I don't know what this is. I'm sorry.
Also: For those reading "Snakes and Ravens," I have like very little inspiration but I really want to continue it, so... Open to ideas? I have a few random scenes laid out, but unless you want a compilation of random dramatic scenes, they're not a story.
Also Part Two: I am working on yet another plot bunny (call me Leonardo Da Vinci, what can I say?) and it's a Malec!AU! :D It's got secret relationships, enemies to lovers tropes, gay rainbows, and it's actually a crossover with Castle if that makes sense? IDK man, it's not my brain. I stole it from a passerby, and man is it fucked up! But, hey, take what you can get, I guess. Finders, keepers.
So this fic is basically Maryse on the someday proposal of Malec. I picture them as they are in the show, because Matt and Harry are so perfect for the roles and they basically are Alec and Magnus, so...
Maryse is a lil bit bi-phobic and racist here, and very judgemental against Magnus, but she gets it eventually. She loves her kids, really! Or at least, here she does. She can be a bitch.
Oh, well. Enjoy, I suppose.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No one owns anything. What is this world. This world is nothing. You are nothing. I am nothing. This fiction is nothing. Everything is nothing. All Hail the Glow Cloud.
Maryse had never approved of the relationship her son had with the warlock.
True, it unsettled her that they were both men, but that was something she knew she could easily disregard for Alec's happiness. It wasn't even that Bane was a downworlder- not that particularly pleased her either- but it was that he chose him.
Magnus Bane: Lothario, party-boy, immortally annoying and ridiculous. Why him, of all people? A commitment-phobe, a master of lies and glitter, a powerful downworlder with a flair for trouble and the capacity to hold grudges for lifetimes. She wondered if that was why Bane was with her son at all- revenge. Some way to get back at her and her family. For the Circle, or even for simply the fact that it was no secret that Magnus Bane was not fond of Lightwoods.
It worried her.
No matter what her children thought, she loved all of them very dearly. She simply didn't want Alec to get hurt.
And now, here he was, ready to propose. Propose!
Here, perhaps, was when Bane would break her son's heart. He would never commit to such a thing, even if he wasn't using Alec. It wasn't his way. He flirted and flitted from person to person, and it was surprising he kept it up this long as it was. But now... There was no way he'd do this. Alec was going to freely offer up his kind heart on a silver platter and that warlock was going to crush it.
She tried to convince him otherwise, but he was adamant, lovesick, blind.
He would learn the hard way, she supposed, because she could not save him from this.
She watched from a distance as Alec spoke to the warlock in hushed tones, small smile on his lips and blush staining his cheeks. She watched as he pulled out a ring box and got down on one knee.
She waited for disgust, or rejection, a shake of the head, excuses, crocodile tears or cold laughter.
She got something completely different.
The warlock had both hands over his mouth, long fingers trembling. His wide, unglamoured cat's eyes were gleaming with what seemed to be tears. He made an undignified happy-squeal sound, practically diving into Alec's arms with a very obvious and enthusiastic yes. They kissed, passionately, Alec slipping the simple but beautiful ring onto the warlock's finger, and when they broke apart, Bane gave him a sheepish grin before pulling out a ring of his own. Alec only laughed, allowing the warlock to put it on his finger, then leaning in to kiss him again, the warlock melting easily into his embrace.
She gaped.
Impossible.
The warlock- Magnus Bane- infamously a playboy, flirting with that and sleeping with this, whose only serious relationship known to history being a psychopathic, female vampire, so happily and readily marrying a shadowhunter. A Lightwood. He'd had his own ring, for Angel's sake, as if he'd considered proposing himself!
And the way he'd melted into Alec's touch, the way he was looking at Alec like he was everything he'd ever wanted, every prayer answered. The way Alec gazed at the warlock as if he'd hung the stars and the moon and the whole goddamned solar system, cradled him close as if he was something precious and infinitely beautiful. This was something Maryse had never seen before.
Something she'd never expected to see, especially in her son and a male warlock- Magnus Bane, no less.
But there it was, plain as day. She must have been blind to have missed it before.
Love. True love, the kind in fairy tales and songs.
"Finally see it, do you?" sighed Isabelle, giving her a knowing grin. There was a sigh to her voice, annoyed at Maryse but oh-so-fond of the two down the steps, caught in their own world.
"Yes," Maryse breathed quietly. "I see it."
See? I told you Maryse would get it eventually.
Isabelle is the best sister.
I'm not too satisfied by the ending, but whoever is? I don't like endings. Endings, goodbyes, the last pages of books. Mostly void, partially stars, dying words, or the last shot fired in a terrible war. Nothing is safe. Everything ends. Everything has its time.
Right! Temporary existential crisis over.
(For now.)
Anyways, hope you didn't hate it. PM me or review or something if you have any suggestions or prompts. Can't guarantee that I'll do it, but hey, I'll almost definitely answer unless I die horribly (meh, that'll only delay me for a few hours), lose wi-fi (dear lord i might not survive), or I suddenly, miraculously get like, 5,006,032,642,000,270,658,004,309,564 people messaging me or something. Or like, 11, idk man, both of those numbers sound overwhelming.
Uh, yeah, that's all I got for now, folks. Breadstick out.
