Lucid Dreams

Can we just take a moment to appreciate these two love birds. ♥

                                      ~ REVERSED ROLES ~

As soon as he hit the bar, it didn’t take him long to have someone’s attention. A girl behind the bar smiled and came straight towards him, her eyes flashing as she smiled graciously at him. Nervously Magnus tried to make himself seem like he belonged, he leaned his body a little bit on the bar as his eyes scanned everything behind her in search for something he would like, he thought in his head for something to say to her, he didn’t have the same tastes as his uncle Lorenzo so maybe what he drank wasn’t a good idea. But what was?

“What can I get you, darling?”

Oh the question seemed like a hard one to Magnus since he wasn’t often that he drank like this in fact the only time he had a drink was with his friends Catrina and Ragnor – and they always just gave him something to drink, they never really asked what he liked because he didn’t know what he liked but there had always been some hit and some misses. He wasn’t really familiar with the alcohol he could see, there was some scotch’s he could see that he recognised from his uncle Lorenzo’s stash but nothing that he would want to try again. He didn’t see anything that looked even remotely good.

He felt like he was panicking as he looked through everything before he finally flashed his young innocent eyes towards the bartender who was looking at him and expecting an answer. He felt his shoulders drop slightly and he leaned forward a little bit so he could speak to her a little bit closer after all the pounding music that could be heard was definitely a bigger distraction than he had originally thought.

“Could you give me something you would recommend. I’m not used to all of this yet. So whatever you think would be best”

Magnus finally admitted with a sheepish expression and the smile that crossed the bartender’s lips gave him a little bit of ease.

“Sure thing sweetie”

The female bartender smiled at him and nodded her head before she turned around and started to mix him a drink, he tried to pay attention to what she was using but she was moving far to quickly for him to keep up so instead he let his heel’s touch back on the ground and he just stayed near to the bar as he waited on his drink. After all this was his first time in any club and he really wasn’t sure what he was doing in any means. He was a young warlock and he had been protected by other warlocks and witches for most of his life. He was very rarely alone like he was right now. He was lucky like that but that also meant he was a little bit unsure of himself.

When the bartender brought him a drink back and smiled at him she slide him the drink in front of him, gave him a wink and turned around and left to deal with another customer. Magnus smiled his thanks and gave his drink a long inspection before he was able to take a drink of it. The drink was a purple colour and it looked almost magical, it definitely was something Magnus hadn’t been inspected but he shrugged his shoulders and took a sip out of the martini glass to taste it. He found out that he really enjoyed whatever the girl made him and the moment she came back he was going to ask her what it was and perhaps get her to make another one. But that would be a little while from now, after all he had a full drink and she looked a little bit busy.

Magnus was fine focusing on the drink he had and once he felt a little bit more comfortable he would explore around a little bit.

        With this being a new location and therefore attracting all sorts of people to investigate, Alec and Jace would still remain alert in case something went wrong; something from the shadow world. It would be very easy for a vampire to come in here and chow down on one of these humans, especially the intoxicated ones. Alec Lightwood could certainly get drunk and let loose without a worry at all, but he was still very cautious of his surroundings. He thanked his nephilim nature for being so in tuned with everything around him because some of the time that’s what landed him a pretty hot date and a good fling within the sheets. There were subtle things this nephilim could pick up on that no human could. Little details didn’t go completely unnoticed by him, unless he was being carefree about it and didn’t show much interest. But tonight he was showing interest. Alec had no where else to be tonight or even tomorrow; except for the institute at some point. Jace was the exact same way. Which is why the parabatai brothers ventured off together tonight.

         The raven haired male was pretty sure that once he made it to the bar and ordered himself another drink that he would probably forget about the men that he made eyes with or casually bumped in to. It was only a split second after all. But with certain people that split second was all they needed to have someone come up to them and show that genuine interest. When that happened, things flourished. That was something that had happened with Alec down the lines which is why he had been in a countless amount of relationships. Some of those relationships he probably wouldn’t have called that. They were flings and benefits. But he had been in a couple serious relationships nevertheless. Alec knew what it was like to fall in love and be attached to that person and be all mushy and romantic. But unfortunately those relationships had ended for a reason and therefore he went back to his casual flings.

        The best part about a relationship was not looking for one. And Alec was never looking for one. He took what came his way and decided if it was good enough to be something more so simply stick to the physical stuff. These days it was always physical. It was just easier for him while also being a shadow hunter. It wasn’t like he could ever settle down and have a normal life. Not when he could die at any given time depending on what he was facing. But really, he could face anything and still there would be the possibility of death. With the humans it just wasn’t possible. With downworlders there was potential only because there need not be any secrets. Humans didn’t know of the shadow world and honestly Alec didn’t want to explain it or anything. That’s why he never brought people back to the institute. He didn’t need that headache, especially if his sister Isabelle had something to say about his love life. She could be rather nosey.

        Tonight the Lightwood didn’t know what was in store for him, but he was pretty sure from all the eye candy he had passed by already that he was bound to not be in his own bed tonight. Where he would end up tonight was a mystery, but he knew he wouldn’t be alone.

        As the well dressed nephilim approached the bar, he pushed his empty glass to one of the two bartenders before leaning his elbow against the bar top and instructed he wanted a scotch on the rocks. The bartenders were definitely busy from what he could see and there was a bit of crowding around the area for people waiting on their drinks or just taking a general seat up front. While he waited for his drink, he turned around to see a man who actually seemed quite and therefore a little out of place as he sat by himself. From his profile view alone, Alec could see him being rather easy on the eyes with his tanned skin and neatly combed dark hair. He wasn’t sure of the ethnicity of the man, but he looked like he definitely came from Asia.

“Club not up to your standards? You don’t look like you’re having a good time.”

         The flirtatious nephilim jumped into a conversation as the corners of his lips turned up into a smile as he daring blue eyes bored into the man with only a barstool between them. Alec could easily get closer if he wanted to, but this was just harmless conversation as Alec approached someone who was clearly out of their element by the looks of it. But was he straight? Bisexual? Gay? A few minutes of conversation would let the raven haired man know. Although for now, he was just making small talk while waiting on his drink before he went back to surveying the room.

Six months without Clary Fairchild was something none of them believed they were able to do but they took their day by day. Jace seemed to be sad but at the same time he had made friends with Simon and the two of them seemed to be coping together in their own way. Jace had moved all his emotions on and was now making sure Simon was trained the same as what he had done with Clary. Simon had lost his best friend so it had seemed like Jace was becoming his new best friend. Which Alec didn’t really enjoy but he understood the hurt his parabatai was feeling some pain and he needed to deal with that pain as much as he could in any way he could. But Isabelle was a different story, she had fallen in love with Clary. They were more than just each other’s parabatai – they were each other’s love of their life.

They were best friends, lovers and they were each other’s person. There was no other possible thing that could work. Clary was a part of her and even with the parabatai mark gone – she felt like a part of herself was missing. She felt like an itch was gone, she still felt like the mark was there no matter how many times she looked at the space and could see it was gone. Which was why Isabelle pulled away from everyone, she hardly spent any time with her friends anymore.

 She couldn’t be reasoned with and she couldn’t spend any time be happy. She didn’t believe she was allowed to be happy if she wasn’t with her parabatai, even if she could see that Clary had such a good life because even if Clary couldn’t be with her, even if she couldn’t talk to her like she wanted too, then she still wanted to make sure she was living her life and happy. Which she seemed to be – and that somehow made Isabelle feel even more emotion than she would have liked.

Isabelle spent a lot of time sweating it out in the gym which was why she was currently fighting with a dummy toy, fighting hand to hand instead of using her whip and keeping her distance. Isabelle was running herself down and trying to make herself tired which was why it was a surprise when Simon came into speak to her.

“Isabelle?……..are you ok?”

It took a while for Isabelle to even finish what she was doing so she could turn around and respond to the newly trained shadowhunter.

“You know you’re brothers are worried about you. They’ve tried to talk to you multiple times but I’m sure you know that already”

“I don’t want to talk to them Simon. I don’t even want to talk to you about this”

Isabelle couldn’t even be clip with Simon because she knew that they were all just worried about her but at the same time she couldn’t get over Clary in six months and she couldn’t have this conversation with them. It seemed like they were asking her to forget about her parabatai which just didn’t seem right to Isabelle. Of course the black haired Lightwood knew that wasn’t exactly what they were asking her to do but it was hard to see past this never the less. She just couldn’t see past Clary Fairchild right now. Not after all they had been thought.

“You can’t keep sneaking out like you are. I miss her too but going against her wishes, going against the Angel’s could have some real backlash, Clary did this for a reason, we have to respect that”

Simon tried to reason with the Nephilim and of course Isabelle knew exactly where he was coming from in this sense. But sometimes when it came to Clary, sense wasn’t something she liked or wanted to live with. Which was why she shook her head and left the room without even looking at Simon because really he already knew where she had been sneaking off too, that was why he had come to speak to her about these things. Isabelle was breaking the rules by going to see the red headed girl but it was something she couldn’t give up.

So getting dressed in her finest clothes that covered all her marks as best as she could, she put on her invisibility rune but liked to be covered just incase someone spotted her that wasn’t supposed too and then she headed out. Since she knew that Clary had a shown on today she couldn’t help but swing by and keep her distance just to see how her parabatai was doing. Taking a deep breath she kept her wits about her but her eyes couldn’t help be drawn to where her parabatai was, she couldn’t help but look over and see what she was up to even as she tried to loose herself in the art work around her. There was no more art work more beautiful than the person herself, Clary Fairchild. She knew that seeing her would only hurt more but yet she couldn’t stop herself from feeling this pain all the same.

Originally posted by sharona1x2

        The conversations she had with people who stopped to talk to her about her art were rather eye opening and fun. She got to know people on a different level and get into their mindset. They opened her eyes and her imagination to new possibilities and art projects. They gave her ideas of what she could do next and different mediums she could use to further herself and her budding career. All Clary had wanted in life was to make a living off doing something she truly loved and she found her could do that. Even though she had to wait on tables five days out of the week, it was worth it to be in the position that she was now. Someone had seen her talent and invested their time in her in order to bring her here. Clary had always had a confidence in her art pieces which was an important thing to have in putting herself out there. Art was an expression of who she was. It was how she communicated to the world how she felt and her dreams and beliefs. It was how she saw the world in the colors that she did and could bring to life her visions to other people who were intrigued enough to know.

       There were some artists who kept themselves in a box did only use the one kind of media like paint and had a set visual on how they used that media that was recognizable as their work. Clary Fairchild was not one of those people. She enjoyed dabbling in different media’s to broaden her skills. There was not one single medium she used that she favoured over the other. The classic pencil and a piece of charcoal was almost her staple of things she carried. More so the charcoal. Clary couldn’t count how many pockets had a little stain of black on the inside due to her keeping a piece of black charcoal in there. She really should wrap it in something or maybe start carrying a little case so her clothes stopped staining. But that was the life of the artist, they were nothing if not a little messy. And the red haired girl could certainly be that. Her apartment wasn’t exactly prim and proper. There were definitely messy areas in her place but it was still home and where she felt comfortable.

“Are there any more pieces you’re working on dear?”

       The elder lady asked her as Clary beamed with a smile and a small nod.

“Yes actually, I’m working on two painting pieces right now. One’s completely abstract that came to me in a dream and the other is a sketch. Something along the lines of a fairytale verse.”

“Really? That sounds interesting. I would love to see them one day.”

“Well once I finish them I am hoping to bring them to another show. There’s one at the end of the month at Greenpoint that I’m hoping to attend.”

“Lovely. I will surely be there. It was nice to meet you Clary.”

“You too!”

          The conversation made Clary feel excited as the woman left to take a look at the next table of art pieces that left the red haired girl to mingle along with more people as time ticked by.

          Clary needed a small break from all the talking she found herself doing so she left for the refreshments table after a few hours and grabbed herself a juice before walking around again and observing what the other people had on display. However there was something that caught her eye today, or rather, someone. There was a woman with the darkest black of hair and bright red lips. Clary had seen her a few times around but she always kept her distance. She wasn’t sure if maybe she was an art scout and reporting to someone of what people to consider for future shows. Either way, she had been to nearly every place Clary could recall being at and felt this pull to go talk to her. So she turned back around to the refreshment table and grabbed another juice before approaching the dark haired girl and offering the glass with a smile.

“Hey there, you thirsty?”

It took a while for the two of these girls to get as close as they were to this day after all it was hard to get together like this when Jace had monopolized all her attention and then Alec seemed to hate her guts for the first reason. Isabelle was just always known as the one and only girl, she had to fight for her place and remember she was stronger than any of the boys when things came down to it and she had a power that they couldn’t even dream of but Clary had come in and seemed to easily be part of their group. A part of that had always bothered her to begin with, Isabelle had always had a way with men and had always been the female of her group and now both of her boys seemed to be focused on another girl – although it wasn’t like the could focus on her in the same way, since both of the boys were her brothers. It was hard to explain her feelings towards Clary at the beginning of all these events but somewhere along the run they had become more than just friends.

Clary was something more towards Isabelle than just a sister, more than just a friend and Isabelle couldn’t help but enjoy the company of another female for once, she loved the attention that Clary gave her. She loved having someone she could be her self around, she didn’t have to be tough, she didn’t have to be the best in her field. She just had to be Isabelle Lightwood. And that was something that Clary just seemed to have accepted. Which was part of the reason Isabelle liked Clary so much. It was also the reason that Jace seemed to be so fascinated with Clary so much as well, maybe it was because they were all siblings that they all found her interesting. But there was something different about Clary that seemed to attract all of the Lightwood children. Even if Alec liked to pretend he didn’t like Clary. He couldn’t deny how they fit so well into the group and the fact she had brought Magnus into his life. He couldn’t thank her enough for that.

“That is always an option, although I’m sure I can think of all imageable ways to make sure you don’t leave and I think I know a few people who would help me as well”

Isabelle couldn’t her but smile and nod in agreement with the banter that Clary brought with her because of course they both knew that Clary wasn’t going to leave and the Lightwoods would never let someone else take her away. There was also no chance that Isabelle was going to tie her up with her whip but it was nice to enjoy their time together and joke about all the small things like this. Clary was a one in the million person and Isabelle couldn’t imagine her life without her anymore, it was hard to think of what it used to be like. Isabelle had always had fun with different people and she had always kept herself busy but at the same time she had always kept her heart locked up tight after all no one would ever be good enough for her and no one could ever win her over because she had to look strong in front of everyone, her family included. But Clary had slightly changed that outlook in life, after all why should it matter who she spend her time with. Clary was someone who was breaking down all her walls.

Sometimes Isabelle didn’t know how to react around people especially when those people seemed to like one of her brothers, after all how was she supposed to compete with her brothers. Which was why they didn’t tend to compete after all normally Jace and Isabelle’s taste rather completely different. They never saw eye to eye and they never liked the same people. Which was why it was good for Isabelle to get out and enjoy her time with Clary and get some girl on girl time like they normally didn’t. After all Jace tended to monopolize all her time and that meant that they never got too talk to one another like they did when it was just two of them. As much as Jace was a good buffer but it could always backlash against them because of the parabatai bond between Jace and Alec – which was why Isabelle normally had to step in with them as it was. Isabelle was always the stronger sister and she was always kept the peace, she was always the balance between them all.

Originally posted by lightwoodsdaily

“It’s possible he could be out hunting for a while or busy doing something else”

Isabelle tried to reason with the shrug of her shoulders, after all it was likely in some cases but it wasn’t always the case. But there was a part of Isabelle that knew without any of them around  Jace would be looking for someone, he could be brooding in the library or playing his piano or playing around with his weapons. There was a few things that Isabelle knew her brother would be doing since they didn’t invite him out and some of the normal things he couldn’t do because he had been following around Clary like a lost puppy since he had found her. So, Isabelle did maybe feel a little bit bad for him but she wanted something else, she wanted some time with Clary without the blonde Angel hanging around like he normally did.

“I doubt that over dramatic shadowhunter is going to easily let you all away with leaving him out of this adventure”

Magnus couldn’t help but chime in with a smile as he looked towards his Nephilim boyfriend because although he knew this was all Isabelle’s fault and he knew that there was a problem right now he was sure whatever was happening was going to disturb his life, after all the shadowhunters always tended to be involved in his life now that he had started dating Alexander. Alec was the only reason he tolerated these half angel people, after all if it wasn’t for the blue eyed male he would have probably be making a lot more money from them as well since they all seemed to think these services he did came for free just because he was dating one of them. Which was in part true but that wasn’t supposed to be the case.

Magnus couldn’t help but swing his arm around the black haired males waist and pull him a little bit closer as he leaned back and finished his drink, after all it was cute to see Alec trying new things and enjoying drinks that usually he would be scared to be himself but yet the more time he seemed to be around Magnus, the more he seemed to be comfortable finding himself out. It was nice to see him be like this and Magnus couldn’t help but be proud of him at times like this.

Originally posted by smilefortheliving

        There were quite a few possible ways for Isabelle to keep Clary from ever leaving the institute. And if she was being forceful enough then the dark haired shadow hunter could certainly use her silver serpent whip to keep Clary down. Even though she teased the girl in good hearted nature, Clary knew that these new friends she had would do anything and say anything to keep her from leaving, because leaving this place, this life, would be a mistake on Clary’s part. She didn’t have to test it out to know the truth of the matter, she simply just knew in her heart and soul that this where she was meant to be and with these people who were her extended family.

“I’m sure you could. And if anyone could wrangle up an intervention to make me stay it would definitely be you.  Between you and Simon, that would probably be all the convincing I’d need.”

      She answered. Isabelle was her best girl friend. But Simon was her best guy friend and just her overall best friend in general. They had been friends since they were little kids and their relationship had not faltered and only grew stronger and stronger over the years as they grew up together. They weren’t neighbours, but they lived closed enough where they would always visit one another and always make time to hang out. After all, best friends could always make time for each other no matter what the occasion was.

        Considering Clary was a nephilim and Simon was a newly turned vampire, they didn’t exactly run in the same circle of hanging out like they used to when they were human. Of course they still saw each other and kept in touch, but it wasn’t quite like how it used to be. Needless to say the two of them were still close and Clary was very thankful for that. If anything she felt even closer to her best friend then before. There were new struggles and a new life the two of them had to get used to and find ways to overcome the obstacles, but that’s why they had friends like the Lightwood’s to help them out and adjust. The two of them would be at a loss without their help and without each other to lean on. At the end of the day the kind of normality the two of them felt is when they were with each other to remind them of the more simple times in their life. For being a nephilim and a vampire were very far from normal.

        This was the Fairchild’s new kind of normal though. Her skin had slowly been inked with runes to display her angelic self, she knew how to fight in battles with a seraph blade and monsters were certainly real. But there were moments like these, where she could hang out with friends and feel at ease and normal. For instance, Clary opted not to carry a weapon with her tonight. Not that she could anyway. Where on earth would she conceal anything in this tight fitting dress that belonged to Isabelle? At least with the raven haired shadow hunter, her whip was secured around her wrist in the form of a serpent bracelet. If anything, Clary just felt like a damsel in distress next to her friend. But damsel or not, she knew Isabelle would protect her just as Clary would do for her. It had always been in Clary’s nature to protect and look after those she cared for. And that included these new friends she had made like Jace and Isabelle.

        With Jace absent from their gathering tonight, Clary had to agree with Magnus that the blonde parabatai was certainly going to feel left out and not too pleased when he realized he had been left out on something. This scene was more so fitting for Jace then it was for Alec to be in this kind of environment.

“I have to agree with Magnus on that. There’s no way Jace is going to let us off the hook. This is totally his scene.”

        Clary agreed with the shake of her head and somewhat of a laugh at the thought of Jace scolding them all. It would be amusing to say the least and Clary did miss his company. Being around Jace made her feel alive, like when they got on that motorcycle together. But despite his absence, Clary was sure she would still have a good time. After all, it gave her time to get to know Isabelle and Alec more. She was always in the centre and had never really actually had proper girl time with Isabelle so that was going to be a nice change to have. And who knows, maybe Alec might come around to liking her and stop referring to her as “little girl”.

“He won’t. We’re all gonna be in for it. I agree this is his scene, way more then mine.”

       The elder Lightwood agreed before clearly his throat from the sting of the alcohol that went down. Liquid courage is what it was called. That and the fact that it was something his boyfriend had offered for him and Alec in his right mind could never deny his warlock anything. If anything, he was all for trying new things for the most part when it came to Magnus Bane. He knew the warlock was adventurous in more ways then one and that sometimes having that little push from him was all the nephilim would need to get into a more comfortable atmosphere.

        With his boyfriend placing his arm around his waist and thus pulling them that little bit closer together, the mere action of this would have sent Alec stiff, blushing and completely uncomfortable. It still made him feel a touch uncomfortable when they were out in public like this, but the fact that his sister and Clary were here made things a bit easier for the raven haired male. His body didn’t recoil or tense up, but instead eased back slightly into Magnus’s arm.

“And I’m definitely not having another one of those.”

        Alec instructed as he pushed away the now empty glass from his reach. With the olive soaking in the remaining few drops of the alcohol, there was something about it that did not make the Lightwood want to go back for more. He had never been a drinker. Alcohol just didn’t appeal to him. Yet being with Magnus had him testing all sorts of things he would have turned away from, like alcohol. Alec couldn’t remember having so many drinks in his life until he met this warlock. He still hadn’t quite found one he enjoyed, but the nephilim was sure there was no shortage of drinks for him to try especially with his boyfriend trying to get him to try something new anytime they went out or were having a drink in the warlocks apartment. So for now, he settled for beers. At least those he could somewhat keep down without making a sour face.

                                    ~ SAVE ME ~

“YOU HEARD THE MAN. TIME TO GO ISABELLE. NO USE FORCING THE CRAZY SHADOWHUNTER TO GO SOMEWHERE HE DOESN’T WANT TO GO”

Magnus knew he was just trying to assure the female lightwood that they would be back, that they weren’t going to abandon him even if right now they had to leave Jace. Without Alec here making the decision is was a hard thing to push, Isabelle didn’t want to let her brother down and end up getting blunt end of the stick so therefore Magnus had to deal that blow. He reach out and grabbed Isabelle Lightwood moving her with more ease than he should have through the portal.

“Magnus….”

She called out before she disappeared through the portal. Magnus gave one last look around him and at the blonde parabatai before he pushed himself through the portal and ending up on the otherside with the two Lightwood’s safe and sound. As soon as the portal stopped swirling around them, Magnus sank down to his knees, the power he had pushed out was far too much for his own good and he was going to have to rest more than a bit before it went any further. Magnus cat eyed flashed out and he closed his eyes and lower his head as his hand reached up to cradle his head. He was starting to expend more power than he usually did for reasons that he never did.

Magnus was more of a sucker for this Lightwood than he would have liked to be. He needed to stay as far from this family as he could, yet every time one stood up at the door he had to help them out. He wasn’t sure how or why but he should have been telling himself to say no more often to these Lightwoods. He needed to get out of their drama and stop his feelings towards the Elder Lightwood although that seemed near impossible considering his current circumstances. So that was why when as he looked up towards the Lightwood’s speaking about reopening the portal, his first thought was to try again which stopped him flat. He couldn’t do this again.

He was draining himself out, he couldn’t take this, he shouldn’t have been doing this too himself which was why he started shaking his head and touched his hands to his knee’s as he looked away from both of them. Magnus had done enough today, he needed to recharge himself, he needed some time away from these shadowhunters and their problems and he needed to breath.

“No”

Magnus didn’t feel to need to explain right away and well he was pretty worn out and would have preferred if the Lightwood’s would just leave his apartment and deal with their own problems by themselves but Magnus had already dealt with a lot of their problems and Magnus didn’t even have anything to get out of this. Alexander was a married man that he was pinning after, that needed to stop but every time he tried to keep away from the shadowhunter it was like they knew it and came barging through his door.

It took Magnus a moment but eventually he got himself too his feet and felt strong enough to move right now. He didn’t think he would be able to move very far and that was why he needed to get these Nephilim’s out as soon as possible. He hated throwing them out under the circumstances seemed upsetting but he needed to do it, he had burned through a lot of his magic and he couldn’t waste anymore in even keeping his eyes on their regularly setting.

“How about you two go back to the institute and work out another way to get your blonde haired friend to come back. I’m going to deal with some warlock business that doesn’t involve the shadowhunters. SO how about you shoo shoo”

Magnus decided to drop the niceties because clearly Alexander wasn’t going to listen to reason anymore, Magnus had dealt with this version of the Lightwood before he had gotten married and well Magnus needed a break. The cat eyed male needed to breath and well he needed a bubble bath and a drink which wasn’t going to happen with these Lightwood’s hear. He bet Isabelle could understand even though they lost their brother but he doubted Alec would understand, the blue eyed male seemed to be stressed out so sending him on his way.

Originally posted by malec-babies

“What do you mean no?!”

     Alec demanded, as if Magnus saying no to him was something unheard of. From what the raven haired nephilim had been able to recall, this warlock seemed to do whatever they requested. Or rather a specific group of shadow hunters. But because of that, Alec couldn’t help but take advantage of Magnus in this particular situation. Usually he was one to repay any debt, but this was something different. This was his parabatai at stake and there was nothing that Alec wouldn’t do when it came to Jace. He was in danger right now. He was being brain washed somehow by Valentine. Alec didn’t know the ins and outs of how that was possible, but the person he had just encountered was not his brother - not his parabatai. Something had felt off about their bond for weeks and now the Lightwood could see why that was. That person may have looked like Jace, but it wasn’t Jace. And Alec vowed to get his parabatai back no matter the cost.

    Even though the nephilim could see the warlock at a bit of a magical loss by the way he was crouched on the ground after coming through the portal, Alec had to push past whatever guilt he may feel for making Magnus use too much of his magic and think of his parabatai. Jace may not have a lot of time. The longer he was in Valentine’s clutches the worse things would become; the worse Alec would feel without his parabatai at his side and knowing he was well. Because right now Alec couldn’t feel anything and it was driving him crazy. He had been stressed out before in life but never to this magnitude. Jace was apart of him. Only a parabatai could understand this feeling which is why he was willing to push against his sister and their friend Magnus Bane to get what he needed.

     Yet Magnus was shooing both Lightwoods out his apartment in order to deal with whatever warlock business he claimed to need to do. Alec knew that was a lie. He was trying to get them out because he didn’t want to deal with them and their craziness in getting Jace back. Because Magnus knew Alec would keep pushing and pushing in order to bring home his parabatai.

“Fine. If you won’t help us then I’ll find another warlock who will. Clearly you aren’t as powerful as you give yourself credit for.”

“Alec! Stop it.”

     At this point the Lightwood male didn’t care what he said. He didn’t care if he hurt Magnus’s feelings or whatever the case may be. Even with Isabelle scolding him and tugging on his arm, the blue eyed Lightwood merely shook her head and drew his seraph blade back into it’s holster. He didn’t want to be hurtful to Magnus, but he couldn’t help it. This feeling of not being connected to Jace and seeing what happened to him was making the Lightwood feel more driven then before with any kind of logic of reasoning going right out the window. He looked away from the warlock and to his sister.

“I’m finding another warlock right now. You can either come or go back to the institute.”

     He instructed his little sister sternly. Apart of him blamed her for coming back without their brother. They weren’t suppose to come back empty handed. They were suppose to come back with Jace. And even if they came back with this brainwashed version, they could surely find a way to get him back to who he used to be. But staying here in Magnus’s apartment where he was denying to do anything else for them was not going to get them anywhere. Not when Alec now had a vague idea of where his brother was. He could find a warlock and have them portal them to Jace.

      Magnus may have done all this and countless other things for free for them, but at this point Alec didn’t care what the price was in order to bring back his family. He’d pay whatever it was just to get a portal conjured up, whether it was from Magnus or not.

      Isabelle looked hesitant on the choice being given to her, but she would follow her brothers anywhere.

                                  WHAT IF..? 

“Just because I’m not immortal right now and I don’t have my powers doesn’t mean I will give up my life or who I was. That was a big problem in our relationship …for you…and it doesn’t change anything now that I’m like this for now”

Magnus knew better than anyone else that this was only a temporary thing because he was nothing without his magic, the past little while without it had seemed like he couldn’t connect to anything around him, it made him off balance and that meant Magnus wouldn’t accept anything else until he was back to his usual self and unfortunately being around Alexander didn’t change these facts. As much as Alexander might have seen him as mortal now, Magnus didn’t see any changes in his circumstances and he didn’t need Alexander making it seem like there was. Yes, Magnus had done this for the Lightwood and he would have done it no matter their circumstances because nothing changes the fact that he loves the blue eyed shadowhunter.

He would always love the shadowhunter, until life ended, he couldn’t even think about another person and like he had told Alexander before – he doubted there would be anyone else for him for a long while. After all before Alexander he had shut down his heart and soul for everyone else, it had taken the blue eyed shadowhunter to even make a dent in his shell.

The Lightwood may have been a strict shadowhunter, with a closet gay attitude but with the warlock by his side he had slowly started to open up but as they had learned out, this was Alexanders first relationship and he was insecure about everything – more so about his immortality, he could never get over the fact that Magnus had all the time in the world to be alive. It didn’t even seem to phase him how the warlock might feel about being dumped like this. But Magnus had enough experience and had dealt enough with relationships to understand that Alexander needed to grow up still and he needed to get used to his life. After all he had only come out the closest recently and Magnus had been out the closet for the longest time. He had never had the same worries. He understood you had to accept someone fully in order to be in a good relationship and that was why his relationships never lasted any length of time because no one took him seriously, they believed Magnus was there for a good time but not a long time.

“I would not have got distracted so easily out side of this place. I wasn’t even focusing properly because I was fighting Isabelle in the Institute….of course I wasn’t taking it seriously. She was just worried and I wanted to set her mind at ease. I didn’t expect you and you’re parabatai to come through the door at the same time she decided to sweep me”

Magnus tried to explain as best as he could. Why would he have ever taken Isabelle seriously in this matter, of course he wasn’t going to fight with her, he didn’t want to hurt her and yes he knew that sounded stupid but at the same time Magnus had been alive a lot longer than anyone seemed to believe, it was possible he had learned something on his time growing up in different places. Yet none of these shadowhunters seemed to think he looked after himself. He had been alive for this long and although he was immortal normally it wasn’t like he couldn’t be killed. Magnus knew how to look after himself.

That was of course, what Magnus had planned although by no means did he plan to get the shadowhunter’s involved in this nonsense. After all the only reason he was here at the Institute was to make Isabelle feel better and get her off of his back, if it hadn’t been for that Lightwood then he wouldn’t be having this conversation with the elder blue eyed shadowhunter. Which was very unfortunate because he had been hoping to keep them all out of the loop, the only reason the other people knew was because they had gotten involved which was typical of the shadowhunters of this institute.

“You don’t have to do that Alexander, I’m working on my own ways to get my magic back”

Magnus answered honestly because really he was unsure about getting these shadowhunters involved because he knew it wasn’t just Alexander Lightwood that would get involved, he knew it was the full New York Institute that would want to play a part. Isabelle, Jace, Clary and Simon would find there way into this mess and he didn’t have his powers to play clean up this time. He didn’t have the powers or the time to look after this years shadowhunter bunch.

Originally posted by misterfahrenheitt

         To the nephilim, Magnus not having his magic did change things. It did change the way he lived. He would always be the same person to Alec, with or without magic. For it wasn’t the theatrics and adventures he portaled them to that caused the Lightwood to catch feelings for this man, it was Magnus as a person; not what he was. Of course being a downworlder complicated things for a few reasons as it was, but for a long while the nephilim had looked past that. The things Magnus made Alec feel as a person out weighed the cons to this relationship. But clearly it wasn’t something that lasted forever - not that it would have, considering where they were at now. Alec found it easier to end things now and stop fooling himself into thinking he could actually have a future with the warlock before he got in too deep. Although at times it felt like he had gotten in too deep as it was with the way he felt. After all, it wasn’t like the two of them could get married.

       Marriage in the shadow hunter world was strictly between nephilim. There was a reason mixing it up with other species was not a good idea. As it stood to reason, Magnus Bane being tied down to only one person for his immortal life was an arguable thought as to whether something like that was even possible. Yes he had lived well beyond any lifetime a person could have that maybe at the back of his mind finding one person and settling down with them for good; whether they were immortal or not was something he was looking for now. But Alec couldn’t be sure about that. He didn’t want to tie Magnus down and later down the lines have him regret the decision because he couldn’t be as carefree as he used to be. Needless to say everyone, including Alec, had heard many stories about Magnus Bane and the life he lived - especially with people who he either chose to get in a relationship with or just some one night stand. Yet Alec also knew Magnus to be a bit of an old soul when he got to know him. He remembered laying in the warlock’s silky gold sheets and having him confess he had kept himself closed off for a very long time and not wanting to open his heart and soul back up to another person. Yet he did for Alec Lightwood.

         There was something undeniable between this nephilim and warlock that it was extremely difficult to put it behind him in the past and move on from what he knew could have been a happy life, but not a life that would last because of what species the two of them were.

“I’m not saying for you to give up who you are, because that’s the person I fell in love with. I’m saying because you don’t have your magic anymore there is no reason for you to live the life you once did knowing that you’re not immortal anymore and therefore you’d be targeted and in danger if others found out you’re mortal now.”

       The raven haired male lectured the one before him. Magnus might very well be in denial about the situation, but Alec was more realistic about matters. Which is why he was the one to end their relationship since he saw past the dream of it and saw the reality of what it actually was.

“And that’s just it. You’re NOT taking it seriously. When we shadowhutners train we take it seriously. I don’t’ go easy on Isabelle just because she’s my sister and neither do Jace and Clary. We give it our all to push each other to be better and feel reassured that when we do enter a battle that there’s a better chance we will come out on top. And from what I saw, I’m not reassured that you’re going to survive out there.”

        Alec informed him point blank. Whether or not he went easy on Isabelle because she was a friend or was a girl was unacceptable. Those were not good excuses for Magnus to allow someone to get the best of him. And if the Lightwood had to step him and fight the warlock just to see where his skill level was then he absolutely would; or ask Jace too. The blonde parabatai was probably the best fighter out of the three siblings. Alec and Izzy were good, especially at long distance, but Jace definitely had more of an edge to his fighting skills then they did when it came to hand to hand combat.

         Even though Alec didn’t need to offer his help, he wanted to. He felt like this was partially his fault as to why  Magnus gave up his magic and now he was going to do what he could to help the man get what he lost back… somehow.

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to.”

And then it was over.

Magnus knew better than anyone that Alexander was merely picking at his words, after all they didn’t want anything to change and having Magnus as High warlock just gave him another chance to find Magnus and talk to him. Which was why, the queen had suggested he take a break and remove his self from the situation just like breaking up with Alex had done. So now he was sticking it out for better or for worse since he couldn’t just suddenly change his mind now and decide to tell Alexander everything. It wouldn’t work, he knew it couldn’t, the faerie would turn back on their words and Magnus knew the shadowhunters needed them on their side otherwise they would be stuck and they would probably fail at defeating Valentine. Which was not what anyone needed now.

“He will not run anything like me and maybe that is for the best. He will protect the warlock’s as they have requested. He was chosen to do this and he won’t probably be as friendly with the shadowhunters but perhaps that is for the best”

There was many reasons that the cat eyed warlock didn’t like Lorenzo but he didn’t want to bring his personal matters into this business relationship that Alexander was going to have to build with the new high warlock. It would have been very different if they were still dating but since that wasn’t on the agenda right now, Magnus needed to make sure that the blue eyed Nephilim was going to give the other man a chance to talk, no matter how arrogant and egotistical he was. After all Magnus knew better than anyone what Lorenzo could be like.

But now wasn’t the time to be babying the young shadowhunter, in fact it was rather the opposite, Alec needed to find his own way of working and he needed to push the fact that they weren’t dating anymore so therefore they needed to find another way or working. Which sometimes meant doing things he would rather not do, including working with someone else that neither of them liked.

The cat eyed warlock had obviously been avoiding his ex boyfriend because he knew that as soon as he saw the raven haired male again then he would just want to explain everything to him, he would want to tell him the truth and then sort through things together. So this was the reason why he had stayed away until he had felt strong enough to be his own person and be able to turn down the Lightwood on his attempts. He didn’t even feel strong enough to do this now, but he felt stronger and if the Nephilim felt a little bit at ease knowing he could phone the Bane warlock whenever he wanted then of course that was going to be the case right now because Magnus needed to help ease them into this life without him as a high warlock. Whatever the case may be, Magnus was on their side even if right now he seemed to want to be the opposite.

“This has got nothing to do with how I feel Alexander, but it’s what is right for you in this moment in time. Your laws are important to you and the shadowhunters. It shouldn’t mean breaking them to be with me. I understand that now. I was asking for far too much from you which is why I’m not asking for that anymore. I’m just asking for you to be yourself….without me beside you”

It hurt the Bane warlock a lot to be able to say this and if he could have avoided this conversation then by all means he would have but he knew he needed to say these words and hope that eventually when everything came to light then the Blue eyed male would be able to forgive him. He knew he was going to get hell with this eventually but he was prepared to take that if it meant saving the younger shadowhunter, he would do anything if it meant saving them, even if it meant keeping away from him himself. He already felt like he had been around the shadowhunter too much right now, and he knew the faerie’s would have their spies everywhere watching him and reporting back. Well she couldn’t have expected the Lightwood to take this lying down lightly either.

Which was why he loved him so much, and it was impossible for Magnus to lie and say he didn’t love him which the Elder Lightwood knew and that was why he was getting him to say this out loud because there was no way he could admit too not loving him. That was too much. But Magnus could talk around a lot of things and he could still make the Lightwood believe he had left him for good reasons.

Originally posted by smilefortheliving

         This person in front of him may have looked like Magnus Bane but it certainly wasn’t the man before him saying all these this of nonsense. One couldn’t go from disliking someone immensely to suddenly cheering them on, especially when said person was taking over a position that Magnus had worked exceptionally hard to get to. Giving over his title and his job just didn’t seem real. It seemed like some sort of hoax or a very terrible practical joke. And Alec was pretty sure Magnus knew what a proper joke was after living for centuries. This was all simply ludicrous. It didn’t even seem to matter for whatever reason that even when Alec knew he was making sense, Magnus seemed determined to bring the Lightwood down and make him believe in something else which wasn’t the truth. He was trying to get the nephilim to believe some sort of lie for whatever reason. And it wasn’t something Alec was just going to let go and have Magnus tell him otherwise when he knew better.

          Alec had met Lorenzo in person and could attest to the dislike that Magnus had for the other man. Even Katerina Loss shared the same views. The new high warlock just didn’t seem to fit the roll. Magnus was right that Lorenzo would rule differently. After all, everyone was different in general and therefore would have different views on how to rule over their species. Yet the Lightwood was having a little difficulty believing that Lorenzo would put his people first. He might in certain aspects, but Alec didn’t believe he would whole heartedly give his all and put his species first and above himself - not in the way Magnus Bane did.

         The clairvoyant warlock ruled over his species in a way that was not just literally magical. There was something in the charismatic personality of Magnus that drew people to him. When the other warlocks voted for him to be the high warlock of Brooklyn, Alec knew without a doubt it was because they actually believed Magnus was the right one for the job. He was powerful on top of that and he would get things done the right way without any kind of trickery. He would do his absolute best and go that extra mile for people because that was just the kind of man the Bane warlock was. But Lorenzo? If Alec had to guess, Lorenzo was voted in because the warlocks for some reason just couldn’t seem to conclude to anyone else wanting the title and job that came with it. Lorenzo was egotistical and this was just inflating his ever large ego. There was something off about him since the moment Alec first met him. The vibe he got was not a good one. And he was determined to put Magnus down and rise above because he actually believed he was better then the glittery eyed male. Maybe Alec was biased to take the side of his ex boyfriend then the new warlock in charge, but he didn’t believe he was. Not after having met Lorenzo. And not after knowing that the friends of his ex boyfriend didn’t particularly like Lorenzo.

“And who are you trying to convince by saying all this - me or you, Magnus? I don’t care if he’s friendly with us or not, there are other warlocks we can choose aside from him. Besides, what’s to stop us from requesting your services? You still need to make a living don’t you?”

        Alec said, trying to pin Magnus in a corner from not dodging any questions and giving him stupid answers that not even Simon would believe. And that was saying something. Alec didn’t particularly like Clary’s friend Simon, he was annoying and in the way. But at least he was somewhat logical.

       Now Alec Lightwood was a pretty smart individual. He was tactical and logical. But the things he was being told by Magnus just weren’t making any sense to him. The reality of it was, the blue eyed nephilim wasn’t sure how to go back to living the way he was used to without Magnus at his side. He was sure if he tried really hard he could find a way to do so, but he didn’t want to. And he shouldn’t have to. This break up just didn’t make any sense to him. Magnus was so damn persistent and Alec made sacrifices for this relationship that to have it just crumbling down wasn’t something he was going to take laying down when he couldn’t wrap his head around it all.

“You’re asking too much of me right now Magnus. I can’t just ignore everything we went through and be expected to move on from you as if it’s that easy. I broke any rule I possibly could when I walked away from Lydia and that marriage for you and I would do it all again. I can balance the law and this relationship just fine. I wouldn’t have even been able to make the round table of downworlders without you and now you’re just leaving me, your seat at the table, your status and everything we built together for what exactly?”

          The blue eyed nephilim continued to be persistent. And he was even more persistent when Magnus didn’t answer his questions about loving him. There was dead silence. Now Alec knew Magnus well enough to know a number of his little traits and one of them was being silent when he couldn’t speak the truth. Or rather, he could but forced himself not to. He could lie and tell Alec otherwise and try to talk around things since he seemed to have a knack for that, especially in getting information and deflecting off himself. But he couldn’t do that with Alec Lightwood of all people. The man could see right through the warlock. And because Magnus wasn’t answering, the nerves in his stomach began to unwind a little as he found his breath.

“..well? Why aren’t you answering me?”

There was little worse than this

Magnus wasn’t exactly sure what was happening or how to react to these shadowhunters mostly because he knew something was off. After all he couldn’t really remember the last few months of his life, there were flashes of things but nothing that included anything with these shadowhunters. He could remember Clary which was why he was focusing on that right now. After all as long as he could focus on the reason he was here then perhaps he could get out of this faster and back to his life. He really did need to talk to Catarina and Ragnor and see what was happening. After all they were his best friends and they had to know what was happening. Doreatha seemed to be just as confused as he was and well the notes told him to stay as clear from her as he could, to not listen to her tricks and well there was a few others he had found once he had agreed to this job.

So it was clear that he was relearning what he could do. After all Magnus was used to avoiding the shadowhunters whenever he could. He always seemed to get dragged into their life – he could remember his time with Will and Jem like it was yesterday and then he remembered with their kids – Matthew, James, Lucy and Cordelia. He was always dragged back into the shadowhunter’s world for no reason. But for some reason this time felt different. It felt like he was more involved – after all he couldn’t find any payment history for the work he did for these shadowhunters, yet they knew him well enough that he had to have been doing work for them.

“The Institute will never fully be equipped for these type of things, which is why you all keep coming to ask Warlock’s for help. So it looks like we’re going to my place, Biscuit I think I have just the things for you to draw with”

The cat eyed warlock didn’t think it was a good idea to get these people back to his place but he didn’t seem to have a better option and he couldn’t just turn up in other places to draw things up. He couldn’t use one of his nightclubs mostly because he didn’t have everything he needed there and he couldn’t just pop away and ask them to meet him at his club. He doubted he could have it all set up and changed by the time it was supposed to be open. It was too much effort and he wasn’t really sure about these Nephilim and what they had planned as it was. So it was safer just taking them to his apartment after all if he could always move his apartment afterwards.

He couldn’t help the old nickname he pulled up for Clary after all she was the only child he had ever seen grow up – which gave her a special place in his heart and that was the reason he was here helping them because Clary needed his help. He knew that he had slowly taken her memories away because her mother had asked him too although he had missed the part where she had suddenly joined the shadowhunter community. He had apparently missed a lot but that didn’t mean he didn’t know where her memories were. After all he had been the one to feed them to a demon for safe keeping just in case Valentine had come looking for them. He figured it was safer with the demon just In case anyone wanted to torture him.

“The quicker we do this, the quicker all of this can be done with and I can get back to what I do best…..not working with the shadowhunters is unfortunately at the top of that list”

The warlock nodded his agreement as he started the process of conjuring up a portal in order to put everyone needed through to his apartment although he didn’t understand why he needed to bring all of the shadowhunters with him, sure they were a good looking bunch. The blue eyed Lightwoods were prettier than anyone else in the room but he knew he couldn’t get anything out of them so he was avoiding flirting with them because he was unsure of how would they react towards it. But as soon as the blue started appearing from fingertips which followed around created a portal to his home. It was better now than later on.

“Come on shadowhunters, let’s get through and get this over with”

Originally posted by misterfahrenheitt

         There was no denying the warlocks words from that statement. This New York Institute certainly was not equip with potion making ingredients, mainly because that wasn’t the area of expertise for a shadowhunter. If fighting gear is what people were looking for then look no further then any shadowhunter institute would come fully stocked with all sorts of weapons and training facilities. There was no battle these nephilim would not be prepared for seeing as how they had all the tools they needed to train in combat and protect not only themselves, but the human population from vampires, werewolves and demons when it came down to it. Every institute around the world was virtually equip with the same things. Although some places had larger training areas or even more weapon variety. But these were just small things. At least every place had an infirmary which was an essential. Aside from their iratze rune of healing, sometimes proper medical attention was still needed aside from one of the runes inked upon their body. But even so, their medical supplies were basic. There was nothing out of the ordinary stocked in their cabinets like frog eyes or some rare herb that was found in the middle of nowhere on some remote island. The nephilim didn’t go to that extent of healing themselves. They either walked it off or they died. It was either or. That’s why when it came to higher end healing, that’s what warlocks were for. The children of the angel Raziel were born as fighters and protectors, not the children that came from downworlders where they tended to be less then good.

         Being the high warlock while also being in his apartment - a countless number of times, Alec knew very well how stocked up Magnus was on all things for potions. He had a separate room for all his work stuff but sometimes it drifted through his apartment a bit when there was an overflow or he was buried deep in some job he was asked to do. But of course Alec couldn’t say he knew all this either. If Magnus declined and claimed he didn’t have the ingredients required, the Lightwood couldn’t just up and say he was lying and he knew Magnus had everything he needed. That would be suspicious and throw a little wrench in their plan - one that was already having its little hiccups along the way. So the raven haired Lightwood had to stand still and bite back his tongue from revealing too much of what he already knew. Instead he needed to be someone who was more in charge and up tight so to speak. After all, that was pretty much the man the warlock had first known him to be.

“We have our runes to get us by. We only call on the warlocks when we’re in desperate need.”

          Alec responded. Although there was a little lie on that statement of his towards the end. When Alec and Magnus had dated, sometimes it wasn’t even in desperate need as it was convenience. Or Magnus was there at the right place the right time. It used to be where if Alec needed anything, no matter how small; even if it was something he was capable of handling himself, Magnus Bane was at the ready to swoop in and help him in any way. He did the same for Clary too when she needed help. But that was probably because he had watched Clary Fairchild grow up.

        Everyone seemed to form a semi circle around the warlock at this point when he declared getting this over and done with so he could be rid of the shadow hunters; which apparently was at the top of his list. If only the glittery cat eyed male knew better then what he was saying. He would know how false his own statement was considering he invited a certain blue eyed Lightwood into his bed countless times and showed up at the institute on a regular basis.

“Well, let’s get going then so we can get out of your hare as soon as possible.”

        Alec said, coming closer to the forming group once Magnus conjured up a portal. The first to enter were Clary and Jace, followed by Isabelle and Alec; who couldn’t help but take a pause and let his eyes drift over his ex boyfriend’s face. It was for a quick moment and then he stepped through the portal and into the apartment he had just come from yesterday.

         Everyone spaced themselves out for the most part, although were closely next to someone as they awaited for Magnus to take the lead of this. However, they all knew how this went over in the beginning the first time, but some things were going to be different now. Yet the objective was still the same - get Magnus’s memories back!

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a little late night snack after the angst. BECAUSE WHY NOT.

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The warlock had been dealing with his life and all of the other people that were disrupting it, because apparently it was easier to pull his life apart than it was to even speak to the shadowhunter. Apparently Magnus had come across as warm and fluffy where as Alec had come across as the grump version in their relationship so they believe it was going to be the warlock who would fix their relationship because time and time again that had been what he always did. The shadowhunter had gotten too used to the warlock always stepping in and taking the heat whenever something happened that the warlock even wondered if he noticed it sometimes. It sure as hell didn’t seem like it anymore and it sure as hell acted as if he expected the warlock to continue to do so. Well he was going to get himself into a big surprise because the warlock was done with it. He had done his fair share of fixing and he had been the shoulder to cry on one too many times without having the same thing done in response, after all the warlock had to live with the fact that he didn’t get the same in return. So for once he didn’t stand up and be the guy that fixed everything, for once he wanted to be the one that someone tried to fix which was why no matter what happened between the two of them, Magnus wasn’t going to be the one that fixed it. He wasn’t going to be the one that sorted any of the problems. He was going to sit back and let this one run out, although he was definitely upset and angry about the fully situation.

“Because of course that would be great for business to just have some spells on my apartment that stopped vampires and warlocks for entering. You really have not thought anything through have you”

Magnus couldn’t help but reply in a sarcastic manner because of course he had already wanted to put some spells on his apartments and of course he would have loved to keep all the Nephilim out of his home but that wasn’t exactly his first thought. He had wanted to be with the shadowhunter and just like everyone else in his relationship he had been left in the dark. He had been the one to be heart broken because of someone else.

This was how it always seemed to end up for the warlock and he was tired of it, he wanted to be alone from now on and he believed he had had enough of all this nonsense with people. Magnus couldn’t think about anyone else now or in the future, he would problem retire himself to where Tessa was and see if it helped as much as she said it did. But right now he couldn’t do that because as much as he hated the shadowhunter right now, he also still loved him – and didn’t want to see anything happen to him which was why he couldn’t just disappear while he was still alive and needing help. That would defeat the purpose but it also meant getting caught in situations like this which he would have rather avoided since the more time he seemed to spend with the hurt raven haired male the more time he seemed to want to leave completely and be with no one in his life.

“That’s not quiet how life works for us immortals and that’s something you don’t understand. Why do you think my friend Tessa or any of the other warlock’s end up working in the Labyrinth? There is a point in every warlock’s life when eventually they give up and they’ve had enough of falling in love”

Magnus had had enough of letting the shadowhunter tell him how he would live his life and how he would fall in love with someone else. Magnus had wanted to scream and shout and throw a tantrum because well he was fed up of the Lightwood using his immortality against him, if this was the way he was going to be then it was obvious that they would never be able to be together because why would this warlock even want to be in a relationship with someone like this.

The cat eyed warlock was at his wits end with the Lightwood and whatever insecurities he had, even if he apologised and wanted to get back together, Magnus wasn’t sure he could so easily go back to how they used to be. They had said so much to each other and Alexander had seemed to be adamant that Magnus was going to live his life in a certain way even if Magnus said he didn’t want to do that. It was like the blue eyed male wasn’t even listening to him or what he had to say and that, frankly, made him not want to be in a relationship with someone like that. Magnus needed someone who would actually pay attention to him and give him the love he had craved so much in his life. Alec seemed to be doing the exact opposite of what he needed him to do and that was pushing the warlock further and further away without any look before coming back.

He wasn’t sure how much the shadowhunter was aware of this but he had to have some idea about what was happening since the warlock felt horrible and he was sure he looked nearly as bad since that wasn’t his usual look. Magnus was down on the ground, with his legs stretched out and collapsed to the side, he couldn’t even look at the Nephilim because he was so upset and disappointed with him by this point.

“You have decided in you’re head what will happen when you’re gone. What’s to say you won’t be the last person I love. What’s to say that we couldn’t have a long and happy life together. The only person that is standing in that way is you, Alexander”

Magnus was fed up with the shadowhunter deciding his future for him. After all they could have had a good life together considering what Magnus had dealt with him so far, they had quiet easily fallen in to a nice little routine. They had enjoyed their short time together and felt comfortable just spending time together and Magnus hadn’t even minded when he had to help out the misfit family of his whenever they had gotten themselves into trouble. But that had all ended far too soon because the Lightwood’s head had gotten the better of him. He had seen the memory box Magnus had collected of his life and he couldn’t get passed the fact that not only was he not in there but he might be in there one day. He couldn’t believe his immortal life was coming back to bite him in the ass the way it was.

But that wasn’t something he could change. Which was why he had to let the Blue eyed Nephilim understand that, he couldn’t change that small thing about himself, it was a part of him and that was why they weren’t together anymore. Alexander had to get over his own insecurities and move on if that was what he wanted to do. But blaming everyone else for his own problems was something he was going to have to get over. Just because he was nervous and it was his first time didn’t mean he could just blame Magnus for their full relationship. That wasn’t what relationships were about, and the sooner the Lightwood would understand what they were going to be like in the future. It was hard for Magnus to explain all the problems and what had gone wrong because to him it felt like they were a perfect match. It felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest.

So Magnus felt like he had a right to be in his own mood for once, he felt like he had the right to voice his own opinion on the matter.

“You can’t just lock yourself away. I did it for so many years and every time I get into a relationship I think it will be different. I believe people will not just see me as a short time thing. No one ever wants me to spend any length of time with me”

The warlock was depressed about this fact and it was why he hadn’t been in a relationship for a long while. Not since the vampire, after all he believed that maybe he was supposed to be alone in life, maybe falling in and out of life wasn’t for him anymore, perhaps he was just supposed to be a magical warlock who dedicated his time to working. After all he hadn’t seen his friends in as many relationships as him. Tessa only had eyes for two men and he doubt she would date anyone apart from those two men. Catarina tended to spend all her time dedicated to nursing and looking after people and well Ragnor was just a grumpy green men with small versions of his own love stories. But no one quiet did romance and love like the cat eyed warlock did.

He had normally always believed that there would be something else. Someone would love him the way he was supposed to be loved, yet here he was again, alone and rejected because of who he was born to be. He didn’t even get to choose the parts of himself that people seemed to hate. He was born with immortality, he was born with these eyes, he was born a warlock and none of that was his choice but still he suffered the consequences of it.

Magnus knew that it was difficult for Alec and he knew that it was new to all of him that was why he had wanted to take it slow and he had tried not to fallen in love with him as fast as he did. But that didn’t work out in the warlock’s favour either. Magnus hadn’t expected to have so many firsts with the younger shadowhunter either, after all Magus was an immortal and that meant it was hard to be his first when he had lived so long. It was completely new for him to be dealing with so many first but Alexander was his first shadowhunter and he couldn’t help but help him whenever he could. Which was why he ended up locked in a box with him right now.

But Magnus didn’t really know what Alec wanted him to say or which of the questions he wanted him to answer since he seemed to be spouting off questions in random bursts. He was worried about the Lightwood and everything he was saying and doing, but at the same time Magnus had to take care of himself because he knew he was going to be living like this for years to come. The shadowhunters could distract themselves in life with all the work they did and all the hunting they were doing and the same could be said for Magnus. He could distract himself with work but that was hard when everything in work reminded him of the shadowhunter that made things difficult. After all his work had pushed him to Alec and the shadowhunters seemed to be most of his work lately.

“It’s not like we get a choice of who we fall for Alec. You were a first of mine for many things as well. I didn’t think Immortality would ever be a problem because it’s part of who I am and I can’t separate from myself. Which is why after everything I didn’t push for anything after you ended things, it’s why I stayed away because you’re the one that can’t get over that insecurity in your own head, no matter what I say or do I can’t make myself mortal”

Magnus decided to level with Alexander after all he had to tell him the truth in these situations. After all he couldn’t baby the Lightwood right now especially when It was his first relationship. If he wanted to get over it and move on – as much as Magnus would hate to see him move on – he needed to learn what it was like in real relationships if he ever wanted to get into another one. The cat eyed warlock would hate to see him in another relationship and he wasn’t sure he could just sit by and watch, he would probably end up leaving the country if that were the situation but they weren’t at the stage just yet.

He was thankfully for that situation.

At the tossed vile on the floor, Magnus couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment after all he had thought about using it multiple times it would easily help him forget who he was and what he had been hurt about but that could also mean he could make the same mistake again and that wasn’t something he could muster, which was why he shook his head and closed his eyes. This situation seemed impossible to deal with at the best of times but locked in a room with the Lightwood just made this even worse.

“I couldn’t forget you Alec. That’s why I gave you the potion”

He admitted even if he didn’t want to open his eyes and see the look on the blue-eyed males face, most of the time he had such a strong fierce persona and that was part of what Magnus loved about him but he also knew what the shadowhunter looked like hurt and broken, he also knew what it was like when he cared deeply for someone that he would do anything to help them and that was why he couldn’t just sit here and face him. That was why he was sitting as far away from the male as he could get and he tried not to look over and see his beautiful face and the combination that always made Magnus fall in love. Those dark raven locks and blue eyes. How could Magnus resist such temptation wrapped up in his favourite combination.

Magnus knew better than anyone else that he couldn’t forget the Lightwood male after all since their break up he had been trying to forget everything they had and failing terrible. Although it didn’t help that he had every other shadowhunter breaking down his door and demanding him to talk to Alec and get him to change his mind. The blue eyed shadowhunter had his own damn mind and he had to make his own decision and in this instances, Magnus refused to be the one to fix everything, he was always the one to step in and protect the blue eyed Nephilim, he always made sure he was happy and not emotional about things and he was someone the man could lean on when no one else could. But Magnus couldn’t continue to do this when he also got the backlash.

Alec needed to realise that he had to take Magnus as who he was, he had to be the same to Magnus as Magnus was to him and that wouldn’t be the case if this continued. Alec needed to get over himself and step up for once because for once Magnus wasn’t going to apologise and make everything right again. The elder Lightwood had to do that for himself for once, yes he wasn’t good at talking about his feelings or coming to people for help but in order to win Magnus back or even to be friends again well that was just what he was going to have to do. Magnus couldn’t stop his feelings for the Lightwood male and they wouldn’t go away over night.

But he also couldn’t keep getting pulled into this fight and position every time something went wrong. He had to be able to live his life happy and not in fear that eventually the Lightwood would go off the deep end again and decide that he wanted to brood again. So this time, Magnus couldn’t fix what the Lightwood had broke.

“Alec you can’t just say these things and expect everything to go on the way it normally does. You’re the one that decided we can’t be together not me. I have to live with that knowledge myself. I’m stuck in this just as much as you are. Do you think I can just go back to my normal life? Go back to doing things I used to do without you”

Doing things without Alec and his friends would have been easier if people didn’t just turn back up in his apartment and demanding he fixed what he broke or the fact that they were the only shadowhunters in New York that seemed to deal with any of the problems and well he knew everyone in New York more than any other country it seemed. He had a life here and people he cared about so he didn’t see why he should have to leave just so the shadowhunter that broke his heart could be happy. After all he was going to have to watch that Shadowhunter get married and more than likely have children of his own, and then forever the Lightwood name would be tainted for him.

How was he supposed to look at any Lightwood’s the same ever again in his long life?

How could Magnus explain to Alexander what break ups were like? It was hard to explain to him about his other relationships, since he always seemed to get upset or angry when they mentioned Magnus’s passed relationships. But they weren’t together anymore and he wasn’t supposed to be saving his feelings. Magnus wasn’t supposed to care about him in any way shape or form but that obviously wasn’t the case. Magnus didn’t want to even look at the blue eyed male either but he couldn’t think properly about what was happening or what it was supposed to feel like.

Yes, Magnus had been hurt after a break up but he couldn’t remember it ever been this hard to move on. He had normally drank himself silly with Catarina and Ragnor near by and then they had all moved on to the next country they could. He never forgot the people he had been in love with but at the same time he had never been stuck in this kind of battle with them either. But then again none of them with Alexander Lightwood and that was maybe a part of why it was so busy.

“I’ve never been in a break up quiet like this before”

Magnus couldn’t help but admit with a small voice because well they hadn’t really stopped their fighting with each other yet and he couldn’t quiet decide if he wanted to escape the situation or the word entirely at this point. His friends and his family had put him in this situation and no one seemed to be helping him in any way shape or form. It was very frustrating for him to be put in this position since of course it wasn’t his idea to break up with the Lightwood, just like it was very rarely his idea to break up with most of the people he was with. He was beginning to get depressed just thinking about it. After all it seemed Magnus was good for people if only for them to experience a small part of his life, he was never a long term thing for everyone so why should that change for the Nephilim who tended to have shorter life than most people.

That was probably why he had stayed so long with the vampire, she had seemed to want him and she also had an immortal life, even though she wasn’t very much Magnus’s type but that was what he had learned after the case.

      The sarcastic tone of voice was easily recognizable at this point to the nephilim male seeing as how this seemed to be the way the two men chose to spoke to each  other now - sarcastic words with a bitter distain to them. There were many people in this world who used sarcasm as a defence mechanism to keep others at bay and not allow them to chip away at any walls that had been built up. But depending on that person and the situation, it was also something heartbreakingly deadly. It was frankly very easy to speak things sarcastically and mean what was being said. But it was the way it was being said which left more of an impact with people that resonated with them. There was always a truth so much more easily spoken rather then just speaking normally. Yet that’s what got people in trouble. That’s what left people fighting harder to rekindle something broken because the sarcastic tone of voice left more of a hurtful impact.

      While both Alec and Magnus could be sarcastic individuals at the best of times; even to each other, it was very different right now in this moment. It wasn’t coming from a place of playfulness and teasing each other, but rather a place of hurt. Alec could be the first one to admit he didn’t know what the actual hell he was doing in trying to cope with this break up. But he just knew he didn’t want to hurt anymore. He didn’t want to feel the broken parts of him without Magnus. Things were so much easier and simpler without the warlock in his life. The Lightwood felt as if his world had been turned upside down and had done a complete 180 when he met Magnus Bane. And there was no going back after that. Alec knew what he was giving up in breaking up with the warlock after experiencing those early moments of blissful happiness and love. But he was a realist. That was how the shadow hunter was brought up. There weren’t shades of grey in this world, everything was black and white. The relationship the two men had together was wrong and frowned upon on so many levels and breaking so many rules. But they didn’t care at the time. Not until Alec got his head out of the clouds and realized just what exactly was going on his life. It was just easier to convince himself multiple times that he would have save himself a lot of hurt and uncertainty if the relationship just ended now rather then later down the line when one day Alec might not have even come back after a job. It was entirely possible for a shadow hunter after all.

“I’m sure you could find a loophole in any spell. That is something your species is rather good at, just like the fae.”

     Alec indicated. He had seen the warlock first had find a loophole in a spell or two so it wouldn’t be anything new for him. Warlocks could be tricky individuals, just like those fae. The difference was, Magnus was the high warlock and had a little bit more power and knowledge. If he put his mind to it, Alec was more then certain he could execute the plan. He was just choosing not to. Perhaps despite what he was saying, he actually enjoyed people bursting through the doors of his apartment unannounced and giving him a lecture of some sort. It was entirely possible. The only ones he would probably be more kind to in shooing away were Clary and Isabelle. Aside from being female, Magnus helped raise Clary in a way. He had been around her since she was a young girl and a grown up nephilim now. And then there was his sister Isabelle. She just enjoyed her brother and the warlock finally coming together and seeing how they both shined as bright as the sun and illuminated as bright as the moon that she didn’t want to see them part ways. Alec didn’t know exactly how many times those girls had ambushed the warlock, but he really didn’t care. He didn’t care who harassed Magnus with lectures because Alec was getting the same thing and getting equally, if not more, fed up. The shadow hunter had a shorter fuse then usual these days and it was never something should be tested. Alec didn’t care if it was his parabatai or his sister, he didn’t want to here any lectures from either one of them or Magnus’s children dropping by and making their opinions known. He was trying to run the New York Institute, despite people sticking their noses in places where it shouldn‘t be. He couldn’t focus on the feelings of his ex boyfriend by any means.

“If that’s the case, then I guess you’ll be working in the Labyrinth whenever that time comes. It’s not like we study the way of your kind in detail. All we need to know are the basics.”

     He answered back. He could speculate all he wanted what Magnus’s immortal life was going to be like without Alec in it anymore, but it’s not like the outcome ever made him feel better. Whether he was in the Labyrinth or not because he didn’t want to love anymore wasn’t something Alec should be concerned with. “That’s all just a fantasy Magnus. You’re not being realistic about this relationship. Shadowhunters and warlocks can’t live a long and happy life, it just doesn’t work. But I know I won’t be the last person you love since there seems to be all sorts of things wrong with me according to you. Your little memory box proves as much that you’re pretty capable of moving on to someone else over time.”

       The nephilim argued back, clearly not satisfied with what Magnus had to say in response. The outcome Alec had decided in his head was one that he was nearly certain would come to pass. It was just the facts that had been presented to him that led him to that belief. He could in a couple years, months, weeks, days, tomorrow - and that would be that. Magnus couldn’t die as an immortal. Alec’s life was a game of Russian Roulette that left an unpredictable outcomes. There was no such thing as a shadow hunter living a long and happy life. They were lucky if they got to even have one of those things with someone, but getting both wasn’t something common. Especially when half the time it resulted in an arranged marriage which is what Alec almost had to Lydia before turning into a runaway groom and going into the arms of a man he began to care more deeply for then anyone else. Back then Alec had followed his heart. But this time he was following his mind. The heart was a funny thing - and much more complicated. His mind was more rationalized and tactical since this is the way he was brought up. Alec leaned into what he knew. He just had to crawl out from that unknown territory he found himself in with Magnus Bane, although it was much easier said then done after having tasted that kind of forbidden fruit.

      As much as Alec would have relished in knowing he could be the last person Magnus would ever open his heart to, it wasn’t something he chose to believe. The selfish part of him wanted that though - to be Magnus’s one and only. But the part that cared for the magical warlock still wanted him to find someone who could love him enough that wouldn’t do what Alec was doing right now - breaking their hearts. He wanted Magnus to find someone to spend his immortal life with and be happy; as much as Alec’s behavior and words said otherwise. The nephilim wanted the best for his ex boyfriend even if it made the Lightwood miserable in the end - not that he wasn’t already miserable enough already. But it was easier knowing that Magnus would just move on and find someone else because the nephilim wasn’t good enough for him.

“Except the difference between you and me when it comes to relationships is that I don’t have the time or energy to put myself through this again. I never thought of getting into a relationship with another person, nor did I want to. It was just a distraction from the mission. But you were unexpected in so many ways that I did begin to think of being you for the rest of my life.. I had it all thought out at one point.”

     Alec let slip as he found himself reminiscing towards the end of his words in a more softer tone of voice as opposed to the more harsh one that seemed to come out full force whenever Magnus was around these days.

     There was a certain reputation Magnus Bane had that Alec was very well aware of that would lead anyone to think that falling in love and wanting a nice long and happy life together was not in the agenda of the warlock. Anything short term seemed to be the more likely route to go down for him. Yet it was very much the opposite when Magnus fell in love with someone, it was like the rumors and stories that were led to be believed about him weren’t entirely true and there was more to the story that clearly only a few individuals knew about. Only the ones that served to be in the warlock’s memory box knew who the real Magnus Bane was under all those stories. Alec felt like he did too, but they two of them were from two very different worlds that the future he wanted with the warlock and thought about whenever they woke up next to each other or holding hands in another country was something unattainable for him in the long run. A short life was all he could offer Magnus. He couldn’t offer a long and happy life with him because his future was so uncertain. And quite frankly, he could live knowing he could have a bad day with Magnus and then end up dead that day. Or even having a good day and end up dead the next. It wasn’t a game of chance he wanted to play with their hearts anymore. And coming across that memory box of the warlock’s just seemed to put things a little bit more into perspective as to the lives Magnus had lived on his own and with other people. There were more lives he could live after Alec Lightwood.

      With the amount of questions that suddenly just spewed off the Lightwood’s tongue, he had no idea which one he wanted Magnus to answer first. He probably didn’t even give him enough time to digest it all before coming up with some answers. But the warlock seemingly always had an answer to everything which is what the nephilim was banking on. Yet the main issue the two males had and would forever have, was what they were - mortal and immortal. There was no future for two people like that. It wasn’t something Alec could simply get over and accept. He had tried that so many times whenever the thought of it suddenly made an appearance before it became something continuous. It was much too difficult to ignore by then that it was all the shadow hunter could think about half the time. This future he once thought he could have with Magnus just seemed to dwindle away further and further as the insecurities of them being together became more dominate.

     There was much to appreciate with how patient the timeless warlock was with the shadow hunter who found himself coming into a new life. Magnus had the patience of a saint with Alec. The Lightwood was awkward, confused, insecure and nervous who was basically a virgin in every sense of the word when it came to being in a relationship and being a boyfriend that Magnus’s reputation and experiences was more the enough to be intimidating. But the stories didn’t line up with the way he was with Alec. Maybe it was just for show, but Alec knew it was genuine. He felt it. The love they shared between them was far from a lie or trick. Alec knew that what he got into with Magnus was fast and made his head spin with pretty little things. He quite literally fell head over heels in love with Magnus Bane; as the expression went. And he knew he fell hard and fast for this man - so much so that he ended up going to his little sister for advice about sex.

      Sometimes it was funny to believe that Alec could be a first for Magnus in more then one thing, but he was. It was something he could recall Magnus expressing in never having dated a shadow hunter until now - and having sex with one. Honestly it was something that Alec would have thought wasn’t a first for the immortal, but yet it was. Just like it was for Alec. The two of them were each other’s firsts in many things that for their worlds to suddenly come crashing down was utterly heart wrenching and made the nephilim want to disappear into the dark abyss and never return back. Only because that was the easier route then being here - then feeling all this. He noticed Magnus still did not look at him which made him tense his chiselled jaw as he blue eyes bore down to the man sitting likewise on the floor across the room.

“In the beginning your immortality wasn’t an issue because I was never thinking of it. You had my trust quicker then anyone else did. That’s why I gave you my energy for what you did for Luke since you used too much of yours. I fell in love with you too hard and too fast that I wasn’t thinking about anything but us. I wasn’t thinking of the reality of what we are. But when I saw that box, things right there and then just seemed more clearer. You can’t be mortal and I can’t be mortal. So what kind of future could we even have?”

      He went on to say in a more calmly matter. The tone of his voice wavered through different emotions as he spoke, as did his eyes.  There was in a certain sincerity of care in the Lightwood and the way he looked at Magnus at this very moment - it was a man still in love with his other half,  but it was short lived as his blue orbs flickered down to the shattered glass at the warlock’s words.

“And did you actually think I would used that cursed thing? I’d rather die in battle tomorrow then to have either one of us take that ridiculous potion.”

       Alec answeredin frusteration. Magnus must have thought he would use it because why even make that cursed potion and then give it to Alec? Did Magnus have so little faith in the Lightwood that he would take the cowards way out?  Because that was far from the person Alec Lightwood was. He was a brave, head strong and fierce person all around. Even in as much pain as he currently was, that was not something Alec was ever going to turn to and her certainly wouldn’t let Magnus either. Magnus helped shape Alec into this confident and strong willed person that he would find the will to be brave through this despite wanting to crumble into another world.

     The raven haired nephilim had no idea of the words that were spewing off his tongue all of a sudden -  he just knew he had no control over them as his eyes found focus on both the wall and ceiling. He didn’t know what kind of response he was going to get or what he was looking to have happen by saying all that. He didn’t expect to win Magnus back or anything of the sort, but he knew the other man would understand these feelings because from what his friends and family had been drilling into his head on repeat, Magnus knew exactly what Alec was feeling. These weren’t things he was used to feeling and he could say after experiencing this all first hand that he didn’t want to feel this way again and he simply wanted it all to go away. If he could run from it he would. Alec tried to steer clear of the warlock as much as possible, but it seemed impossible. Even in a busy city like New York, the two males still had the ability to cross paths. And for some reason, they could only acknowledge each other in a cold and non friendly manner.

      At this point in time, being friends much less anything else would be a stretch. Maybe acquaintances? Whatever was one step above strangers they could be. But even that seemed like too much of a challenge with the history these two men shared. Listening to Magnus’s words, Alec wasn’t even sure where to start. But he wished he could take back everything he just said and said something hateful instead since that seemed to be a lot easier when speaking to Magnus these days.

“It’s not like you fought very hard to change my mind about the matter, which shows me that you agree with my reasoning’s.”

        He informed him. Magnus did not fight very hard to change Alec’s perspective on the matter when things became more heated between them. Finding that memory box was one thing, but the little vile that contained the memory potion was more of a game changer that had the Lightwood loosing it completely.

“You’re asking the wrong person about that. I‘ve tried to back to a life before you came in, but according to everyone else I‘m not succeeding.”

     Alec mumbled. He was the last person Magnus should be asking about getting back to normal and living his life against without his boyfriend. The shadow hunter was no example of living a life after a break up. He buried himself in work more then usual and took more high risk missions without always completely looking at it rationally and just going in head first. There were probably a couple of times where he could have been seriously injured or died had it not been for whatever person who chose to be his partner and save his ass. Alec would curse under his breath about it. But Alec also knew the way Magnus had been living which was very different from himself. Magnus surrounded himself with alcohol and parties and was pretty much living up to his reputation from what Alec had been hearing.

      Had the nephilim not been paying attention, he might have missed what Magnus had said because his voice was so quite. Needless to say his words weren’t of any kind of solace. He didn’t know whether it was a good or bad thing but by the way things had escalated between the two of them - so much so that Magnus felt the need to make a potion to forget Alec Lightwood, he was going to go with the latter option. The tension between them was still thick and uncomfortable that the nephilim wasn’t sure if he was ever going to be able to breath properly again whenever he was in a room with his ex boyfriend. But nevertheless, the answer Magnus gave wasn’t good enough for the shadow hunter.

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

      He asked in a more level tone of voice as he slowly dropped his head to force himself to look at the mirror image of a broken man in front of him.

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Blair was many things to Will Herondale but normal wasn’t one of them and that was possibly why they got on so well because they weren’t ordinary by any means. Will and Blair’s relationships were odd but that was because they were both odd people. Considering they were an Angel and a Demon in basic retrospect. Which was why they fit so perfectly together although it wasn’t something that Will would say out loud because of course that would have been giving Blair too much credit and admitting that Will Herondale may have actually fallen for someone for once that wasn’t Tessa Grey. Which seemed insane to him back in those days – but for right now it didn’t seem like there was any one way that could focus on. After all it felt like so long ago when he was obsessed with his best friends wife, now he was with someone else.

But this was his new version of normal, this was what he had been doing with Blair for a long time now. This was a relationship of sorts even if they didn’t want to admit that this was what it was.

“I believe we are beyond holding back by this point don’t you?”

It seemed like a stupid thing to say they are holding back after everything they had done. They had been to hell and back with each other considering Blair had already bitten Will and his runes had been the only reason he had survived it without dying. Will and Blair had been living through life with each other and although Will still hunted Demons and Blair still fed on humans that was a separate thing from each other. It was like they had their own separate lives and then they had their lives together. It seemed like it should have been harder than it was but for two people that were so different they seemed to fit together almost perfectly.

It was true that spending five years with one person was certainly a cause for celebration but it wasn’t like these two ever celebrated anything together. They were more likely to celebrate their sex life than actually being together for any length of time. Considering they were always finding new places to do thing like this, which was also why they were currently in the Eiffel Tower making up a new game for them to play which seemed to include Magnus Bane. Which was something Will Herondale didn’t want to deal with that. After all he had a previously relationship that he didn’t really want Blair to know about or be included in.

“There is definitely not anyone like you, not any vampire or not any person”

There wasn’t many things Will Herondale could admit too or be honest about when it came to Blair, after all their game was all about the adventure between them and the Mystery, so although they had been together for five years didn’t mean they knew much about each other’s other life. But if he were honest then the person who knew him the best these days would still be Blair, even over his own Parabatai and his parabatai’s wife. Jem and Tessa were still a big part of his life after all it was hard to be closer to anyone else when he had a parabatai bond. But the relationship between the three of them was strained and Will knew that he had needed to give them more space and not be part of that relationship either which was why Blair was like his salvation in that case. She gave him time away from those two.

The feel of her fangs against his neck should have disgusted him, or at least made him react badly but instead he trusted her a little bit more than anyone else. Which was strange considering she had already bite him and went into a frenzy with his Angelic blood. But she changed her fangs to kiss and that made him shiver just a little bit.

“I could say the exact same thing to you darling, you’re not making it very easy to want to go to this party and enjoy my time not just in a room with you”

Will nodded his head in agreement with her because she was right on many cases, they had missed a lot of parties merely because of wanting to spend more time in each other’s company. After all at the beginning of their relationship they barely did anything they had planned, instead their night always ended up together, normally on a bed but yet not always. After all they had enjoyed each other’s company in other places as well. As long as the two of them were together it didn’t really matter, after all their cat and mouse game took priority over everything else in their lives and once they had caught on to each other it was hard to just let each other go. It seemed more enjoyable to latch on to each other in this way.

When Blair started walking to their destination, Will followed and when she compelled the bodyguard he should have step in and perhaps done something about it. But in the same sense, she wasn’t hurting anyone else and well he didn’t really see a problem with her buying her way into a Magnus Bane party considering normally you could just walk into it as well. So Will just let her away with everything she did and then proceed to come in with her.

“You do have a point. I mean once I found out what those runes of yours did, I realized you weren’t breakable in the bedroom and I could do what I wanted and how I wanted it with you Mr. Herondale.”

      Her eyes were alight with that new found realization from their past. Will had always been so covered that Blair had never noticed the markings on his body until he started stripping away his clothing. Originally she figured they were just odd little tattoos and he enjoyed marking his body up. Which was fine. Tattoos weren’t a deal a breaker or anything for the immortal. However she had never encountered a nephilim before so of course Will had to explain what he was to her eventually when the two of them god a tad more serious in finding out they were no ordinary humans.

       Sharing that she was a vampire was never something Blair would have considered for a split second. However it was pretty difficult to come up with a lie when she was fangs deep in a man and Will stumbled upon her with a glowing sword in hand. It was at that moment that could have ended whatever they were because Blair was a monster of the night and Will was something else. He someone who clearly hunted someone like her by the weapon he wielded towards her. Yet she could remember that when she turned around and saw him the both of them halted in their actions. Blair had drank enough blood to cause the man to pass out and Will had been ready to take her head clean off her shoulders by his stance. She could remember being nonchalant about what she was, but then when she questioned as to who exactly William Herondale was, she got no answer. Blair left a bloody kiss on his cheek and disappeared into the night when she realized he was not going to kill her. But the two of them didn’t resurface and see each other for almost three months after that. Mainly because Blair felt she had to be more on guard. Not to mention she was trying to figure out who the man with the glowing sword actually was.

     Admittedly, Blair stalked Will. She wasn’t exactly proud of that and that had been mentioned in one of their games whenever the nephilim would taunt her about being an obsessed stalker or fan girl of his merely to rile her up. It was all in good fun though. And that part of their lives was now behind them to the point where they could make a joke or two and reminisce. Blair was getting something in life she didn’t think she would ever have again and it was frightening. Feelings were frightening. Falling in love with someone was frightening. The vampire recognized this because she had been in love before, but she didn’t want to jinx anything with this man. After all, talking about their feelings wasn’t something Blair and Will did too often. Maybe once a year or something like that. Which is what made what they had so endearing and comfortable.

“Your honesty flatters me.”

       She cooed against the skin of neck as her keen senses picked up on a pleasant shiver that suddenly coursed through him. Shockingly enough, it wasn’t from her fangs touching his skin but rather her lips.. Her fangs should have actually been what caused him to shiver or to pull away and give her a shove. After all, what kind of sadist would allow a vampire to taunt them like this? Definitely not a normal one. Yet Will was not normal. Neither was Blair. They were a mismatched and odd sort of pair, but they worked wonderfully. They were each others escape from reality.

“Perhaps we’ll just have to find a room in the party to settle down for a bit with only each other.”

      The immortal replied coyly. Blair was no stranger to being public with her physical activities, especially with Will. They had been caught a few times when they couldn’t contain themselves. But since there was a game in play, Blair currently had that at the forefront of her mind as they walked into the room thanks to the bouncer she had just compelled to let them through.

      Immediately Blair’s hopes were still high. There were a number of species she could sniff out already as well as black lights, music, a bar and all sorts of things that read glitz and glam with a never ending sea of people dancing about the vast pace. Tonight was certainly going to fun as her eyes took it all in.

“Well, this might actually be a challenge to find your friend through all this.”

secondhandservitude​:

Juliet wanted to be down about this being her last day together and in senses she was, she couldn’t stop thinking about it the whole ride over here. In fact she had been in such a bad mood thinking about it, that she had been quiet dry with Blaze at the beginning of this day. But being with Blaze in the Carnival made it hard to stay mad at the situation. After all this was their last time together and they needed to enjoy it all. Which was why they needed to think about other things that didn’t involved the two of them having to go separate ways. Which seemed like a crazy thing to think about considering everything they had been through in the past little while.

After all they had lost their memories and become so close. They had been more than friends at one point considering they hadn’t been able to know who each other were or who they were in life. Which was why they had relied to each other so much when they were trying to work out who they were. They had been friends who had named each other and became closer than anyone believed they could be. They learned about each other together and learned about life which was how they eventually worked out who they had to hurt to get their memories back. Which was when they had finally become Juliet and Blaze again.

“You think that but you never know i could have been great”

Juliet couldn’t help but think she would be a great assassin if she was actually given the chance to be one which was why she liked to tease the male so much. 

But after that incident they had avoided speaking about what had happened. There kiss that had happened and more. Now although that served as a remaindered was the feelings they had for one another and the near touches that they tried to avoid. They had gotten so close that it seemed only natural for them to Banter with each other. It had seemed like a life time ago when Juliet’s parents had handed her over to be with a stranger and at first she had thought it was something insane, after all how could her parents do such a thing. But now it seemed like how could they have done anything else.

Especially with how Juliet felt about Blaze.

How could she go back to a life without him? How could she go back and be normal with her mother and fathers? With her best friend Caine who had been in love with her? How could she be back in her world without Blaze by her side? That seemed like a different world to her now. She couldn’t imagine her life without Blaze by her side. Which was why this night seemed like everything that she wanted it to be. She hoped that it would last forever, she wished it would never end. Which was why when he agreed to hook a duck she couldn’t help but grin and laugh at his childish agreement to her ideas.

“Let’s see how you do at these childish games then”

Juliet agreed and when he put down the gun from the shooting game, she grabbed on to his arm and pulled him towards the game she had chosen for them, of course she knew it was an easy game after all there was normally a prize every time for the people that did this game. But for some reason she wanted to play every game in the carnival with him. She wanted to spend as much time as she could here with him which was why they would do as much as possible before they had to head away from here and from him.

Juliet didn’t really want to think about the days after this one. She didn’t think that it would make her smile if she thought about what was going to happen tomorrow. She felt like she hadn’t see her family in a long time, and as much as she did miss them she was also used to her freedom. How would she go back to over protective parents? it seemed like a dream all of a sudden. 

Originally posted by jamiedornaniseverything

“There are many things you could be great at Jules, but I’m afraid being an assassin doesn’t make the top ten.”

       The hybrid hunter answered back with a playful smile as he crushed any kind of dreams she had of being an assassin. Even though Juliet was able to hold her own and was capable in other areas in life, the line of work Blaze was being in and being a hunter, much less an assassin were not areas the pretty blonde could excel at. Not in the way that wouldn’t get her killed. Juliet wasn’t the kind of person that after getting to know her, that Blaze would ever peg for spilling blood on her hands. She would feel remorseful. And honestly, taking a life even with it being a supernatural did have the ability to damage her and that was something that Blaze by no means ever wanted to see. He spent a year protecting this girl and getting to know her that if she came out damaged from being with him instead of being her own powerful kind of person would make him feel guilty.

      It was amazing what a year together could do for some people, especially two strangers. Juliet was probably the closest person aside from his mother that he currently had in his life right now. The male always kept people at a distance and didn’t bother trying to invest anything with them since his time was limited when hunting. He got close to people at the bare minimum when it came to the cases he worked on. And that was because he was usually hunting the monster or whatever it was for a few days or a week that required him to be around a couple people and why they were being targeted. Other then that, there was never a need to get close to people. Yet people with Juliet almost made him reconsider his own rule about getting close with people and making friends. However the outcome of it was far greater then the reward. Juliet was merely the exception to this rule. And that was simply because he was forced with her and unknowingly started to grow closer then he ever anticipated with her.

       Regretting their time together would have been easy. When Blaze left he could merely chalk all this up to being one big regret and that nothing good came from this. Yet that would be a lie. He could fight that inner battle as much as he wanted but he knew he would always loose. Going back to his lifestyle without this girl in his life anymore might actually require some work on his part. If he could easily forget her and all they had been through then he would. However Blaze knew this wasn’t possible because he felt himself growing attached to her by the day. Saying goodbye would not be easy when they knew this night would likely be their last.

       Juliet O’Brien was always going to be on his mind no matter what. He just had to face that simple little fact and decide how he was going to go about his daily life after tomorrow when they parted ways.

“Bring it on. I’m ready for the little beasts.”

       He declared with a grin and rather eager to show her just how easy this childish game would be for him. When she took hold of his arm and began walking them in the direction of where this game was, Blaze didn’t protest. Under normal circumstances, he would have easily removed his arm from the hold of any female who showed some kind of public display of affection with him - unless it was a show and it was needed; or Blaze was actually just being that careless and letting loose. But neither of them would have caused him to smile and feel the way he did when this blonde female did. Juliet was special.

       Blaze had grown used to being close with her and sharing these simple moments or the near touch. Even though neither of them exactly brought up the more intimate parts of their relationship when they lost their memories and such, they both seemed to articulate how the other felt. Neither of them would pull back from being physical. They just knew it was okay to be that way around each other because they could remember that it felt nice. It felt good, actually. Her companionship was something Blaze would deeply miss. He was pretty sure if it wasn’t for that demon taking their memories away that there was no hope in hell they would have reached the heights of their relationship as they currently did now. So for that Blaze was thankful. He was reminded of what it was like to have someone close to him that he could indulge in and not feel guilty about. She was a breath of fresh air he would miss as he gazed down upon her for a small second.

secondhandservitude​:

EJ was’t really sure what was happening right now and he was trying to pretend to be as small as possible, looking away from everyone and keeping himself to himself was basically the only way he knew how to work. He wasn’t like his sister, Nessie – she was more outgoing and friendly and around Jacob she always seemed to be more out going. That had never been the case for EJ, he wasn’t as social as he would have liked to be but he always had Renesmee to speak for him so it hadn’t really mattered. But now they were older, EJ was going to eventually have to fend for himself, Jacob and Renesmee were now much closer in age and they were more into a relationship now that they had ever been before. Which meant EJ wanted to give them some free time but that also meant that EJ needed to fix his little problem with blood.

It all seemed like a thing way out of his reach but he would do it for his sister and Jacob. EJ zoned out and thought about all the people he needed to talk to to perhaps get better at his blood things. His uncle Jasper should definitely be on the top of his list, he needed to talk to Seth as well because spending some time away without Renesmee would be a first step he needed to getting used to her not helping him control his blood problem and Seth seemed like the safest bet. He was a strong werewolf that liked vampires and could help control him if he ever got out of control. That was where EJ’s mind was at.

While his mind was on this, Jacob was nodding and having a conversation with Lydia and her pack and trying to understand what she needed and where he could help her. Nessie seemed to be interested in the conversation too.

“Not a problem. That sounds like the best plan. Let me talk to my father and Sam and I can get back to you on when they are free to meet with you and discuss things. I know they are pretty busy at the moment and we’re not always on the best of terms but I’m sure they will meet you and try to help you in any way they can”

That seemed like the best bet. EJ agreed with everything that was happening and he did keep some of his wits about him and into the conversation even while he was thinking about the possible future events he was going to have to deal with. Jacob seemed to be thinking logically about everything, he was thinking like the alpha he was supposed to be which was very interesting for EJ to watch since he was one of the few people that got to see him in his multiple different styles.

EJ had watched how he was friends with his mother and father, and then how he was with his pack mates, Leah and Seth and finally how he reacted with Renesmee. But now EJ was seeing how he reacted to strangers that came to him for help. It wasn’t often that EJ or Renesmee got to be with many strangers after all the Cullen’s were very protective over them especially when it came to the other species around the place like the vampires and werewolves.

“Is there some way I can contact you once I work out somewhere and what time to meet you at? Where abouts will you be staying while you are here?”

Jacob asked with a smile on his face. After all the girl in front of Jacob seemed younger than she should be considering she was the one in charge of all the other males. That was interesting to EJ Cullen as well, there was something very peculiar and interesting about the girl EJ was trying very hard to avoid looking at her. Her voice was nice and soothing to his ears and he wasn’t sure if she was with one of the males with them or not, as far as EJ was aware they always had mates they were looking for and that made it hard for EJ to get serious with any werewolves after all they had all been told the story about Sam and Leah when Emily had come along.

Originally posted by sarcasmcloud

      It wasn’t completely comforting to hear that they weren’t always on the best of terms, but when push came to shove the differences anyone shared would be put off to the side in order to make peace with the more important things at hand. It was appropriate to say that there would always be tension in one pack or another. They were family after all. And family was nothing without it’s struggles and disagreements. Lydia’s parents had their disagreements with each other from time to time, even though they looked picture perfect on the outside. But her parents loved each other enough to put whatever differences they had aside and put into perspective the greater good of their relationship with each other and above all else, their pack; their family. It was a tough thing to have to experience and Lydia was certain that she would experience all that one day too when she found her mate Alex.

“Thank you Jacob, that would be very helpful. I would only need to talk to them for a few minutes and we can meet them anywhere, anytime within the week.”

     Lydia expressed her thanks with a nod of approval. It was because the La Push back were such good friends with her parents and great allies to them that the royal found herself banking on the possibility of them knowing something of the Halden pack. Or more importantly, Alex. Lydia didn’t think it would be this difficult to track down a pack of werewolves somewhat in secret, but this was certainly proving to rest her abilities of being an alpha and displaying a certain kind of leadership that she could only hope would do justice in the name of her parents.

      As Jacob inquired the most logical questions of how to get hold of her and where she and her three pack members would be staying, she bounced her head in a nod.

“Yes, there’s a cabin a couple miles away from the beach that we will be staying at. It’s where my parents would stay when they would visit. As for reaching us, I’ll give you my number.”

      Lydia explained before searching her purse for a piece of scrap paper and a pen where she could write her number down. Although while she was doing that, it was Trent who spoke up just to clarify things up a bit incase Jacob thought they needed reminding about the treaty they had in place here.

“We know you have a treaty with the Cullen’s still so we won’t be anywhere near their part of the land to create any kind of trouble.”

      He confirmed with his deep set voice before Lydia handed Jacob the scrap of paper that her phone number on it and looked at Trent with a small smile for him clarifying that part up since Lydia briefly let it slip her mind. But that’s what he was here for, the same with Matt and Neal. Not only to protect her, but to help guide her. She was new to all this and they didn’t want to see her fail.

“Trent it right. Our cabin is quite a distance off from the treaty line that we won’t be a bother to them. But feel free to give me a call or a text anytime. We won’t be doing much except checking out the area and making sure everything is still in harmony with your pack.”

        Lydia added, casting her eyes over to Renesemee and EJ. Though it was a little strange how despite Lydia not only focusing on Jacob, but she was also giving her attention to his imprint and her brother that the brother in the corner seemed to cast his attention away from Lydia quite a bit. She didn’t exactly know why he wouldn’t look at her or make eye contact with her, but she didn’t think it was appropriate to bring that up. It could have been something she was simply looking too much in to and maybe he was just a little uncomfortable with strangers he didn’t know, but Lydia was determined to make a good impression with everyone she came in contact with. After all, that was how someone got respect and got to know a person. A good impression was everything coupled with genuine kindness.

secondhandservitude​:

Sebastian knew that Seattle Grace hospital was a different atmosphere from Brielle Institute which gave him a different environment. Although he had been working more closely with Seattle recently and less so with the Brielle Institute which made sense considering this was where his world had taken him. After all Sebastian was a Child Cancer Specialist, he had dedicated his full life to this career and there wasn’t much he could do at Brielle in his field where as in Seattle Grace he could surely do much what he needed to do. 

Which meant he needed to do his rounds in the cancer wards today. He had never gotten to do much in the way of an actual doctor’s job when he was going between the hospitals considering he was only ever called into to do the surgery part or deal with high intensive cases.

But now that he was getting more settled in Seattle Grace and he was starting to get to do more normal doctor things. Maybe Sebastian could get used to just being more at one hospital. He couldn’t deny that he did get a lot out of the Brielle Institute. It was a part of him and would always be a part of him but his life had brought him to Seattle Grace and that was where he was going to help as a Doctor. Which was why he was heading towards the children wards to do his rounds. He was sure he would get rounds of interns he would eventually have to deal with after all this was a teaching hospital and he didn’t mind about this.

What Sebastian dealt with wasn’t for the fain of heart after all children with Cancer could bring some people too their knee’s and it wasn’t the funniest job and more often than not someone always ended up crying whether it was the child, the adults or someone. It was an emotional roller-coaster that you couldn’t get highly involved in, Sebastian knew that better than anyone after all he had spent most of his childhood in a cancer ward. All because he had made a friend in the cancer ward, he had grown up in the hospital and very little seemed to phase him when it came to hospital cases. He had seen the worst case and the best case sceneries.

Which was why he was so good at his job.

As he moved towards his own department he could already see people scattering about as he moved to pick up his morning rounds file from the nurses department and find out who he had to see today and what interns he was dealing with. After all they all had to take their turns in different departments, even if they didn’t particular like the cancer child department. Which was more often the case, not a lot of new people who were training to be doctors tended to like this job. After all it wasn’t an easy specialised field.

As he picked up his rounds list, he looked through the notes and he had people around gathering beside him, although not everyone knew who he was, he was dressed as a doctor and he had a doctor’s chart so it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

“Time to get some rounds started, who have I got with me today?”

Sebastian turned towards the interns that had gathered behind him, in order to see how many and who he was dealing with since he liked to get more involved than others seemed to be. But Sebastian was always ready to teach people after all he had done teaching at the Brielle Institute as well.

Originally posted by manbunkookie

        Sometimes when Dr. Bailey gave out their assignments they either went solo, in pairs, groups of three or if it was something really serious then the entire intern group would be together. Even though Piper wasn’t one for working with other people and was more confident in flying solo and doing her own thing - especially since it made her look phenomenal, she forced herself to stomach the others she worked with. She kind of had to in a hospital when she was under the eye of Dr. Bailey or another resident doctor. Today though, it seemed like a couple of them were paired and the others were flying solo. Piper was paired up with Izzie, George and Cristina were a pair and Meredith and Alex got the beauty of flying solo. Oh how the red haired intern wished she got that. Izzie was ok to deal with. Piper had dealt with far worse when she had been working at Brielle.

“..And you two will be at the Child Cancer Department today.”

      Dr. Bailey informed the two girls which was NOT something Piper wanted to be apart of.  She actually had to hold back from scrunching up her face or displaying an eye roll like she was always fighting back whenever she disliked something or someone was displaying stupidity. Now Piper could deal with cancer patients actually, it was just the child part that made her cringe. She did not like kids in the slightest. Any opportunity she got to pawn them off to someone else she would. She managed to get out of that in Brielle a few times whenever someone like Cecily hurt herself. It was much easier to send them to Dr. Ramsey since was much more open and friendly with them. Piper had no patience for them. And she had definitely had a talking to by her boss at the time about her bedside manner if she scared anyone - which happened often.

“I am so not looking forward to this now.”

“You don’t say.”

     Piper muttered and Izzie smirked  as she and the blonde walked to their destination. She wished she could have had something else like neuro, cardio or even the pit to deal in. But nope. She had to get put into something she had no interest in. She couldn’t talk to children and make them feel reassured. She was more so someone who would just tell them to sit back and relax and let the doctors do what they need to in order to make them better without the kids kicking up a fuss.  It just made the red haired spitfire want to turn on her heel the other way and keep walking to some other destination. That was actually probably the reason why she got paired up with Izzie. She had that kind nature about her and pour her heart into doing anything she could to make someone feel better. If one of those kids asked her to read them a story then she would. Izzie would pull up a chair close to their bedside while Piper would stand in the corner looking more interested with the paint on the walls then tending to a sick child when she could be performing a surgery or learning something more important then bedside manners.

       Once they reached where they were, they joined another group of budding interns around a doctor who was likely the one who was in charge of this department. However upon further eyesight, Piper’s mouth fell open as her jaw nearly hit the floor with her eyes widening slightly at who the doctor was.

“You’ve got to be kidding me..”

“What?.. Whoa, McHottie or what? And we get to work with him!? Just how are we suppose to concentrate now?”

      Well, Izzie was excited but Piper on the other hand? Well, she was just a little surprised. Even though she knew he worked here when it came to important surgeries or vital cases, Piper Capello was not banking on seeing her former boss, Sebastian Ramsey. And she certainly didn’t expect to once again be an intern to him.

       The day seemed to be starting out pretty hopeful until now. And unfortunately for the fire haired intern it sounded like she was now going to have to listen to Izzie drone on about how hot he was. Great. Could this day get anymore out of her wheelhouse?

secondhandservitude​:

“You were sleeping and using doors are for losers, this was a much more interesting way to wake you up. Besides I wanted to make sure you hadn’t lost your touch, you never know what’s going to sneak in at ANY time of the night”

Diana shrugged her shoulders because as far as she could tell she hadn’t done anything wrong and she loved to check in on her sister and make sure nothing was hurting her or no demons were after her. After all Diana wanted to make sure that even if her sister wasn’t in the family business then she would still be looked after and still be safe even if she was in university and trying to create a new life for herself. Diana may not have agreed with her sister and what she was doing or maybe it was more the fact that she didn’t want to do it herself or there could have been another of other reasons for what she was doing but she was still her sister and she would never let her sister just ideally go by without Diana’s protection.

If at any point Samantha thought that she could hide from her family then she was surely mistaken because of course Diana and there family always knew where they were. But that was just because Diana had looked after her sister for so long that it was almost habit for her to make sure that her younger sister was still alive and doing well. But that was something that Diana would never admit or tell her sister about because well she just had too much pride.

As soon as Samantha let her sister up, Diana couldn’t help but shake herself off with a smile and a laugh because it was good to know that even in the dark she was still a Winchester in her blood. Although it wasn’t like Diana had went into hurt her sister, so that was why she had gotten the jump on her. But that wasn’t something that needed to be discussed which was why Diana wandered over to the fridge and opened it to look and see what is in side of it.

“Not got much in the way of food here have you?”

Diana obviously did have a reason for wanting to do all of this, she did want to talk to Sammy about everything but it was hard just popping back up to her life and ask her to come and do this job with her again. After all as much as Diana was used to this life, she also was not used to not having her father about in order to get everything done.

Diana may have been her dad’s favourite in some senses because she was more interested in the business. The Brunette had done it though to protect her sister, she had always made sure that she was the one to do things so the blonde could have her own life, she had always told their dad that it didn’t matter what Samantha choose to do with her life, but there was of course a problem with this life. She couldn’t be part of the two worlds, she couldn’t be with the vampires, werewolves and the rest of the monsters as well as having another life. Which was why Diana made sure the choice was hers and that she could go to university as easily as she did.

But that meant that they couldn’t see her as easily. Which was something that was hard for Diana to do considering Samantha was her only family, she had been with her for so long. Which was why she couldn’t just give up seeing her sister, so she checked on her from time to time, she saw who her friends were, who her boyfriends were and all the other things in life – even if she didn’t understand how some one could live in such a normal life.

Of course, Diana knew what time it was and also knew that it was really late, or really early depending on how you looked at it. But that didn’t matter with the stuff that they had going on right now which was why Diana was trying to ease her sister into it.

“How’s school being going?”

Originally posted by snowluthor

      Typical Diana Winchester. Her attitude and way of thinking was nothing short of what Samantha would expect from her elder sister. But that didn’t mean she had the right to just announce herself like this. What if Samantha hadn’t woken up and it had been Jackson? Or what if Samantha wasn’t even here? Well, if she wasn’t here that would have been better since she wouldn’t need to deal with this situation now; whatever it was.

      Samantha would always be secretive of her family and only reveal the bare minimum she thought was worth knowing. And even then she was selective as to who those people were. All Jackson knew was that her mother was dead, her father and her were estranged and that her sister Diana was someone she checked in with every few months, if that. Samantha always played it off that she wasn’t close to her family because then there was never anything much to tell. It wasn’t a complete lie though. Even though she knew the channels to get hold of either her father or sister, she still didn’t do it. She ended on bad terms with her father and stormed out and went to Stanford despite her being told to be in the family business and be more like Diana. Even though Samantha bared her sister no ill will - she knew her sister and father were always close because of how similar they were, she didn’t find it essential to reach out to that life she was running away from and putting behind her. Samantha Winchester wanted to live one of those apple pie lives that were normal and boring and free of monsters!

“Well now that you can see I havn’t lost my touch considering I could have choked you out with my bat, you can go now Diana and come back at a more reasonable hour with more notice then this.”

     The blonde shook her head with an eye roll. Samantha knew how to still hold her own. She might be rusty in some areas but she was pretty sure if she held up a gun she would know what to do and how to take it apart. It was muscle memory. A gun was an extension of her body so to speak. But right now the younger sister did not appreciate being on edge and keeping whispered voices so her boyfriend didn’t wake up. The last thing she wanted to do was try to explain this.

     As the brunette went over to the fridge and opened it, clearly surveying for something that Samantha already knew she wouldn’t find. Burgers, pizza, anything fast food and something that wasn’t on the green and healthy side. Which is the opposite of how Samantha liked to eat. Of course she enjoyed fast food too, but she was more healthier in eating then her sister was. So as she leaned the bat up against the wall and walked into the kitchen behind her sister who was disappointed in coming up short handed, Samantha exhaled a breath.

“Maybe you should try the whole healthy eating thing and something called a salad. You can’t live off all that fast food junk you eat.”

     She lectured her sister a tad before shaking her head at her question. They weren’t here to discuss how Samantha’s schooling was going. Nor were they standing here in the dark to discuss her life. No. They were here to discuss just what the hell Diana was doing breaking into Samantha’s house.

“Nice try. Tell me what you’re doing here Di-”

     Just then the room light flickered on and Samantha looked to the source of it. There was Jackson who had clearly been disturbed from his sleep with his cute bed head hair and sleepy face. His navy shirt was a little wrinkled up as he stood there in his briefs and looked between the two girls before landing his eyes on his girlfriend.

“What’s going on Sam?”

“Jackson! Um.. This is my sister Diana. But she’s just leaving now. I’ll see you tomorrow Diana.”

     The blonde was quick to say before walking over to Jackson and taking his arm to pull him back to bed while giving her sister a stern look that told her to get out.

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There was one thing Castiel had learned about his brothers, they had no will of their own, they had no idea what they were doing. They just wanted someone to follow, they wanted someone to tell them what they are doing and where they had to go. They were warriors, they were soldiers, they had no minds of their own and that was made more clear by the days circumstances. With God gone, they needed someone in charge and there were some other people who were going to take advantage of that. Which was why Castiel had decided to create his own army and win in his own way which was why he was currently talking to Balthazar right now about this.

They had a lot of work to put into this plan and he doubted that it would happen all at once. Which was why he was playing a long game, he was gathering all his pawns together and making for the big play. Castiel had way more plans involved in this game. He had other people he was making connections with and he didn’t plan to go down without swinging this time. He would not allow his brother to rule hell.

“I will not allow anyone to rule Heaven like that. Raphael will not be in charge, he will not take advantage of the others like that”

Castiel was a soldier by trade as well although considering how much time he had spent and looked after the Winchester brothers, it had given him his own mind and made him realise that people could be saved in different ways. Which was why he realised this was what he had to do to save his brothers. He could use his connections and play these games in order to win, where was God anyway? Was this what it had come down too? He had been so used to listening to what he was told to do. He had been so used to playing this characters part of him didn’t know how to react in this situation. But the brothers had taught him what to do.

He was using his knowledge with Sam and Dean to play this out. Castiel didn’t know if he would wanted to rule heaven, he wasn’t even sure being in charge would suit him but he knew that he would not allow Raphael to be in charge, he could already imagine what would happen if that Angel was in charge. Raphael wasn’t someone he particular liked or thought of to be a good Angel. Which was why he had to do this for the sake of all the Angels’, he had to do this for everyone included, even Balthazar because sure as hell once Raphael was in charge and realised Balthazar was alive, he would surely come for him and all the weapons he had stolen. It couldn’t go well for any of them if this was how they stayed, so they had to do what was best for all of them. Which was standing up against Raphael and making sure he wasn’t the one in charge of heaven, that was far too much power for one Angel to have.

“Both Lucifer and Michael are too caught up in their scabble to understand what is happening. Our brothers and sisters are scared or well they don’t understand what is happening and Raphael is just taking advantage of that. He’s making them believe this is what they need.”

Castiel tried to explain to his brother, this wasn’t going to be an easy trip, after all if Michael or Lucifer was in charge they would be having a completely different conversation, they were normally the people that took charge, they were God’s favourite in any case but they were children when it came to the long run, they had an ongoing feud which wasn’t going away any time soon and it took priority over everything else including their brothers and sisters in the world. Unfortunately Lucifer and Michael couldn’t get over there thing with each other and that was the reason they couldn’t be included in this fight.

Which was why Castiel was now pushing to take charge and be the saviour his brothers were supposed to be. Castiel didn’t particular want to be in charge and he didn’t really want to do the job his brothers were supposed be doing or even the job God was supposed to be doing.

“The Winchester’s wont interfere with our plans, I promise you that much. I understand your way of thinking Balthazar and I don’t fault you for it. We just have to make sure we make it through and Raphael does not”

Castiel agreed with the slight nod of his head. He understood where his brother was coming from after all he was in hiding and had been in hiding for a long time. Castiel hadn’t always agreed with his brother and the things he had done but he was okay with it now and understood where he was coming from after all he needed his help and his weapons in this situation.

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“Then you better prove you aren’t like the rest my brother. Some might care to venture you are more loyal to the Winchesters then you are to your brothers and sisters if you keep disappearing from Heaven to help them. Anytime Raphael is up there it’s just giving them more reason to follow him then you.”

      The angel pointed out. Castiel was too much at the beck and call of those hunter brothers and seemingly not upstairs doing enough damage control. The more time Raphael spent in Heaven, the more time he had in order to sway the others to his ways. Not that it helped that no one seemed to stand against him or disagree. They agreed with him whether it be out of fear or confusion since God had left the building. They were mindless sheep.

        Whatever game plan Raphael was concocting was indeed working. Between Raphael and Castiel, unfortunately Balthazar could see them swaying to their dick brother. Perhaps it was because he was an Arch Angel. They were much more powerful then the normal angels so to speak. The Arch Angels were the warrior angels. It wasn’t hard to see why the mindless herd upstairs would be following him, even if they had a nagging feeling at the back of their mind that what they were doing was wrong. That Raphael’s ways were wrong. That God would disapprove if he were here. But what were they going to say? What were they going to do? It was likely they would be smited if they disagreed or locked up somewhere. Raphael would only engage those who agreed with him and didn’t stand against him. Anyone who would decide to stand against him would be making grave mistakes on their parts. Which is why whatever Castiel would be doing to rebel against his brother would surely have to be done with a more calculated tactic where Raphael didn’t catch on to what he was doing. Which is why he was here enlisting the help of the angel who was meant to be dead. But instead he just faked his own death and made off with a bunch of Heaven’s most valuable possessions to keep him protected. And it had been working for a good chunk of time.. Until he was recently sought out to fight a battle he honestly wanted no part of. Balthazar was perfectly happy living in his own little bubble of a world and taking souls for himself.

“Right you are Castiel. But how do you intend to sway their minds from Raphael’s influence when they are scared and confused? If Raphael catches wind of what you’re doing you better be prepared for a fight. And you sure as hell better hope you win.”

      He agreed, reminding him of what he surely already knew. Otherwise why else would he be here? Balthazar wasn’t a last ditch effort, but he was someone who would be a valuable asset to this battle with his little collection of weapons and defences. There were still things that could counter what he had in Heaven and he knew what some of those things were since he didn’t steal every single little thing.

      Even though Balthazar was pretty sure Castiel was being true to what he was saying about those hunters, he still couldn’t help but quip and smirk. He was pretty confident those meddlesome brothers would find some way to interfere, it was simply in their nature. Between the two of them, they seemed to be in every kind of battle and survived off their extended nine lives.

“Whatever you say Castiel, but I’m not holding my breath.”

      He said. He may have believed the part where Castiel would give them a warning but at the end of the day those brothers were going to do what was necessary. And worst case scenario, perhaps they would be handy for something - like bait. Balthazar was pretty sure anyone would take up the opportunity to catch one of the famous Winchesters if they were just dangling there on a stick.

“Now aside from the Winchesters and myself, what other allies do you hope to enlist since you can’t rely on all the angels upstairs should a battle break out.”

     The angel’s curiosity continued to peak. If Castiel was anything like Balthazar, he would need to think a few steps ahead, maybe even ten just to be on the safe side and have multiple plans of actions.