A/N: Here's one for Gideon and Sophie.
Sophie stood in the council room as the members of the clave filed out. She couldn't believe it. She had ascended! She took in her surroundings, saving a mental image. This was it. She was officially a shadowhunter, she was going to marry Gideon Lightwood, and all her dreams were going to come true. She felt power coursing through her vain. She felt like she was flying.
And then, she was flying. A pair of strong arms had wrapped around her waist and picked her up, spinning her around. She let out a laugh of pure glee. Before she probably would have considered this wildly inappropriate, but she was a shadowhunter now: A free person and a strong warrior. Besides, there was no harm in being spun around by a man if it was you fiancé who was doing the spinning. As Gideon set her down, Sophie turned around in his arms so that she could face him. He looked even happier then she felt, if that was possible. His beautiful green eyes were shinning with pride and love, "You did it." He said, "I knew you could do it." She laughed, "Really? I didn't." Gideon took her face in his hand, looking deep into her eyes, "Sophia Collins, or Sophia Shadowhunter, I suppose I should call you now," he grinned, "you deserve the title of nephilim more than anyone I have ever met. You are brave, and kind, and noble and beautiful-"
"Beauty has nothing to do with being a shadowhunter." Sophie protested. Gideon laughed, "I know. I just like telling you that you're beautiful. You seem to forget it far to often, but you are the loveliest looking person that I have ever met." Sophie blushed furiously, and opened her mouth to say something, but Gideon stopped her with a kiss. She sighed into it, and weaved her hands into his hair. It was so soft… He groaned and pulled her closer, and they stayed that way for a few moments, completely oblivious to their surroundings. Only the two of them existed.
When they finally broke apart, the council room was empty. "Oh! By the angel!" said Sophie, "We had better go, the others will be waiting…" She made to leave, but Gideon held her back, "Wait, I have something to give you." He led her over to where he had been sitting for her ascension. His hands were rough like hers, though it was from fighting as opposed to manual labour. On his seat was a long silver object, with a grip, he picked it up and handed it to her, "Every shadowhunter should have their own seraph blade." He told her, and handed her the weapon. "It's name is Zophiel, I picked it because the name reminded me of yours." He smiled shyly at her, "I also got you this," he pulled a rock out of his pocket, "it's a witchlight."
Sophie took the two objects with awe, the witchlight glowed as she held it, something that had never happened before. "Zophiel", she whispered to the seraph blade and a glowing blue blade appeared. She stared at the things in her hands for a few more seconds before gingerly setting them back down on the chair. She looked at Gideon…He was so beautiful… She through her arms around him and he squeezed her close, "Thank you so much… For everything…I love you Gideon Lightwood." She felt him smile into her shoulder, and sure enough, when she pulled back from him he was grinning so wide she thought his face might split. He kissed her head lightly, beaming down at her. Sophie pulle herself back to reality, "Come on," she said, grabbing her witchlight and seraph blade like a true nephilim, "lets go catch up with the others."
As they left, Gideon took her arm in his, and she leaned into him, dreamily gazing at the lightwood family ring on her finger. "Te amo, Sophie." Said Gideon. She smiled.
Yes, Sophie's life was finally falling into place.