#blackbane

“Is that my phone?” Lance’s voice drifted from the bathroom. 

Theia glanced down at the screen again, at the name there, and walked over to the bathroom, yanking the door open. Lance never locked doors, she had come to notice. The other man let out a loud squeal and floundered for a towel. 

“Hey, what the fuck?!”

“Who is she?” Theia demanded. 

“Theia, I’m naked!” Lance screeched.

“Who the fuck is she?” Theia shouted, choosing to ignore the naked part. At least for the moment. She couldn’t get distracted. Not again. 

“Who the fuck is who?” Lance groaned, having successfully secured a towel, as he wrapped it hastily around his waist. 

“This—this woman on your phone,” Theia showed him the screen, not that he could see it. “Why does she call you all the time?”

“I have no idea what you’re—”

“Régine!” Theia snapped, hating how beautiful the name sounded. “Who is she? Some French bitch you keep on the side?”

“Jesus,” Lance said, running a hand down his wet face. “Did she call me? Which one?”

“Which one?” Theia repeated incredulously. 

“Is it Régine or Régine with the flower emoji next to it?” Lance clarified. 

“Oh, so you have multiple women on the side, is it?” Theia fumed as she all but hurled the phone at him. “You know what, fuck you. Fuck this. I’m going back to my parents' place.”

Lance, who had sounded confused and frustrated up until that point, sounded very serious all of a sudden. He took a step closer towards her too. “You know going home is not an option.”

“Fuck you,” Theia said, because what else was there to say. “And fuck Régine with the flower emoji.”

“Oh, it was her then,” Lance nodded. 

Theia cursed him in Spanish, muttering words she promised her parents she’d never say, as she slammed the bathroom door and went back into the bedroom. She needed to pack her things. She needed to go back home. 

This place was crazy. The Lightwood-Banes were crazy. Every single one of them. 

Except for Cami, of course. 

Maybe she should text Cami now. She’d help break Theia out of here, right? She’d understand that Theia can’t be married to this lying, cheating, insufferable asshole for another second, right?

Theia was angrily folding her nightgowns into one of the duffel bags when the bathroom door opened, and Lance stepped out. He clearly didn’t finish showering and was still wet all over. 

Theia averted her eyes. Fuck him. She didn’t need any more of his bullshit. 

“Her name is Bellefleur,” Lance told her. “That’s why the flower emoji is there.”

“Cute,” Theia commented. “You do with all your side pieces?”

“I need the emojis,” Lance explained in quiet frustration. “Especially if there is more than one contact under the same name. Otherwise, I get confused when my phone announces who is calling.”

Theia didn’t know what to say to that. She was slowly getting used to how Lance’s life was different to her own, even in the littlest of ways, because of his disability. She knew he was frustrated by her ignorance. But it’s not like he ever bothered to explain himself, not unless she pushed him. She always had to push him, and she was getting tired of it. 

“You thought she was what? My mistress?” Lance asked when she was quiet. 

“Wouldn’t be surprised if she was,” Theia replied flatly. “Not entirely uncommon in your family, is it?”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Lance warned. 

Theia clamped her mouth shut, knowing Lance always flew off the handle when his family was insulted. But she didn’t regret what she said. Her father taught her to speak the truth, even if the truth was bitter and made people mad. 

“You really think I’d do that to you? To anyone?” Lance asked, looking annoyed now. “I know neither of us wanted this marriage, but the least you could do is stop acting like you’re the only one being inconvenienced here.”

“I’m not the one texting other women,” Theia hissed at him. 

“I’m not allowed to text other women now?” Lance demanded. 

“You text her every fucking day!” Theia pointed out hotly. “Don’t fucking deny it. Your phone lights up with her name every night, Lance.”

“Are you spying on me?” Lance lifted a brow carefully. “Not entirely uncommon in your family, is it?”

Theia saw red at that. She stomped over to him and glared with full force, even if she knew he couldn’t see it. “You of all people don’t have the right to shit on my family. Not when yours is the biggest clusterfuck New York has ever seen.”

“You really shouldn’t say that,” Lance said lightly. “You’re a Lightwood-Bane now too.”

“Maybe not for long,” Theia muttered under her breath and walked back to the closet, packing her things haphazardly. 

Lance didn’t follow after her. She hated that he didn’t. She hated that she wanted him to. 

She hated New York. She hated the Lightwood-Banes. 

“She’s not my mistress,” Lance whispered when he finally walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Sure,” Theia rolled her eyes. 

“Régine is my brother’s friend.”

Theia paused at that. She turned around, the purple camisole tangled in her fingers. “The brother in Paris?”

Lance nodded quietly. He didn’t say anything more. Theia wanted to smack him. But she walked over instead. She pushed. She always had to push. 

“Okay?” Theia said. “But why is she texting you every day?”

“She gives me updates,” Lance murmured. 

“Updates?” Theia repeated, and then bit her lip. “Is this about your…family business?”

“No. No, Régine has nothing to do with any of this shit,” Lance sighed. “She gives me updates about my brother.”

“What updates?” Theia frowned. 

Lance rubbed his face tiredly. His fingers were pruned from the half-shower, but still beautiful. She always thought he had beautiful hands, especially when he played the guitar. 

“He has a drug problem.” Lance let out a heavy sigh. “She texts me every day because I asked her to text me every day. They’re roommates. In Paris. She’s keeping an eye on him.”

“Oh,” Theia said, feeling a little stupid now. 

But she tried not to blame herself. How the fuck was she supposed to know any of this? He never told her anything. Nobody ever told her anything. For crying out loud, she didn’t even know that Lance had a brother until a few weeks ago. Lance never spoke about him. The guy, whoever he was, certainly didn’t come for the wedding either. 

“Well, how was I supposed to know that?” Theia grumbled, refusing to feel embarassed for her ignorance. “I didn’t even know you cared about your brother.”

Lance looked up at that. He smiled, not cocky like usual, but in a way that made his whole face look sad. “Then you don’t fucking know anything about me.”

lance: i can turn into demons :(

theia:

This thought occured to me a while ago:

Reemember when David first met Max when they were 10 in LBAF? And Max walked into the infirmary and everyone was worried about David saying something rude because of how Albert had treated Magnus. But David just looked at Max and called him beautiful.

Now remember in LBAF 5, the scene where we find out that Lance burns Kincaid's chest and Kincaid burns Lance when he touches him? I think it was at a party or a rune ceremony I don't remember, but I remember Theia being there. And every time Lance raised his voice she yelped or something?

Now imagine Achilles and Leila observing that behaviour. And they were probably worried about the Idris biases getting to Theia, that maybe she squealed because she was scared or disgusted or something. So I can totally see them trying to talk to her about it after, just sitting down with her and telling her that she shouldn't treat Lance any different from everyone else, that he is the same as all the other kids. And Theia would be like, no he is not. And when Achilles asked why, Theia would go like "He is really pretty pa".

Now imagine Achilles saying that story to Rory and Tina years later. And Theia blushing and Lance smirking.

I love, love, love Blackbane. I miss them so much😭

Also, congrats on this ridiculously amazing achievement! Those are a lot of words and every single one of them was poetry. I'm not even exaggerating, your stories are so beautifully written and I'll always be grateful I stumbled into them.🌼💛

On a side note, power outages suck, I do not want to know how hard they must be. I mean we had one last week, it lasted all night. You never fully realize who dependent we are on electricity. And then it's gone and you can't even sit down to read about book. How are you copying with it?Frustrating as hell, I hope that there will be no more of that over there!

PS: I saw this clip on tik tok and it kinda gave me blackbane vibes? I haven't seen that movie but I kinda want to now? Let me know if you have and if it's worth it

I LOVED THIS.

I definitely think it's canon that Achilles and Leila observed and addressed it with Theia. Considering that they were very young (5 or something?), I can see why she was afraid of Lance (or rather his powers).

Also, Theia saying Lance is not like other people because he's really pretty. SHE NEEDS TO TELL HIM THAT. I KNOW THAT BOY WILL BLUSH.

We've got a quality blackbane scene in part 3 (i swear they will get their head out of their asses, and but they I mean Lance lol).

Thank you for the solidarity. This was temporary so it ended in four days, but I got war flashbacks from 2022 when we had serious power cuts every day because my country was in an economic crisis. Fun fact, if y'all remember, the whole magical blackout plotline in LBAF was inspired by the powercut crisis in my country, so I was genuinely like I WILL unleash hell again if this shit doesn't get fixed. But it's fixed now yay :)

ALSO THAT CLIP OMG VICKY? WHO IS THAT? WHAT IS THAT? I'M SOOOO WATCHING IT LOL. (Also that banter is soooo them).

She is:

An aspiring writer

Under the tutelage of Gay Yoda™ Alec

Covering her sister's ass 24/7

The only person her father is afraid of

Lance finds it extremely hot. The courage. And the reverse psychology of it all.

(I know this I not a conch shell but I do imagine the evil shell like this. Hehe.)

I love this headcanon!!