A/N: Hello, everyone! I noticed that I had quite a few ideas that weren't long enough to develop into full-story fics, so I decided to write "Bits of Chaos and Magic", which is a compilation of all these short stories in just one place. Each chapter is an individual story unrelated to the other chapters unless I explicitly say so. "Do it for Him" is the first chapter, and it's about Anastasia right after Call pulls Constantine's head out of his backpack. I'll keep on adding new chapters as inspiration hits.

The title of the chapter was taken from the song "Do it for him/her" from Steven Universe.

Happy Magisterium Day 2k17!

I also published this on AO3 (username: MidnightHalo27)

Disclaimer: The Magisterium book series belongs to Cassandra Clare and Holly Black, not me.

I hope you like it! Reviews, kudos, etc are awesome! Constructive criticism is very welcome, but flames will be used to roast marshmallows.

Bits of Chaos and Magic

by:GakuenAlicefan27

Chapter 1: Do it for Him

The shrieks echo around the room. People scream, people gasp, people stare, and she feels sick.

Get a grip. She thinks. Keep up with the façade.

Tears prickle her eyes.

This is just an empty shell. She tells herself. Your son is not there anymore; he hasn't been there for years. He's alive and well and you have to keep up with this game if you want to be able to help him when he needs you.

Her mind wanders back to the first time she saw him in this new body, at the Rajavi's party. She hadn't expected to find him there; Alex had said he was not coming. But still, there he was: dirty clothes and ruffled hair and worrying more about going after his wolf than about what people would think of him.

He had always had a soft spot for animals.

She had wanted to hug him, then. It's okay. You're not alone. Mom is here. Mom will protect you. They won't hurt you. They can hurt me but I won't let them hurt you.

He is her child, even though he doesn't remember her.

You can hurt me but I won't let you hurt yourself.

He is her child, even though now he's Alastair's too.

Her gaze goes to Alastair. He hasn't recognized her, but she remembers him; sees the traces of the boy he used to be, sees all the ways in which life has changed him.

Thank you. Thank you for being his friend. Thank you for being his father. Thank you for not killing him. Thank you for raising him. Thank you for loving him.

She focuses on her boy, standing there in the middle of the room, holding his old body's decapitated head for the Assembly to see. He's not calm and collected like he used to be. He's nervous, trying to feign nonchalance. He's scared, he's small, he's just a kid – but his grey eyes are still fierce; they still hold a storm in them.

I love you.

Her hands shake. Your son is strong; always was, always will be. She takes a deep breath. You have to be strong too. You already failed him once, you can't fail him again.

She sits just a little bit straighter.

Never again.

A/N: Thank you for reading!

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