Alec POV
"Magnus, where is Jarru?" I asked, my hand tightening my grip on his. Magnus looked over at me and smiled. Not a big one but a small , reassuring smile. Solace spread through me with that smile, that everything will be alright smile. I loved that smile.
"We don't know where he is but this place is weakening, I can feel it. The demonic glow of the province is fading, quite fast as well. Maybe he needed the sacrifice to live." Magnus said but turned me around and rested his forehead against mine.
"Do I speak with you? All of you?" His voice was scared, almost pleading. I stared at him in shock.
"How could you think that Magnus!" Magnus looked down. I internally punched myself, very, very bad choice of words. "That's not what I meant. You are with me, you are with them. How could you think that you didn't speak with us. You will always, always be with me," I whispered to Magnus.
Magnus' eyes glowed with warmth, surprise, comfort and most certainly, love. His hands traveled up my arms, to my shoulders, to my neck and then to gently caress my cheeks.
"I love you, Alexander." I love the way my full name rolled off his tongue. The smoothness his voice had, how natural he sounded while talking to me. "When Clary said his magic will give out, that only happened to her. He's a demon, his magic shows up or affects people differently." Magnus tried to stay on topic, I knew what was happening. I was ok with it. Time hasn't passed in the Mortal world. Two hundred days in a demon dimension is a day the Mortal world.
I closed the distance between us, a sudden bravado taking over me. Magnus gasped with the sudden vigor I had. Magnus' hands traveled to my hair and tangled themselves in my onyx locks as I gripped his hips with my hands.
I brushed my tongue across his bottom lip and Magnus invited me in and next thing I knew, I had Magnus pressed up against the wall. I don't know exactly what's happening but these are things I want to do but never do because I love it when they are done to me, but relishing on this side of the make out is amazing.
I controlled where Magnus went, how he moved, I felt powerfully in love. Magnus pulled at my hair and leaned back so I had to stand up on my tippy toes to continue to kiss him. Ok maybe I didn't control everything but I still felt in charge. Magnus seized the moment and moved his hands to my hips and flipped us around, slamming me against the wall and I moaned with the sudden pressure. I know, all that power gone but I just love being in this particular spot.
I lifted my right leg over Magnus' hip and he placed his hands under my thighs holding me up but pushing even harder against the wall. I leaned forward as if to kiss him but instead I went to his neck and started pressing open mouth kisses to his tan skin. Each kiss was open, each kiss was hot, each kiss was breathless, each kiss was made of love.
Slowly ever so slowly my tongue traced patterns of the smooth skin of his neck. I kissed lower and lower onto his neck and then I pulled away slightly. My lips were just barely touching his skin, my breath was hot and blew against his skin.
Magnus' hands were tight and gripped my hips almost bruisingly but the pain was semisweet. You could never tell what was pain and what was pleasure while making out. They were so similar, they came hand in hand. Magnus though, was a shuddering mess. He apparently liked this dauntless side of me as well. I liked it too.
I leaned in and traced circles with my tongue right where his collarbone reached his neck. Then I bit him, not too hard but not softly either. Magnus moaned and steeled himself and moved his arms so they were pressed against the wall. His arms right beside each side of my head. It felt really sexy and the way we're standing made us even closer. Pressure was everywhere.
I shook in the intoxication of the blissful feelings. "I love you Magnus."
"I love you my Alexander."
"Well done! You have officially beaten the high score for matchmaking. You are now free to leave whoever or whatever you are. Thanks for playing in the Matchmaking game. Side effects of the lust spell are dizziness, vomiting, fainting, oh and of course, sex! Anyways, you will be transported to the nearest room with the other people in your party. Please do not scream while teleporting. Jarru sends his regards but is preoccupied so currently this is his sister, Jyeleyni." Magnus and I fell to the ground in shock and terror. At first we thought it was Jarru.
But this voice was smooth, soft even. The words were spoken kindly and tiredly. As if this person, Jyeleyni was bored of her job. Magnus stood up and made a show of brushing off fake dirt.
"Can you hear us?" He asked.
"Yes, what do you wish for Warlock?" Jyeleyni responded. Her voice alert and surprised. I scrambled over next to Magnus and grabbed his hand for reassurance.
"I wish for everyone who was kidnapped and Or came here earlier to be sent back to the Mortal world. Your brother, Jarru, is holding hostage two small children and their parents, they come back with us an-" Magnus was cut off with a high screech.
"Again! Jarru Rhay, you are in big trouble for this." Jyeleyni muttered. "Yes, I will take you all out right now. Any certain destination. It seems as though you came here at eleven o'clock at night in the Mortal world so I'm taking its about 12:36 in your world." She sounded truly sincere. Not at all like her evil brother.
"I'm taking you know names because you are demoness. Clary and Jace shall go to their home in Brooklyn, New York. Simon and Isabel would like to go to the Brooklyn Institute. While the family will like to go to their house. Alec and I would like to go my apartment." Magnus' voice was strong and firm. He wanted what he wanted and that was for all of us to go home. I also think we had like bonus points because he was a warlock, half demon. Demon to demon I guess? I don't really know.
"Yes, I will send you all where you want to be. My apologies for my brother. He has slipped over the past centuries. Ever since he killed our mother by accidentally giving her a demonic posy. This demon realm will soon be under my rule and I will turn it back to demon paradise. Thank you for letting me know about his recent activities." As soon as she stopped talking the echo vanished and so did we. The pink room leaving our vision entirely. We were in a black void, only our hands kept us together.
Now, I know, very unmanly. I screamed, very high, ver loud, and very shrilly. I can't say girly because if you notice everybody screams the same. Well, depending on the scream…..
Magnus' hand gripped mine hard.
The next thing I saw, we were in his apartment on the floor on top of eachother. Chairman Meow scurried off into Magnus' bedroom. Apparently, people falling out of plain sight was frightening.
"Now, how did we get into that competition?" Magnus catechized.
Isabelle POV
"Simon!" I dragged out his name in boredom.
"What?" He was annoyed.
"When are we going to go back, or find anybody?"
"I don't know."
"Why don't you know?"
"Why don't you know?" Our banter, we've been told is adorable. I mean yes, it's fun to argue with him because he thinks it's funny as well.
Simon's arm was draped over my shoulder, we hadn't run into anybody. This place is entirely abandoned. Dust clouded the couches and floors. It was disgusting.
"Are you Simon and Isabelle?" A feminine voice erupted into the room. As if there was surround sound speakers. Simon's arm left my shoulders and went into a fight stance with his short sword while I lashed out my whip.
"What's it to you?" Simon's voice rang out.
"I'm here to send you home. The institute, correct?" This voice was soft, there was a similarity to Jarru's voice but I think it was just because it had that same echo.
"Why?" I asked, actually kind of wanting to know.
"Your friend the warlock and his boyfriend won the Matchmaking contest and apparently your other friends were kidnapped so. I'm sending you home because my brother is a bitch. So sorry for the inconvenience, have fun at home!" The echo cut off entirely when she stopped talking as if she had never been there.
Simon walked back over and put his arm around my waist protectively.
"She sounded earnest but if Jarru is her brother…" the silence was loud. The silence in a room made me shake with loathness for the quiet. But with Simon there was never an ounce of hate or dislike. I always hated silence because a monster was about to attack, silence used to equal danger, death, vulnerability.
When Simon was there, it's now safety, love, protection, life, burn. Everywhere he touched me it burned, not on my skin but underneath. As if a match was being lit underneath my skin, just far away from my skin to not set it on fire. Jace would hate that simile with the whole Heavenly Fire thing but that's exactly what it felt like for me.
"We should keep going," I said, wanting for us to get out of here. For us to go back to being shadowhunters, we're predators in the Mundane world but here, we're the prey.
Simon kissed my forehead and I hid a small smile. I wasn't exactly PDA but in demon realms, one can never be too careful. His arm tightened around me as we walked, as if he suspected something but I wasn't worried. It appeared nobody liked the poshness of this place.
We walked on a little bit longer and we dispersed into a void of black. Simon instinctively wrapped both of his arms around me and I looked around. My hair whipping everywhere as if we were falling.
Falling!
We are falling in what it seems to be, an endless void. She lied to us, she wasn't sending us home, she's trying to kill us. Simon held me tight, not a centimeter between us, flush against eachother, only clothes between us. I buried my face in his chest, not wanting to see the end. I want to feel safe, I want to be with the one I love when I die, and here I am. Dying in Simon's arms.
"I will protect you, I swear on my life." Simon whispered, his lips brushing my ear as he said it. I shivered, not from the cold, but from the contact, the last intimacy I'll have. Unless you can have sex in heaven?
Can you?
As soon as I thought that we fell onto Simon's bed. We fell, I fell first. Landing on his soft mattress and he fell on top of me but braced his arms next to my face so he didn't entirely fall on me. But from the waist down, there was most certainly pressure there.
Simon leaned forward, his bangs just barely grazing my forehead.
"When did they enter a matchmaking contest?" Simon asked, his voice low and breathy. All the fright that had drowned my body while falling dissipated filling with love and lust and want.
I shrugged my shoulders and slowly, agonizingly slow, Simon closed the distance between us.
Jocelyn POV
I clutched Mikaela and Jonathan Christopher as tightly as I could without hurting them. Crying silently as they cried loudly, bawling and fisting my shirt in their tiny hands. Luke wrapped his arms around all of us, kissing my forehead over and over again whispering, "I love you, Jocelyn. Raziel, I'm sorry." The only thing I could say, the only words I could barely utter out without crying in front of my children was, "I love you."
I never wanted to be separated from my children ever again. Never. I never wanted to be apart from my family. I can't stand it. It felt as though something was gnawing inside me, biting and crushing, shredding my love to shards.
Clary.
Oh, God. Clary. I can't believe I had said that to her. It wasn't Jace's fault. Not at all. Nobody would've thought this would've happened. It's my own fault for not doing it myself. They're getting married, checking for demons wasn't on their minds. I know what's on their minds, no matter how much I don't want to admit.
Eachother.
What it'll be like, what'll happen, will I be good enough, will he leave me, will she be disappointed in me? Every question of self doubt will be asked because that's what any good couple does. Says the other deserves better. I've done that twice, Valentine and Luke. I did deserve better than Valentine. I should've gone with Luke, I wanted to go with Luke but disappointing my parents was something that was the first question I always asked myself before I did something.
Now, my parents are dead because of the circle and I will never ever ask what they want because what they wanted isn't what I want. It's true, everything they wanted for me was to make them look better. I don't care what they want.
I want Luke, I want my family just the way it is.
"Mommy?" Mikaela looked up at me, her eyes watery but she had a smile.
"Yes sweetheart?" I said sweetly, holding back tears. I gently ran my fingers through her gorgeous hair.
"Are we still going Clary's and Jace's wedding?" She asked, Jonathan Christopher looked up to and his eyes lit up with excitement. I nodded my head, afraid of letting out a sob if I talked. I hugged them again and Luke held us tightly together.
"Is this the family?" A voice erupted out of nowhere. Luke stood up and took Mikaela and picked her up and I picked up Jonathan Christopher. Luke wrapped his other arm around my waist.
"The Garroway's I believe is the name. I've been sent by your fellow friend. Magnus Bane and Alec. I've come to send you home and excuse my brother for his actions. I will make sure it'll never happen again. Please hold onto the children tightly, the children may be frightened but it will be over soon." The feminine voice disappeared and we vanished and I held Jonathan Christopher tightly. He turned around and hid his face from the abyss of nothing. Both children I knew were afraid of the dark. I saw Luke dimly and I grabbed his hand that wasn't holding Mikaela. We fell, I could hear wind screaming in my ears and my hair whipped around everywhere.
Luke's glasses fell off somewhere but he can still see, he just prefers them since he's a werewolf. It's like his disguise. Like Clark Kent's disguise, the glasses and the geekiness except Luke isn't geeky.
"Mommy, I'm scared." I heard those words from Jonathan Christopher and my heart practically ripped from hearing that. I squeezed him tighter, knowing that he probably yelled I wasn't going to say anything. I kissed the top of his forehead and held him as tight as I could without letting go of Luke's hand. I turned my head and rested my cheek on Jonathan Christopher's head to see a very faintly, Luke holding Mikaela. Holding her just as tight, kissing her forehead over and over again and just whispering into her ear.
"Everything will be alright," those words. A lie. But reassuring. Calmed me. Relaxation spread through my body and I un-tensed. Still holding Jonathan Christopher and Luke's hand just as tightly but prepared.
Expect the worst, hope for the best.
"Ave atque vale." I whispered over the wind. I was the only current shadowhunter here but Luke had been one once too. Luke looked over at me, his eyes were wide open, as if taking in everything about me for the last time.
Luke mouthed back the same words and I shut my eyes, clenched them shut. Not wanting for this to be the last moment I saw my family, not wanting to die before I say I'm sorry to Clary and Jace.
I felt one tear slip down my cheek, past my barrier of closing my eyes. I wanted to shut out the feelings, go back to the day of the Rehearsal Dinner. Check for monsters or possessed items.
Too late now.
"Mommy?" The words loud and clear rang out in my head.
"Mommy!" This time it was shouted, I didn't want to open my eyes. I just wanted for this to end, for my children to be safe and happy.
"Jocelyn!" Luke's voice sounded loving, but had traces of worry. I felt his hand on my shoulder and then his arms enveloped me in a hug. "Open your eyes, Jocelyn. Please."
My eyes flew open and my hands scrambled to hug Luke back. My hands fisting his shirt, his hand on the small of my back and the other cradling my head.
"Raziel, I thought, I thou-" I was cut off when Luke pressed his lips to mine, hard but gentle.
"You will never be hurt when I'm with you." Luke's words were soft and quiet and he kissed me softly on the lips again.
"Ewwww!" The twins drawled simultaneously. Luke grinned and pulled them into our hug.
"You little rascals!" He exclaimed and started kissing their forehead and they kept saying 'ewwww'. Over and over again so I joined the fun and started tickling their sides and kissing their foreheads.
I'm so sorry Clary.
Clary POV
Ok, I screamed. Once! Only once, I didn't scream twice. I just screamed for a very long time. And then of course after what seemed like and eternity we landed on the couch. Although I landed on Jace which he didn't seem to like very much but soon did.
"God, Clary! I think I'm going deaf because of your scream." Jace joked, brushing my hair behind my ear. I leaned into the warmth of his hand and sighed in annoyance. He just won't give on being sarcastic.
"I thought that was it, Jace. When I-I escaped from Jarru I fell but there were voices that took me back. But this time, but this time I was with you and there was not-nothing else I wanted." I whispered, my voice slightly stuttering. Jace's face filled with hatred.
"What did that son of a bitch do to you, Clary?" Jace asked, he was angry. His eyes blazed a brilliant gold that seemed to dance with fire. He was seething but his hand cradling my cheek was gentle and soft and, and loving. He could never deliberately hurt me, not on purpose.
I shut my eyes to keep back tears, "Jace, he- he wanted to take it away fr-from me." I tried my hardest to not cry but the struggle of remembering that moment was terrifying, horrifying, and ghastly.
Jace's anger didn't go away but concern and love filled his eyes and his voice.
"Clary, what did he want? Did he take it?" Jace brought both hands to my face, his thumbs tracing small circles on my cheekbones. "What did he want to take away from you?"
I choked back sobs that I wanted to let out. But I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to cry, simple as that. I wanted to be strong, I was weak, pathetic when Jarru tried to take it. I can be strong for Jace.
I can be strong for us.
"Our moment. Our moment. Our special moment, Jace. He wanted that, that moment." My voice was flat, monotone. No fear, no weakness, no anything. Emotion was deprived from that statement.
Jace looked at me, I could see the little gears in his brain figuring out what I was saying. His eyes widened in realization. His teeth clenched and his whole body tensed up.
"He didn't though. Right?" He asked, he sounded, sounded sad. Jace wanted that moment, I wanted that moment. I need that moment with Jace.
I shook my head," I want it to be you, Jace. God Jace, I need it to be you." My voice once again had emotion. I sounded almost pleading, weakness. Jace's arms wrapped around me and hugged me tightly and he kissed my forehead and brought his lips to my ear.
"Clary, I swear I will protect you. I swear that I will hold you up and help you walk through life. I swear to give that piece of me to you eternally. I swear I will be strong for you." Jace's voice wasn't stuttering, it was firm yet gentle, stern but understanding, strong and promising.
I buried my face in his warm chest, my body filling with fire, like the pit of my stomach was an eternal flame of heavenly fire.(Sorry Jace, I just had to:). Jace's hands held me tightly, holding me flush against him. I want him.
I need him, right now.
"Jace, I-" I sat up just bit to tell him but he cut me off. Kissing me hard. I returned the kiss, not even open mouthed yet, just kissing. The simplicity of it showed love and want and, and lust.
Jace's hands moved lower down my body until they rested at my hips, his fingers lightly grazing my stomach. I lightly nipped his bottom lip, earning a low growl from him. Jace's hand held me tightly and before I could catch hold of the situation he had me against the wall beside the couch.
Jace pushed me hard against the wall and I lifted my legs over his hips, instead of holding me up, he pushed me even harder against the wall so he could roam his hands anywhere he wanted, and I wanted him to. The sudden pressure on the, lower areas caused for me to gasp and Jace quickly took the opportunity.
Jace's tongue soon began its entrance between my lips. My hands traveled up Jace's shirt and tugged it off. As soon as the shirt was off, I kissed his neck. Right where he was attacked two months ago by a Shax demon. Openmouthed, breathing hot air, leaving Jace slightly breathless. I moved lower, flicking my eyes to see Jace staring at me, his whole body unmoving but his eyes were fixated on what I was doing, filled with warmth and love, I continued my actions.
I saved one scar, right next to the scar from Lilith. The one from the fear demon when he attacked Jace. The fear is its own weapon and if it's true fear, true fear cuts deep. I lightly traced his skin with my tongue, and Jace shuddered from the feeling.
I sucked on the skin, knowing that Jace loved to be bitten I lightly nipped at the scar and Jace shuddered with pleasure. Recomposing himself, Jace brought me back up and kissed my collarbone, licking lightly on the sensitive skin. I arched my back and Jace groaned. Jace continued pressing the open mouthed, hot kisses to my neck, traveling farther and farther until he got to where my jawline ended and met my neck.
My soft spot.
Jace flicked his tongue, one of his hands resting on my stomach, tracing circles and the other hand tangled in my red curls. My hands were knotted in Jace's hair, pulling at the golden, curly locks. Jace sucked at the juncture and bit, his teeth hitting my skin. Not hard enough to hurt horribly but hard enough to leave a bruise and feel the adrenaline course through.
Soft whines and groans slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. Jace slowly let his hands travel up my shirt and take it off. He looked at me before he took it off though. His eyes asked me, is this ok. I nodded. My breathing heavy.
Jace took off my shirt, ever so slowly. His eyes raked my body, the color of his irises, a molten bronze gold color that was dark and filled with desire. Jace slowly let his hands grab my thighs to hold me up, his fingers in the perfect place for pleasure and stability. Instead of kissing his face, I sucked his neck again so he could see. Although, I don't think it helped because he almost walked into the wall, twice.
He kicked open the door and shut it behind him, my hand reached for the doorknob and locked it. This was happening and there would be no, no interruptions. Jace laid me down on the bed gently and kissed me again, slow and sweet, openmouthed but no tongues and teeth. I traced patterns onto Jace's skin, relishing in the warmth and heat from him.
Jace sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. I arched my back against him once again. Jace let out a low moan and stopped kissing me. I looked at him confused, but he just grinned. Lowering himself, he started kissing my chest, around my bra. That had not been taken off yet and I was ok with that. I want our moment to be special and last as long as possible. His lips warm and soft against my skin, leaving burning sensations where ever he touched me.
Jace kissed lower, open mouthed, tongue tracing, teeth grazing my skin. He reached the hem of my jeans. Since when was I in jeans?
Flashback!
"I shall be changing your clothes, each of you because they seem especially worn and torn so to speak. You will be in casual mundane clothes. Your ripped clothes will be in your house, hopefully in your closet but clothes aren't easy to teleport." A voice said as soon as we fell onto the couch.
Jace and I looked up in confusion but dismissed what the voice had said. I don't give a shit, I was married and I was with Jace, we're together, we're alive and changing into clothes is fine by me.
End of the flashback!
I didn't give a shit then, I don't give a shit now. Simple as that.
Jace's mouth kissed right at the hem of my jeans and I moaned loudly. Jace's eyes looked up at me, asking once again. Yes, I nodded my head. Sure, I've had sex Ed. My mom had made sure to tell me what was going to happen and the consequences and feelings. But having Jace be the one, I don't think it'll feel like it's been described.
It'll be amazing and better than I could've ever had.
Jace smiled and continued.
Yes, they did have sex and so did Izzy and Simon and Magnus and Alec. The Garroways all slept in the master bedroom together falling asleep with the comfort of eachother. Nobody argued against what had happened. Nobody wants to talk about what happened. They just want to move on.