Dear god, this fic is simply brilliant – the intense bond between Jace and Alec, even when (or rather, because) they can’t be parabatai anymore, their growing longing, the pain and angst, it left me breathless.
It’s not like Alec is blind to the consequences; of course he isn’t. He’s more than capable of understanding that at their core, each of them would always lead back to his decision to keep Jace alive whatever the cost. Nothing else had mattered then. It still doesn’t now.
“You’re doing the thing,” Alec wrinkles his forehead.
“What?” Jace smolders at him, no other words for it, eyes burning and jaws working in that way that makes the bottom drop out of Alec’s stomach.
“I’d say undressing me with your eyes but it’s, um, multiplied by a lot.” Alec opens his mouth trying to catch his breath because there suddenly seems to not be enough air for it, running his eyes down Jace’s body and back up and down again helplessly.
Magnus finds young Alec and Isabelle living on the streets of New York in a time of chaos among the Downworlders and takes them in. He doesn’t know their last name, how they ended up on the streets, or why they seem to have so many secrets, but they have the Sight and he can’t bear to leave them on their own.
As they grow older and discover the atrocities happening in the Shadoworld, Alec takes on the mantle his mother had left behind to protect his family. And Jace? He’s a whirlwind of flirting and secrets that crashes into their lives and refuses to leave. Together they may bring about the change the Shadoworld needs.
Teen, canon-divergence. This is simply wonderful – an epic-length story that’s about family and Shadow world politics as much as about two boys falling in love.
It was exactly like Jace had imagined it. The parabatai bond was the most intimate and yet the most unobtrusive thing he’d ever felt. It pulsed under his skin like a second heart; like his soul had moved a little to the side to make place for Alec’s and it was fascinating in ways Jace had never thought of.
Teen, Jace POV. This is gorgeous, going from Jace’s arrival at the Institute to the end of season 1.
It had all come together tonight. They had fought in perfect, perfect unison, Jace always exactly where Alec needed him to be, Alec always exactly where Jace needed him to be. They had both slipped into a wild uninterruptible series of perfect hits, each at his absolute fastest and strongest, and Alec had felt the fight become an art form. A dance, Alec and Jace the centerpieces, the demons the counterpoint, slain. All the more thrilling for its being a secret. They weren’t on a mission; it was just them and their recklessness, in a fresh new city with fresh new weapons just waiting to be broken in.
Teen, pre-canon. A perfect fight leaves two parabatai tired – and sharing a bed… This is lovely.
Summary: “Alec.” It’s him. It’s easy to tell, not just by the insults that the Owl keeps hurling at anyone who tries to speak in the room around him but by the dazed look in Jace’s eyes; the persistent fog that he can’t quite shake off yet. “What’s going on?”
Notes: Based on 3×07; takes place somewhere vaguely in the aftermath of it.