was cut short by Magnus' powerful voice

"Have I not made it clear enough that I love you?" Alec couldn't quite guess what his boyfriend was feeling: he didn't sound mad or angry; more like, exasperated. 

As he was opening his mouth to apologize yet again, Magnus kissed him to shut him up. He didn't see it coming: one second they were lying next to each other, both staring at the ceiling and then the next Magnus was kissing him, his torso on top of him, his arms on each side. 

He missed his kisses. Yes, they had just kissed less than an hour ago when Magnus arrived to the Institute, but an hour was a long time. This kiss was different. It wasn’t a hello kiss, or a goodbye kiss. It was an I love you kiss, which in Alec’s opinion were the best kinds of kisses. A kiss that washed away all the jealousy, all the uncertainty; because if someone could kiss him like that, how could that person ever love someone else?

This was one of those moments that go from horribly wrong to spectacularly good. The kind of good memories that are impossible to forget, not even with the help of a “good memory eating” demon. The moments when you feel so much love towards a person and that person feels it back, that all you can do is kiss them and hope this never ends. 

“Okay, now you’ve made it clear enough” Alec said in a whisper, a huge grin plastered across his face.

[juneiparise-blog]

all i want for christmas is you — a clace fanfic

a/n: this is my first time writing for the tmi fandom, and my first time writing fanfic since march, so i hope this is okay? also i'm really bad with titles, hence the super cliche title.

dedication: for marian in the shadowhunter secret santa!

word count: 1,882

summary: featuring clary and jace in an eventful shopping trip in which jace learns the true meaning of christmas.

"Why do mundanes have so many stores?" Jace Herondale asked, raising his eyebrows as they passed Pacsun.

Clary Fray rolled her eyes, but smiled inwardly. She had taken Jace Christmas shopping in the city, and for the past hour or so, he had been eyeing the stores confusedly. Every time they entered a store, Jace would find something to complain about, whether it was the weird perfume smell or the too-bright Christmas lights. So, as a result they hadn't accomplished much of their shopping. He kept repeating the same questions, which was cute at first — he was like a puppy exploring a new playground — but now it was just plain annoying.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I guess that even though some stores may sell similar items, they have different prices." She didn't really have a better answer and didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she changed the subject. "Anyway, what do you think I should get Isabelle?"

"Well, she's into fashion, so some clothes or something?" Jace answered. "Maybe a pair of shoes? I don't know — we don't celebrate Christmas, but on her birthday I usually just get her a new weapon."

Clary's eyes lit up. "That's perfect! I'll get her a pair of combat boots, and some Uggs just for the sake of getting her something 'mundane'."

"Speaking of Uggs, why do mundane girls like them so much?" Jace said as a group of teenage girls wearing matching Uggs walked past. He shook his head. "They're so Ugg-ly." He chuckled at his own joke.

"Jace, that joke is so old. Be more original," Clary said. "And I honestly don't know why they're so popular. They're cute, I guess, but I've never really been into them." Noticing that they had reached Nordstrom, she stopped walking. "Hey look, we're at Nordstorm. They have a lot of shoes and really good deals."

As Jace followed Clary into Nordstrom, he commented, "And why do mundanes make such a big deal out of Christmas? I don't see the point of all these lights and songs. Besides, Clary, you're not even Christian."

This made Clary rather angry. She kind of regretted bring Jace along on this shopping trip, but she would teach him the importance of Christmas and insert some Christmas spirit into him by the end of the day even if it killed her. "Sure, it's originally a Christian holiday, but it's also about giving back to the community and expressing your love for the people you care about. You're such a grouch, Jace. Lighten up. Please."

He mumbled something inaudible. Clary sighed and walked over to the shoe section, where she found a pair of black combat boots with three-inch heels.

"Isabelle would love those," Jace said, surprising her. He smiled sheepishly.

"You think?" Clary grinned back — looks like her reprimanding had succeeded! Maybe not fully, but at least she was making progress.

"Of course! She feels like such a badass when she wears heels. Honestly, I don't know how she doesn't trip." Jace said, which elicited a laugh from Clary.

She picked out a box of the combat boots in Isabelle's size. "Now for the Uggs!" Clary went over to the section of Uggs. They had Uggs in all different shapes, sizes, and colors — from the classic tan ones, to slippers, to tall ones and short ones, and even to Bailey Bow Uggs. Yes, Bailey Bow Uggs. Those were Clary's favorite and in her opinion, the only Uggs worth buying. "What's Isabelle's favorite color?" she asked Jace.

"Black," he answered.

"But Bailey bows are cutest when they're colorful!" Clary protested. "What's her second favorite color?"

"I don't know, blue? You should get the bright blue ones, because I don't think the navy blue ones are 'colorful' enough."

Clary narrowed her eyes and playfully shoved him.

"I'm kidding! I genuinely think the bright blue ones are adorable, though. How much do they cost?"

She checked the price tag. "Uh, $119.99." She already knew what Jace was going to say before he even got a chance to react or open his mouth: That's expensive. "Yes, I know it's expensive, but it's already on sale and the price really doesn't matter; it's about giving."

Jace opened his mouth, then closed it. "Okay."

After they paid for the shoes and left Nordstrom, Jace seemed to be in a better mood. He came up with gift ideas for the others, such as a new video game and bass for Simon and a glittery scarf for Magnus.

Clary suggested that they take a break and go to Starbucks. She was tired from all the shopping, not to mention cold, and desperate to sit down and have a warm drink. Thankfully, Jace didn't mention anything about "not understanding why mundanes love Starbucks so much".

On their way, they passed Hollister. Jace stopped in his tracks and raised his eyebrows. "Damn," he said, eyeing a poster of one of the models. "They're hot, but not as hot as me. Maybe I should quit being a shadowhunter and become a Hollister model instead..."

Clary shoved him lightly. "Jace, oh my God." She acted exasperated on the outside, but she was smiling on the inside. Her boyfriend was adorable.

"What? I'm kidding!"

They had reached Starbucks by then, and the warm air made Clary feel instantly better. She ordered a chestnut praline latte, which Jace gave her a strange look for. She thought she heard him mumble something along the lines of "why are there so many types of coffee?"

He ordered a simple plain latte, and they sat down at a table. They were silent for a while, sipping coffee and listening to Christmas carols.

"You know," Clary mused after a while, breaking the silence, "my favorite part about gift-giving isn't the gifts itself — it's making the card. I self-design and draw all my Christmas cards, and then I write a personalized message reflecting on amazing memories with the person."

"That's really nice of you," Jace said. He didn't seem to really be paying attention though — he was staring into space and drumming his fingers on the table.

Nevertheless, Clary managed a smile and the two of them retreated into silence once again. The only sounds that could be heard were their sips of coffee, Jace drumming his fingers on the table, and "All I Want For Christmas Is You", her all-time favorite Christmas song.

I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree

The song seemed to stir something in Jace. He suddenly stood up and announced, "I need to do something. I'll be right back."

Clary watched him, confused, as he threw his unfinished latte away and practically ran out the door. "Um," she said after he had left. "That was interesting." Everyone was staring at her — after all, she was alone at a table because her boyfriend has just walked out and she was talking to herself. She got up, threw her own unfinished latte away, and exited the Starbucks as discreetly as possible.

She got out her phone and texted Jace:

Where are you?

Clary waited for a minute. No reply.

She decided to call him instead. It went straight to voicemail.

Sighing, she entered Michael's with the intent of finding a present for her mother. She might as well take her mind off Jace for a while. He would come back and find her soon, she was sure of it.

She had just payed for new paintbrushes and paint when her phone dinged with a text from Jace.

Meet me in front of the big Christmas tree in the square.

Clary smiled. Leave it to Jace to give her the vaguest directions possible, but thankfully, she knew where to go. It started snowing on her way there, and she laughed gleefully. She loved snow. It was so beautiful.

She power-walked to the Christmas tree, and found Jace wearing a Santa hat and hiding something behind his back. She caught a glance of a Hollister bag — featuring a shirtless male model — and laughed out loud.

"Clary!" Jace waved her over. Then, noticing that she was laughing, he followed her gaze to the Hollister bag behind his back. "Hey! That's for you, so no peeking. That's where I was, actually, buying gifts for you."

"Oh," Clary said, but it came out more like a question. She silently cursed herself for that.

Jace didn't seem to mind. He continued, "Hearing that song, "All I Want for Christmas is You" made me think of how lucky I was to have you. I hadn't gotten a present for you yet, so that's why I ran out so suddenly. Sorry."

Grinning, Clary pulled him into a bear hug. "It's okay!"

Jace smiled and kissed her forehead. "It felt really good. Buying you a present, I mean. It made me feel all warm inside, which was weird. I'd never felt that before."

Clary laughed. "That's called 'Christmas spirit', and I guess you finally have it."

"Yeah, I guess. You were right. Christmas is about giving; it's about so much more than just cookies and candy canes and bright lights. In addition to buying you something, I also bought a jacket for a homeless man on the street. He looked like the happiest person in the world and wouldn't stop thanking me. That felt really good, helping the less fortunate."

"Aw, Jace, I'm so proud of you. I just — I haven't gotten you anything yet, and you went to all that trouble to get me a present, wait no, to get me presents, and I thought you were ditching me or something so now I feel really bad, and —" Clary realized that she was rambling by this point and quickly closed her mouth.

"Shh, it's okay. I already have everything I want, because all I want for Christmas is you."

Clary blushed. So cliche, yet so sweet. Their faces were two inches from each other. They had moved during the conversation so that they were no longer near the Christmas tree and instead, they were near the entrance of Macy's. She looked up, seeing green leaves and red berries, and pointed out, "Oh, look, mistletoe. It's tradition to kiss under mistletoe, you know." She blushed even more as she said this.

Jace tilted her face up to his and their lips met in a long, lingering kiss. "All I Want for Christmas is You" started playing again in the background.

For a glorious moment, they could forget that they were Shadowhunters, forget about all the demons, forget about their battle scars. They were just two teenagers standing in a street with snow in their hair and not a care in the world.

After a while, Jace pulled away and said, "Merry Christmas, Clary."

"Merry Christmas, Jace."

[renissance]

Secret Santa Gift: Hannah ( marauaders )

“Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.”

Merry Christmas Hannah! I made you a small gifset of your favorite ship, hope you have an amazing holiday, lots of love from your extremely clumsy "secret" santa ♡

[laurenisodd]

About a month before Christmas Isabelle Lightwood was already running around in a mad panic. Why oh why did I agree to have Christmas at mine this year she was cursing herself. Simon had told her not to worry and that he would help which she couldn’t deny was sweet but she wouldn’t accept help from anyone until Clary forced her to stop. Clary had written a plan up to try to calm her down and although it was helping, there was no mention of presents in said plan and that made Izzy’s life a nightmare.

As it got closer to Christmas Izzy managed to get presents for everyone slowly but surely, she bought Magnus new underwear to wander around in and more glitter eyeshadows, he could never have enough. For her brothers she got new jumpers and shirts, Alec and Jace would be happy with that or she’d make them be happy. Clary had been the easiest to buy for (except for Magnus); new art supplies, there was no doubt she would love them. Now the only person left to buy for was Simon. But what do you buy your boyfriend who didn’t technically celebrate Christmas? 

It was Christmas Eve and Simon still didn’t have a present. Izzy was so stressed; she called Clary hoping for inspiration but no got answer. After giving up, she decided to just go out and hope something would catch her eye. New York at Christmas was the most beautiful place in the world or so Isabelle thought. She wondered around for three hours before giving in. Izzy was ready to cry, how could she have organised such a perfect Christmas (with help from Clary) and not have something for Simon, she loved him more than anything and had no way of showing it. Suddenly it hit her, she could show Simon exactly how much she loved him and as if on cue Clary rang her “Hi Izzy sorry was really busy trying to move presents from their hiding places so Jace doesn’t open them early, what’s up?” “Clary how quickly can you get to Central Park?” “In about 10 minutes why?” “Just meet me there; I’ll explain when you get here”

Izzy got in that night absolutely exhausted and Simon as always was sitting waiting for her. She fell onto the sofa and snuggled up to him. “Where have you been all day?” Simon didn’t look or sound concerned but Izzy knew he was. “Ahh I was on super secret Santa business and trying to stop Jace from causing Clary to snap” “Fair enough, had fun?” “Yeah although I nearly killed him” “Well there’s a surprise, are you excited for tomorrow?” “I am, but” “But what? Everyone is going to love what you’ve done and got them don’t worry and anyway lets go to bed it’s nearly midnight, you won’t get presents if you’re awake” This is was when she knew he loved her, he didn’t have to say I love you specifically but she knew he meant it all the same “Okay but you’ll have to carry me”

Clary had insisted on everyone being there before Jace could open presents which drove him insane but it made Izzy feel at ease, she hadn’t given Simon his present yet and she felt sick thinking about it, what if it he hated it? She pushed the thoughts from her mind and everyone swapped presents when Alec and Magnus finally showed up “Sorry Iz, Magnus insisted on trying on everything he owns and then he settled on what he originally decided” “It’s okay, wait here I have one last present to get” She ran into her room to get Simon’s present that Clary put in there when everyone was busy.

“Simon, this is for you” She handed the book over to him, “For me?” “Yes you giant dork for you, I hope you like it” He opened the book with shaking hands, and looked at the pictures on the pages, it wasn’t until the last page he realised what she had gotten him. “Izzy you didn’t” “Do you like it?” “I love it, and I love you” He grabbed her and kissed her. A wave of relief washed over her. “What is it then?!” Jace demanded, Clary explained “Yesterday Izzy and I went all around New York and took photos of the exact spots where anything significant happened to them. There’s the institute, the entrance to the Seelie Court, we even snuck into Magnus’ to take a photo” “I wanted to show him how much I love him and I do Simon, I love you with all my heart and soul and everything I am, and this is only thing I could think of because these places strike up feelings that I never want to forget and now we’ve immortalised them in this book for you” Simon smiled and held Izzy’s hand while everyone finished opening presents. Izzy knew that everything was perfect and nothing could ruin this Christmas, then the fire alarm went. 

[alecsbow]

He remembered watching Magnus’ face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat’s gaze and grace.

Merry Christmas Antonia! x

- Love, your shadowhunter secret santa (x)(x)