I don't own MI. If I did, Clary would have a puppy. And Magnus would be the main character.
Kinda alternate reality. Sadly, Malec never happened here.
One-sided boyXboy.
And just FYI, Sean isn't actually a Werewolf.
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For a friend. A friend who has a crush on a guy who is dating a friend.
Actually, just for Jessie
Don't worry, no hard feelings.
Oregano.
-(MagnusknowsMAGIC)-
It was hot. And sunny.
Very hot. In fact, it was so hot, that Jace was sparring without his shirt on.
It was, in fact, VERY DISTRACTING.
Alec was watching a film on how to teach a new shadowhunter (against his will) for Clary.
Always Clary.
That was all he had ever talked about. He. Jace.
Alec was in love with him. Jace, that is.
But Jace loved Clary, and Clary loved Jace.
Simple.
Yet so complex.
Why was he so alone?
He could have Magnus, he supposed, of a number of gay mundies. Or really any not straight downworlder.
There was a werewolf named Sean that liked him.
And a vampire named Erick. An Italian vampire too.
There was the Phooka, from Magnus' party, and the fairy from the Starbucks down the street.
Jace.
Jace.
JACE.
JACE.
"Jace?" A timid, quiet voice asked. Clary.
Alec turned back toward the screen, disgusted.
THUMP.
Clary was slammed against the wall, though obviously not unwillingly. Jace was kissing her, his hands holding the sides of her head. She was kissing him back.
Her hands were splayed on his shoulder blades.
Jace.
Jace.
Jace Jace JaceJacejacejace.
"I hope you die Clary." Alec whispered, then exited quietly.
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-(finished)-
So how was it?
I'm not quite sure I liked it, but it's late.
Yeah. That's what you get when you're out with your friends on a Friday night. Along with multiple odd conversations about sock monkeys, boy's locker rooms, and of course, shooting your dog in the foot. And oregano.
I detest oregano. Whatever.
Love to Jessie, Jay Chan, Tracy and of course Nate.
And to Sean for lending his name.
I.A.O.P.