Fanfiction Request for Marvel-HQ-In-221B
I do not own the characters, they are the creation of the wonderful Cassandra Clare.
It felt like only yesterday when Clary and Simon together had took the jump and plunged into the Shadow World, when they had met the relentless Jace Herondale, the fearless Alec Lightwood, the beautiful Isabelle Lightwood and the outrageous Magnus Bane. Though despite everything she had been through since then; including losing her demonic brother and gaining her real brother for the last few minutes of his life, as well as Simon sacrificing his immortality and memories for the life Magnus. They had all taken big steps and grown a lot since then, finally Simon was regaining his memory and his ascension service was only a few days away now. Not mention she had her own wedding to plan, which luckily wasn't for 9 months now- though luckily she had Izzy helping her and becoming a complete control freak. She was expecting Magnus to join in the fray and add his own concoction of décor.
Now as they sat in the library of the institute, going over wedding colours seating plans and samples for fabrics; she realised how lucky she was. The life of a shadowhunter was dangerous at its most, and you had to be a warrior to survive, Isabelle had told Simon that when herself and Magnus decided to tell Magnus all that they could on the steps of St. Xavier s about his past life and the magic in the world. Clary hadn't been thrilled that she had been left out, but remembering seeing Simon at her mothers wedding made up for it all. She recalled his words that night 'You're Clary. You're Clary, You're my best friend.' Nothing in the entire world could of made her smile as much as that, she had her best friend back, and she would do anything to prevent ever losing him again.
Isabelle was sat on the long leather couch, leaning against Simon's side. They were still always discussing what he could and couldn't remember, recently he had had a complete recollection of memories spring back all at once. He had mentioned that he remembered becoming a rat in a very colourful loft after drinking something foul tasting, along with shouting obscenities at Izzy in her bedroom. She was happy that he was remembering things, and she looked forward to spending more time learning him on the Shadow World once he ascended in a couple of days time. She started laughing at something she remembered Simon saying at Jocelyn's wedding.
"I still cannot believe you remembered biting Jace and rolling around on the floor with him on the ship. Only you would remember that." Clary butted in.
"Well in all honesty, I was more surprised that Jace admitted he liked it! It's nice to know I'm marrying a man who likes being bitten." She stopped immediately, after realising what she had said.
"Wait! I didn't mean it like that!" It was too late, Izzy and Simon were in a fit of laughter, as Clary hid her burning face behind the samples.
The memories of poetry, unknown voices, visions of desert landscapes and tastes of blood still laid heavy on Simon's mind. They were few of the memories he couldn't shift or make heads or tails of, he knew they meant something, but the girls-as well as Jace and Alec- were forbidden by Magnus to tell me anything till after he ascended. When Magnus had approached him on the steps that day, he thought he was going insane and that maybe Eric and the others had been playing their instruments to loud and it had set of a bunch of weird hallucinations in his head. He wanted more than ever to remember everything, to have his old life back, he was making progress with Izzy and she was softening up to him everyday. Unless it was in training, they she just kicked his ass to the ground, but he was getting better.
Clary Clary was the one he remembered first, his best friend, his companion. He'd began remembering things about their past first, not everything, but the majority. He knew he would do anything for her, she was like another sister to him. He was happy for her and Jace to be getting married too.
"Have you picked any shade of beige yet?" Clary scowled across at him and stuck her tongue out. He'd watched her and Isabelle trying to choose between two different-or supposedly different shades- of beige and gold for the past three days now. Though there had been no finalisation. His ascension was on Thursday so he was mentally preparing himself for that, despite Izzy telling him 'You'll be fine. Suck it up!'. Easy for her to say, he was apparently a daylighter in the past.
Magnus's loft hadn't changed since Alec had last been here, it needed a bit of a clean up, due to Chinese cartons that had definitely gone-off food residing in them. Though other than that, he felt like he was home again, of course he had lived at the Institute all of his life, but wherever Magnus was; that was home for him. It wasn't the place, it was the person. He stood at the top of the stairs in the doorway to the loft, as Jace lugged his bags up the creaking stairs.
"Are you seriously not going to help at all Alec? I know it's a big day for you moving out and all, but you're going to be here with Magnus for the rest of your life. Hop to it and help me with your own crap!" Jace shouted breathlessly as he was reaching the top step. Alec shook his head, laughing.
"Oh now you complain! What was it at the Institute?" He began to mimic Jace's voice. "'Oh I don't need your help, I can carry your things. I'm a shadowhunter..'"Jace tried to hold a straight face.
"Oh shut up Lightwood! I forgot how steep these stairs are. Anyway where's your boyfriend?! Can't he just snap them up here?!" Before Jace could finish his sentence, all of Alec's bags popped from nowhere into the doorway of the loft.
"Like that?" Magnus smirked, while Jace mumbled something along the lines of 'show off' under his breath.
Magnus watched as Jace and Alec came into the loft, closing the door behind them, moving the rest of Alec's belongings to the side of the room. He had a lot of things, but last time he recalled his shadowhunter wasn't the type for possessions.
"Alec, what's in the bags? I know you don't have that many clothes or shoes or anything else for that matter." Alec blushed and opened the bag to reveal a range of weapons, his bow and arrows, then a range of clothing, gear and shoes.
"I don't want to be coming back and forth every time I need to be out hunting." He smiled timidly at Magnus. Magnus knew he couldn't stay mad at him, he needed this man in his life and everything that came with him, even if that meant sharp, pointy angelic objects.
"Good point. We are going to have to find somewhere to put them though, you can't just leave them lying here, there and everywhere." The couple went on to bicker further, until Jace broke them apart.
"Seriously, you guys are like an old married couple!Bickering about what goes where and who does what. I would expect this from two girls maybe, but Alec you are a shadowhunter," He pointed to Alec. " and you are the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Pull yourselves together!" He tried to sound serious, but ended up laughing.
Magnus narrowed his eyes at Jace and drummed his freshly painted fingers along the back of the couch. "Shouldn't you be leaving now Herondale?" Jace snorted.
"Not a chance, we still need to discuss what you think about the Seelie bitch, I mean queen. You know I hate the fair folk, but it was rather peculiar she sent Kaelie in her stead. Even as you told Catarina at the wedding-yes walls have ears- that there are rumblings in downworld and fair folk won't take what the Clave did lightly." Magnus looked shocked at his outburst, but Alec had just sat down on the couch.
"It's true. We all know that the fair folk are manipulative pieces of work and are patient, but it depends when they will become impatient and strike. After all that has happened and now that the Blackthorns are now settling in at LA, I hope they wait a few generations, until the younger generation has grown. I don't mean to say put the burden on them, but after what happened with Sebastian. None of us need this right now." Jace nodded and sighed. It was Alec who spoke, and Magnus pivoted to look at him as he did. Still his Alexander.
"Have you heard anything from Arthur or even Tessa or James? They might of heard something about Mark?" Magnus shook his head sympathetically.
"Sorry love, nothing in the wind yet." Alec nodded and stood up kissing his cheek, smiling. He smiled back at him.
Jace coughed cutting them from their lovey-dovey staring contest.
"And that's my cue to leave. Will you both be at Simon's ascension on Thursday?" They both nodded and Jace left the loft, taking a slow stroll back to the institute.
On the way back to the institute, he walked by Central Park, watching the trees wave in the wind, watching the the little pixies fly back and forth between the leaves. Fall wasn't far away now, all the leaves were turning brown and falling from the branches of the trees. He remembered taking Clary here in the park, they'd actually spent a lot of time here. Now it probably wasn't wise to step foot in the fair folks domain. Thinking of Clary, his mind swam back to the day he proposed, it wasn't long after Jocelyn and Luke's wedding, he had gone and asked Luke for his blessing and permission which Luke gave gladly, as did Jocelyn. She'd warmed up to him ever since the ordeal with Sebastian and her losing her son for the second time around, then almost losing her daughter in the process. Clary was a strong and powerful shadowhunter, but he still promised her mother, he'd look after her, just like he told her all those months ago when they first met. He had proposed to her in the greenhouse within the institute where they shared their first kiss. There wasn't much difference between the first time and the time he proposed. Except this time, he had gave her his family ring, along with a 'big rock' to live up to their inside joke they shared all those months ago. To Jace's surprise she had said yes; he hadn't expected it considering she didn't seem to like the sound of 'Clary Herondale'. He would of took her on even if she had the name of Bloodstick or Ravenhaven. He loved her more than the moon and the stars, she was his everything and nothing would ever change that.
He hadn't realised that he was at the door of the institute, until it swung open in front of him. His home was here, not the building, not the memories made here, but the woman inside. She was where he belonged.
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