Hey, Mia! I’m fairly new to the shadowhunters fandom, I just binge-read your works and they. are. amazing. May I leave you a prompt so that more awesomeness shall be created? “Do it. I dare you.” For Jalec. Or, if you are feeling more inclined to angst: “It never works for us and it never will” – for Jalec as well and preferably this sentence spoken by Alec. Thank you :)

miazeklos:

Hey yourself! <3 Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked them and I hope you enjoy this one too and sorry for being so atrociously late with it ;x. I kind of used both quotes, because they seemed to fit well ;D


Sometimes when he was alone and unglamoured in the mundane world, Jace was amazed at just how unsupervised everyone was. Of course, there were cameras everywhere. He had always known that – the Institute had access to most of them – but the purpose here was to make people feel safe rather than watched.

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Alec and Jace, having to hide a love that could cost them everything… This hurts in all the right ways. 🙂

Wouldn’t Be Anywhere Else, by Emmybazy

Wouldn’t Be Anywhere Else, by Emmybazy

Captain America Has a Fella, by PR Zed (przed)

Captain America Has a Fella, by PR Zed (przed)

I was looking THE gif where Alec’s eyes went to Jace’s lips and wondered how it’d turn out if Alec just kissed him right there. “Look, if you want to follow mom’s ord–“

dnteverdoubtme:

“I just thought you’d think that…”

          For a moment there, Alec had almost said it out loud. Hearing Jace said those unthinkable four words, – I love you too – even if he didn’t meant them quite like that, was enough to completely throw him off, his carefully constructed barriers all but crumbled in the face of painful, uncontainable hope.   

          But Jace hadn’t meant it like that and his foolish hope was as quick to die down as it had been to rise. Still, it left a trail in its wakening and Alec still felt the lingering effects of it as he struggled to maintain a conversation with his parabatai. I just thought you’d think that-

“What?”

          That it’s true; That I’m love with you; That I’m gay. They were all truths, and all words Alec bit back and swallowed down almost visibly so, uttering a dismissal in their place and feeling it rest upon his tongue as heavy as lead: Whatever.

          His eyes betrayed the feigned carelessness of his words, drawn as they were to Jace’s features, helpless but to fall down to his full lips and wonder. I love you too, Jace had told him, and even while he said it and a foolish part of Alec’s heart allowed itself to hope, the rest of him had thought No, you don’t. Not the way I love you. 

          Now Jace settled for his dismissal, his lie, accepting to pretend everything was okay even though it clearly wasn’t and Alec never thought it would be again. He had exactly what he thought he wanted. Jace was dropping the subject, letting it go, this brief raw moment between the two of them coming to an end with a simple set of words.

          In that very moment, Alec realized he didn’t want it to end, taken by a burst of courage he surged forward, cutting Jace off mid-sentence as he reached for his shirt and pulled him upwards and forward.    

“If you want to follow Mom’s ord– ” the words died on his parabatai’s lips, swallowed by Alec’s kiss. 

          Jace’s mismatched eyes were open wide at first, the shock of what was happening keeping them so for a while longer before he caved. They were standing in the middle of the dais, literally anyone could walk in and they would find the parabatai duo in the most compromising of embraces. Knowing what it must have took for Alec to do so, Jace didn’t have it in him to stop it and, were he to be honest with himself, it wasn’t like he wanted to either. 

          The kiss was rough, carried by Alec’s unique combination of inexperience and determination, a press of lips as first that evolved into something more with one heavy exhale. Alec kept waiting for Jace to push him away, the moment he finally realized the blonde simply wouldn’t, he melted. 

          A quiet whimper came up the back of his throat, the emotion of the moment unable to be bore quietly. They were kissing and Alec was smiling into it, smiling wide and pressing the sharp line of his smile into Jace’s slowly moving, welcoming lips.

This, Alec though brightly, loosening his hand on Jace’s only to rest it openly over his parabatai’s heart

– there was no surprise in realizing the beat of it mirrored his own

This is how I love you.

          It was his first kiss, and already Alec knew he’d never want to kiss anyone else.

This just makes me melt. Seriously, that last sentence alone – perfect… *happy sigh*

Aren’t all the good stories
always like this?
Passed from one mouth to another
with one or two things melting into the tongues
of those who preach the sanctified word.
Forever lost,
altered history.

We’re seventy years worth of good stories
and for seventy years, many have tried to tell them.

But somehow in all the madness
of good people and bad people
of right and wrong
they forgot to tell the story of how much I love you.

As if the heavy slope of my shoulders
doesn’t write a hundred paragraphs.
As if the way I look at you
doesn’t write the singular ending.

You are my epilogue,
my prologue,
and every chapter that exists in between.

Everybody, sit down.

I have a story to tell.

Scribble-Doodle: Make-Believe

drakamena:

A tragically sad Jalec drabble, an AU with no powers. I wanted to try something different, a different form… TW: death.


“… and when I found out that the treatment didn’t work, that he was dying, I decided to give him what I’ve always known he wanted: my love, the love of a lover, not just that of a friend, and I gave him everything, I held nothing back, because it wasn’t about me, it was about him, and I never thought I could feel that way about another man, not once, but I did, I did, about him

… and you know what the most tragic part of this is? Just before he died, he said to me, ‘Thank you for pretending.’”

Way to break my heart in so few words… 🙁