Hello everyone, I am going to be gone for another week and I don't think I will have a chance to upload any new chapters of my current story called Scales. So, since I'm going to be gone, I'm going to upload this for now. I hope you enjoy!

They were working as teachers at the same school, a shadowhunter and downworlder school that had been established years after the wars. Mr. Lightwood and Mr. Bane were both teachers. Mr. Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, taught how to properly attend to any injury that they could receive in a fight, as well as archery. Mr. Bane, Magnus Bane, taught warlocks of all ages how to control their magic, as well as a having fashion class during the lunch period, but that wasn't quite as important.

All the students saw the two teachers cast longing glances at each other, they saw the way they looked at each other yearningly. Mr. Bane would always walk into Mr. Lightwood's room to borrow supplies that he didn't actually need, and sometimes he remained in there for longer than necessary. Mr. Lightwood would always call for Mr. Bane if something was wrong, such as a technological problem or he simply couldn't remember where he put something.

While some shadowhunters weren't sure how to feel about their teachers subtle flirting, almost all the girls loved it. You could hear them whispering though out the hallways. 'Did you see the way they look at each other?' 'Did you see Mr. Bane come into Mr. Lightwood's room before his fashion class yesterday?' 'Did you see how Mr. Lightwood dropped the stapler and Mr. Bane picked it up for him?'. Even the simplest of things drove the shippers crazy.

While all the girls gossiped away, the warlocks who studied at the school were all hoping that Mr. Bane and Mr. Lightwood would get together. They would ask Mr. Bane if they could use the restroom, just to meet in the hallway and form a plan to get the two together. At one point the warlocks had locked the two in a closet together, resulting in a very flushed Mr. Lightwood and a smirking Mr. Bane. That had just encouraged the warlocks.

It was far too obvious one day when a new vampire joined the school and had flirted with Mr. Lightwood, much to the teacher's discomfort. Mr. Bane had sent the boy to the principal's office and glared at him as the vampire made his way down the hallway, blue sparks shooting out of his hands. Let's just say that the shippers were practically screaming when Mr. Bane had come into the room to check on Mr. Lightwood, sending him a few possessive looks as he made his way back to his class.

Let's just say that when Mr. Bane presented Mr. Lightwood with flowers, asking Mr. Lightwood if he would be his valentine, the entire school was in chaos. The hallways were filled with noise as students chatted excitedly about the two, and they learned just about nothing for a week since they would ignore their teacher's words and simply watch Mr. Bane and Mr. Lightwood interact. Short glances, soft sighs, a hand brushing against another hand.

The students had gotten even more excited when Mr. Bane took Mr. Lightwood out to lunch. The two didn't come back for the rest of the day and the school ended up having to call in some substitutes. The next day Mr. Lightwood and Mr. Bane arrived in the same car, Mr. Bane helping a tired looking Mr. Lightwood out of the car, even carrying his Valentine's teaching supplies for him. Throughout the day Mr. Lightwood had received numerous texts, which all made him smile and glance across the hall towards Mr. Bane's class.

Eventually the two announced that they were engaged, which most students knew since they had seen the brilliant white wedding ring that adorned Mr. Lightwood's finger days before the announcement. Everyone congratulated the two, even some people who didn't enjoy the thought of two men in a relationship wished them luck. Mr. Lightwood had beamed throughout the day, as well as Mr. Bane.

Eventually Mr. Bane became Mr. Lightwood, although they called him Mr. L since there was already a Mr. Lightwood. Life was good for them, and especially good for the students.

Prompt, or a summary of what inspired this short story:

We're both teachers and our students ship us.