A/N: 1st thing 1st, I know I posted pt 1 ages ago. I'm sorry. It was after a comment asking for part 2 I realized how many 1 parters I have. 

So...2nd thing is if there is anything that doesn't have a part 2 or isn't a completed series that you want completed comment the name under this chapter and I'll do them next. 

And thirdly I, for the time, no longer have word meaning no spell check meaning errors. I tried to use Grammarly on tumblr but it isn't great. I also only learned to spell because when I was 14 so I'm sorry for any idiotic mistakes.

Part 1

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Magnus X Platonic reader   ----   Mentions of Malec

"Ah shit," Magnus mumbled, looking over the mundane. No serious marks that he could see but that wasn't the issue. What was the high warlock of Brooklyn meant to do with a half-dead mundane who'd already been exposed to the shadoworld? The sound of an alley cat made him jump but also pushed him into action. After all, it could've been a shadowhunter who would assume the worst. Thank the lords for magic, Magnus thought as he summoned a portal. He pulled the mundanes arm around his shoulder and dragged her up. She groaned lightly and her head lolled to the side. It was a pitiful sight. Magnus clicked his fingers to make the bag beside her follow them through the portal. Once home Magnus dragged the mundane to the sofa, clearing his makeup he'd left there off with magic. Chairman meow gave Magnus what he could only assume as a questioning look before walking away. He couldn't be distracted though. The only thing worse than having a half-dead mundane is having its corpse on your couch. They were a teen after all. Someone had to care about them surely. Sun shining across (Y/N)'s face woke her up the next morning. The first thing she felt was confusion as she stared at the chandelier but it didn't last long as an aching pain took over her body. Her limbs felt heavy and her head stuffy. Despite the pain, she propped herself up on her elbows. The blanket that had been over her slipped down. Blanket? She wondered. Looking around the room didn't help her confusion. Elaborately decorated with ornaments that by themselves cost more than her foster parents home. Not to mention antiques carelessly scattered across the place. A meow made her jump. Along with the blanket, she'd accidentally pushed a cat off her stomach. It meowed angrily at her, moving down slightly to lay down on her lap, falling back asleep. "I see you've met chairmen," A voice made her jump. The cat scurried off her lap, sending a quick hiss, before settling on an armchair. "Ignore him, darling. How are you feeling?" "Okay?" It came out as a question. The man came into view and (Y/N) took in his appearance. A tall Asian man dressed in turquoise skinny jeans, black shirt, and more rings than fingers. He had on a better cat eye than she could ever achieve and several earrings on. "Magnus?" "Indeed," He sat on the armrest of the sofa by her feet. (Y/N) sat up, pulling the blanket to cover her "I'm afraid we'll need to check your wounds before you go," "Wounds?" Magnus looked down for a moment "From the monsters," he looked back at her, "the ones that you saw before. Looks like they want a clean job," "Monsters?" she questions. Her brain felt like it was unraveling "Their not real. Thugs killed my parents. Monsters aren't real." "Who said that?" "Miss Claudette. And all my other therapists." Magnus summoned a coffee, knowing this would be a long day. (Y/N) flinched slightly but didn't seem completely shocked, "Well these shrinks would say that. Shadowhunters aren't too keen on mundane relationships," "Shadowhunters?" "This is gonna be a long morning," Magnus muttered. Realising all his plans for the day were now not optional he called to cancel his appointment with the queen. He could extend her life tomorrow anyway. "So shadowhunters are the ones with tats, vampires are very stereotypical but don't sparkle, and wolves run the precinct?" (Y/N) tried to clarify. "Pretty much," Magnus shrugged "The faes are the trickster and the warlocks the queens of the downworld." "Course you'd think that," Magnus shot a fake glare, "What about me? What am I?" Magnus looked the girl over with pursed lips "A headache," he decided. He got up from his spot on the couch and headed to the kitchen "I'm making eggs want any?" "Sure, but-" she jumped off the couch, following him, "what do you mean a headache?" Magnus sighed as he started cracking eggs "I don't know. I'm a warlock, not a psychic. Probably either a mundane with the sight or your mum was friendly with the milkman," (Y/N) glared at Magnus. Her mum was no cheater "All I know is that if you were a downworlder by birth it would've showed by now. Maybe a half but the clave would know and you wouldn't be with mundies. Speaking of which would you like to call anyone?" "No one to call." "Really?" He asked. (Y/N) shrugged "What will your fosters parents say when you don't come home?" "Yay free cheques no kid. Win-win for them." Magnus looked back to the frying pan. Some people. "What's your plan?" "At first it was to crash at a schoolmates house but I'm not even sure where they live. Figured I'd try being homeless. Heard its a great diet," She tried to joke. "I'm not letting you be homeless," he deadpanned. (Y/N) shrugged "Then call it backpacking," Magnus magicked over some plates to serve the egg on "I've got a spare room. If you want you can have it." "I don't want to be a freeloader," She insisted. Magnus handed her the eggs with a smirk "Never said it was free darling. You can have the room if you clean and look after Chairman. After a long day of appointments, I cannot be bothered cleaning the place. Magic or no magic." "So you want me to be a live-in housemaid?" "Sure, call it what you want. If not I'm sure cardboard is a comfy bed. How're the eggs?" "Good," (Y/N) thought about it "Sure. I mean thanks really. I don't get why you're being so nice though," "Treat people with kindness," Magnus shrugged. "Besides I know what its like. Being exposed to the downworld with no clue. Its only right you have someone to help guide you through it." "Thanks. Really. I don't think anyone's ever so nice," Magnus' heart broke a little. All he'd done is give her a job and eggs. "Hey wait?! Isn't treat people with kindness what Harry Styles says?" "Wise man, great body." The full day was spent helping (Y/N) recover and explaining more about the downworld. And shadowhunters. It was still gnawing at Magnus. How would he explain the mundane working for him? With Valentine seemingly coming back and the Lightwoods persistence, how would he hide it? How could he potentially date Alec and harbor (Y/N)? Unless she wasn't mundane. "How would you feel about doing some tests? Finding out what you are possible," Magnus asked while they were flicking through TV channels. "Id love it. Can we? Like is it possible?" Magnus nodded hesitantly "It is but... it is Complicated. If your potential shadow or downworlder side hasn't shown yet then your probably a mix. Which means more intense tests. Mm taking a lot of magic, blood tests, and spells. Maybe a couple rituals here and there. It could take a while but...you'll get your answers." She was silent for a few moments "Do you think it'll help with my parents? Like, find out who they were?" Magnus nodded "Possibly. What do you think?" "Whats with the sudden interest?" She asked "not even an hour ago you were telling me it wasn't that important right now? Whats with the change of heart?" "You remember the shadowhunters?" She nodded "Yeah well they're sticklers for rules. If they find out I'm harboring a mundane they'd send me to the silent city which is a whole other lesson. Plus I'm kinda curious, aren't you?" "First of all, of course, I'm curious. It's my blood. Second of all why would they find out? Do they do house checks or something?" "Only if there something suspicious. But theirs this shadowhunter who might be around sometimes." (Y/N) seemed to realize "Oh! Your dating one of them, I get it." "Not yet. Maybe, probably. I don't know. But for now, you need to lay low." "Okay. I'm down with that," They settled on a channel but neither really cared. It wasn't until "Magnus and shadowhunters sitting in a tree," (Y/N) mumbled with a sly grin. "What have I got myself into?" He muttered. Chairmans meow caught their attention. Magnus picked him up to sit him on his lap but he scurried out of his lap to sit with (Y/N) "Betrayed!" Magnus cried. (Y/N) laughed lightly, petting the cat who purred. It was nice seeing her smile. Not in the way Magnus lit up when Alexander did it. More like...brotherly?...parental? Magnus almost shivered at the idea. Him, a dad?

words: 593 fluff.

As your reflection showed its self on the small mirror over the sink in your bathroom, your skin looked nice and glowing as the morning sun appeared in the small rum. you looked good your outfit was pleasant to the eye and comfortable wear, but there was just one thing wrong, something that you couldn’t change no matter what. you tried repeatedly going to diffident warlocks all over the city, but no one could help you. the color, the shape everything was wrong, the way you always looked tired no matter how much sleep you got the night before, you felt cursed everyone around you had beautiful eyes, that looked amazing and vivid and yours just looked dull and boring. they say people fall in love with someone’s eyes, so how could anyone ever fall for you.

A knock on the door echoed out throw you room you had gotten when you come to the institute, ‘’coming ‘’ you yelled as you walked out of the bathroom over towards the door, as you open up the door Jace was standing right in front of you ‘’Jace’’ you said a little surprised since you and him didn’t really talk the much, only if you had a mission together, ‘’so what bring you here, do we have a mission?’’ you asked   curious of why he was here at your door, ‘’no we don’t, I just wanted to talk’’  he said looking down at the ground not making eye contact, ‘’talk?’’ you asked confused, he nodded his head up and down not saying a word, ‘’what do you want to talk about?’’ you questioned again hoping for an answer this time, ‘’can I come in’’ he said in a low stressed voice, ‘’ sure come right in’’ you said as you moved a step away from the door making room for him in inter. You turned around and saw his large back, you were sure is necessary a plane could land on the back.

‘’so Jace what did you want to talk about’’   you asked once again, ‘’you’’ he voiced out as he turned to face you, ‘’me’’ your voice sounded surprised, why would he want to talk about you, ‘’yeah you, you always seam distracted, on missions and even now, you never make eye contact with anyone so we don’t really know if you are paying attention to what we are saying’’ he said it loud he almost yelled it out, not only that he sounded really annoyed with you, and sure you understood it but when had you ever given them any chance to daunt you, you always did as told and not only that you did a great job as a shadowhunter too, ‘’so?’’ you said annoyed with him,  ‘’I’m a great shadowhunter and I have given you no reason for you to think otherwise have I?’’ you yelled as you seamed to get more mad at him, for coming to you just to tell you that your bad at making eye contact, but so what many people are, ‘’no you haven’t’’ he replied in a lower voice than before, ‘’it’s just hard to know if you understand what  the mission is about, and it would be great if you tried to make more eye contact with the team and me’’ he added in a soft voice no longer sounding annoyed, ‘’I don’t know if I can’’ you replied in a whisper so quit that you weren’t sure if he heard you, ‘’why’ he asked curious to why you said what you did, ‘’it’s just that I’m self-conscious’’ you whispered as you turned you face down towards the ground embarrassed, ‘’why, you are like the most amazing person I have ever met’’ he said, making you head jerk up fast to see if he meant what he had just said, ‘’I just don’t like when people look me in the eyes’’ you said in a low voice as you tried to avoid eye contact. ‘’but why’’ he asked not getting it, but why wound he, his eye where so beautiful and full of color, ‘’ I hate my eyes’’ you whispered as tears slowly started to appeared in your eyes, making your vision a little blurry, he toke a step closer to you, placing his hands on the side of your shoulders, you could feel the heat from his hand penetrate you shirt, ‘’ your eyes are the most stunning once I have ever seen, whenever I look at them I seam to get lost and not wanting to be found again, I remember the first time our eyes met my entire world flipped out side down, the way the sun hit them was breath taking and still is’’ he spoke out in a soft and caring voice, the tears that previously had started to form was know threating to make their journey down your rosy cheeks, ‘’place don’t cry, even though you look just as beautiful with tears in your eyes’’  he pulled you close and wrapped his strong arms around you holding you tight to his body, you tears you had been trying to hold back fell and hit his shirt making it damp, the warmth from his body was gentle and relaxing, you never wanted to leave his arms. the person you never though in a million years would care about you did, and it sparked a new feeling in you, it felt like a fire was burning in you, your heart beating just a little faster and a little louder. the heat from his arm left you as he removed his arms from your body, your eyes met.