So apparently I can't stop writing Shadowhunter fics! This one is a multi-chapter story that will probably have 6-8 chapters. I thought it would be interesting to do a story where Clary kinda decides to go all wild when she finds out Jace is her brother. The pairs will change around each chapter, and some chapters will only be in-betweens. This chapter is Magnus/Clary.


Rebellion
Chapter 1

Clary can feel her heart breaking. Utterly shattering as she walks away from Jace's room. Losing her mother had been an unimaginable pain, but this, this was something else.

Jace is her brother. Her brother.

Hot tears sting her eyes but she refuses to let them fall. She is a shadowhunter now, she doesn't get to cry, doesn't get to hurt like this, doesn't get to acknowledge the fact that her entire world is falling apart because she's in love with Jace. Jace her brother.

For a brief moment she leans against the wall, unable to keep walking. She is absolutely wrecked. But she only allows herself to feel it for a few seconds before she forces all of the emotions down.

Slowly she straightens up and keeps walking. Deciding that she needs to clear her head. No one takes much notice of her as she leaves the institute, she thinks that maybe they're glad to see the back of her.

As she walks along the streets of Manhattan she tries to get a grip on herself. Thoughts of her mother, Isabelle, Luke, Simon, Alec and Jace swarm through her mind. She doesn't know how to save her mother, feels so guilty about Isabelle being put on trial, Simon being a vampire and Alec giving up his parabatai bond with Jace. But more than anything she thinks about her love for Jace.

She feels lost, broken and without purpose, but she refuses to wallow in self pity. Instead she decides the only course of action is to put all of her feelings for her golden haired prince into a box, and lock it away so deep in her heart that it can never escape. What she doesn't realise is that so much of her heart belongs to Jace, that she's locking away nearly all of herself.

Then again, maybe she is aware of it, and maybe she realises, its for the best.


A few hours pass as she walks the streets, not really having a destination in mind when her cell phone rings.

She looks at the screen and sees Simon's name there, but she doesn't want to talk to him so she hits ignore.

He calls two more times and she ignores both. Sending him to voicemail. She isn't in the mood.

It takes her a while to realise she doesn't really have anywhere to go. She can't go back to the institute yet, can't face Jace or the hard stares Alec gives her. Can't see her mother lying so lifeless in the middle of the central room.

She doesn't want to go to Simon's and she doesn't want to deal with Luke's concerned gaze. But another idea flashes through her mind, it takes her a few minutes but she finally hails a cab, asking the driver to take her to an address in Brooklyn.

Thirty minutes later she's knocking on an apartment door.

After only a few seconds the door flings open to reveal an irritated Magnus Bane. His hair isn't spiked up as it usually is and his face is devoid of nearly all make up. His outfit is casual but clearly shows off the toned muscles of his body.

For the first time Clary notices how attractive the warlock is.

"Clary! What're you doing here?" His expression had changed upon seeing her standing at his door. Now there is concern in his voice.

"I don't have anywhere else to go..." She tries not to sound desperate or whiny, she isn't a petulant child. Instead she tries to make her voice strong and matter of fact.

"Ah, well come on in. I suppose my loft is turning into the resident inn for wayward Shadowhunters."

He closes the door behind her and she sets her backpack down next to the sofa before looking up at him again.

"I'll get us some wine, I was just going to watch reruns of Project Runway, you can join me."

Clary gives him a little smile.

"Thanks Magnus."


Several hours and glasses of wine later they're both in their pajamas seated on the sofa.

They've been talking about their romantic issues for the last half an hour, and even though Clary hates to unlock her feelings for Jace, even just a little bit after her earlier resolution, its nice talking to Magnus about it. The warlock in turn tells her about his problems with Alec and how broken hearted he is over the boy's engagement. They both sympathize with the other over their lost love, and its something that bonds them together.

In the haze of emotions and alcohol Clary finds herself studying the warlock's face and staring at his lips. They're both sitting cross legged on the sofa, their knees touching. And again she's struck by his beauty.

"Biscuit, you're staring." Magnus' voice is full of teasing but she feels a light blush creep up her cheeks.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I know I'm handsome." His voice is low and flirty.

She giggles at this but can't help but agree with a nod.

A heavy silence falls over them, and its twinged with something else. Her eyes find his lips again as his tongue darts out to wet them.

Clary swallows hard, the alcohol still singing through her veins as a dangerous thought goes through her head. If she can't have Jace she might as well start having a little fun. And then she does something irrational.

Magnus is only a little surprised when he feels Clary's lips on his own. But it isn't unpleasant or unwelcome.

He can feel the heat radiating off of her small body, and feel the buried emotions in the kiss. His mind flashes once to Alec, Alec who is marrying someone else. He knows this is a very bad decision but he doesn't care and suddenly his mind is made up.

His hands tangle in her mane of flame red hair and he's kissing her back, fiercely. She seems to respond to him and moves her body closer, straddling his hips.

She bites on his bottom lip and he gasps a little in surprise. Her ferocity surprises him, but he can't deny he enjoys it. Her tongue is in his mouth seeking out his. His hands trail from her hair to her waist and he squeezes her soft curves.

Clary lets out a little moan into his mouth and suddenly everything is driven from his mind, except for the thought that he wants her.

Their kissing becomes even more frantic and she starts moving her hips in his lap, feeling him straining under her. It's Mangus' turn to gasp.

His hands find the bottom of her night dress and slowly he pulls it up, they break apart long enough for it to go over her head and they're kissing again.

His hands find the clasp on her bra and soon it's discarded to the floor as well. She arches her body into him, begging for more contact.

When his fingers start playing with her hardening nipples she gasps again and breaks away from his lips, tossing her head back in pleasure.

His cat eyes follow her body, narrowed in passion, she is beautiful and he tells her as much.

She pulls up and looks at him again as she find his shirt and pulls it off. Small warm hands skim over his bare chest. Her pupils are dilated and dark with lust. She looks almost feral. He moves in quickly and kisses her again before rolling them over. He's on top of her now, in only his silk boxers.

He feels her squirm beneath him and he's confused for a minute before he realises shes trying to remove her panties.

"Let me"

She freezes eyes locked on his, he snaps his fingers and the garment disappears. Suddenly she's bare to him.

His hands are everywhere on her body, and although this isn't his first time with a woman, it is his first time with a shadowhunter woman.

He takes his time kissing her neck and shoulders, playing with her breasts, tracing the runes on her skin. She's squirming under him again.

"Please Magnus." Her voice is throaty and desperate.

"Are you 100% sure biscuit?"

She nods again, her eyes still impossibly wide and dark.

He snaps his fingers again and his boxers are gone. Her hand moves to grip him immediately as she places him at her entrance.

Their lips lock again and in a moment he pushes into her completely.

Clary gasps in pleasure, she's never felt a man inside of her before and Magnus knows every spot to hit. He pumps his hips into her and she wraps her legs around him pushing into his thighs urging him on.

"Please Magnus faster. I need you."

He doesn't deny her. He speeds up his thrusts and runs his hands down her body until he finds her clit. She cries out in pleasure.

It doesn't take long for her to fall over the edge, and he comes soon after, spilling into her. She's sweaty and panting and looking up at him with wide green eyes.

"Fuck Magnus." It sends a shiver through him hearing her curse like that. Still inside her he feels his length start to harden again. She groans and pulls him against her.

"Again."

And of course he doesn't refuse.


When they finally make it to bed, hours later they are both exhausted and spent. Clary rests her head on Magnus' chest and watches him drift in an out of consciousness.

She smiles at him.

A few hours later Clary is awakened by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She blindly reaches over to silence it without even looking to see who's calling.

She rolls back over and sees Magnus sleepily looking at her.

"Hey biscuit." She smiles at him

"Hey yourself."

"Are you okay? After what we did..." He doesn't sound upset or regretful just concerned.

She doesn't feel any regret either, they are both single and it had been a fun night of sex between friends.

"I'm good. What's casual sex between single friends?"

He smiles at her again.

"I like the way you think!" He suddenly rolls over and kisses her again.

And in that moment she realises that this is how she'll get over Jace.