A/N: Hello my wonderful followers, readers, Supernatural and Shadowhunters/mortal instruments fans! I am having so much fun with this. And for just a little teaser, shit is about to hit the fan pretty soon. XD. Please enjoy!
Carry on wayward supernatural fans, and happy patrol shadowhunters.
When Magnus had boasted about his 'extensive experience,' she couldn't help but imagine Agustin Desmond as some sort of ancient, decrepit, and unkempt figure. But as life often cruelly demonstrates, reality is quite different from people's colorful imaginations. To her surprise, Agustin wasn't a relic of the past but a youthful man, with flowing long white hair cascading over his shoulders, looking like a character straight out of a fairy tale. His fashion sense made Magnus's look like something out of a museum, as he strutted in a flamboyant suit that screamed bespoke. Somehow, though, Agustin's medieval vibe seemed to work for him.
As Magnus and Agustin shared an embrace, Andra couldn't help but notice the subtle clenching of Alec's jaw as he strategically positioned himself between Magnus and Agustin. She plastered a smile on her face, attempting to conceal the twinge of jealousy that had unexpectedly crept in.
Agustin flashed a sly grin at Alec. "Magnus Bane, who's this handsome man?" He inquired, his tone laced with mischief and amusement.
Magnus, being the charismatic and quick-witted individual he is, responded to Agustin's question with a playful yet confident remark. He flashed a charming smile and quip, "Ah, Agustin, this is Alec Lightwood, the love of my life and the one who keeps me on my toes," with a hint of affection and amusement in his tone.
As for Alec, his reaction to Agustin's very subtle flirting is a mix of mild discomfort and a protective stance. "Nice to meet you." He said, his voice firm, subtly asserting his presence by standing a little closer to Magnus, all while keeping a watchful eye on the interaction.
"Well, Magnus. Lucky you," Agustin remarked, a sly smirk playing on his lips as his eyes roamed over Alec. Andra pinched her lips together to stifle her laughter. It seemed this man was shameless, to say the least.
"I am." Magnus said, rubbing Alec's arm. "Agustin. This isn't a social call I'm afraid."
"It never is with you anymore. From the look of mister Lightwood I see why."
Agustin eyed Alec flirtatiously, leading them into his beautifully decorated living room. Magnus took a seat on the couch beside Agustin, Alec remained standing with his hands behind his back, perhaps a little closer to his boyfriend than necessary. The tension was as thick as Magnus' eyeliner.
As Magnus spoke with Agustin about the break-in in his loft and one of his books being stolen, Andra busied herself looking at Agustin's bookshelves. It was impressive that this guy has more magical tomes and ancient looking books than Magnus does. Magnus was right, this was a good distraction from the news that their reality merge was permanent, that Dean was permanent in their reality. She has half a mind to hunt down those witches and make them pay herself. Because nothing says "fun" like a little magical revenge, right?
Agustin lounged on the couch, his arm casually draped behind Magnus. "I do wish I could help you," he said, with just a hint of theatricality. "We both know the power the Compendium has. And if it's in the wrong hands, then trouble is on the way."
Alec, ever the inquisitive one, couldn't resist asking, "How did you come across this book, Magnus?"
"It was a long time ago," Magnus replied casually, oozing with enigmatic charm. "It was actually given to me to keep it under my protection."
And then, with a dramatic flair, Agustin chimed in, "By me. The Compendium is also known by another name. The Book Of The Damned. Once a person, let it be a vampire, warlock, a werewolf, even a mundane, takes possession and ownership of it, they are forever bound to the book. Though the book does give its owner unimaginable power, it also demands something in return. Part of your soul, if not all of it." Cue the ominous music.
Andra, with a furrowed brow and folded arms, entered the living room and asked, "How would you know?"
Agustin, with a smirk that could rival any supervillain, fixed his gaze on her and teased, "You are curious, oh, so so very curious Shadowhunter, aren't you?"
Magnus, trying to keep the situation under control, cleared his throat and asked Agustin, "Are you telling me that you can't track it?"
Agustin, with a tinge of regret, looked at Magnus and said, "That is precisely what I'm saying. My deepest apologies, my old friend. Whoever has stolen it is blocking its location from me."
Andra's eyes darted back and forth between Magnus and Agustin. They were definitely leaving something out, and Agustin's evasive responses weren't helping. Why was he being so cagey?
"So what kind of power does this book give its owner?" Alec asked, trying to cut through the cryptic atmosphere.
Agustin apparently couldn't contain his grin. "Dark magic. Necromanciny, for one. And the knowledge to control demons. It's very old, and so very powerful."
"You talk about it like it's a lover," she remarked.
In the blink of an eye, Agustin was standing in front of her. "You are so very curious," he said, his tone dripping with mystery.
As Andra stepped back, hand on her dagger, her older brother positioned himself in front of her, and Magnus rose from the couch, trying to defuse the tension,. "Gus," Magnus said, addressing him like a skittish animal.
Like a light switch, Agustin smirked, turned around, and reclined back on the couch. "I couldn't resist," he admitted, not even trying to hide his mischievous nature.
"He's a vampire?" Alec shot Magnus a pointed look, clearly taken aback by the revelation.
"I know I should have told you," Magnus waved his hand dismissively. "But technically, he's not a full vampire."
Andra furrowed her brow. "How can you not be a full vampire?"
"When you are also a warlock that is turned into a vampire, curious one," Agustin explained, now nonchalantly studying his nails. "Hey, Mags. Did you tell them about the reality merge?" He smirked at her huff.
"I did. If you hear the whereabouts of the location," Magnus said, eyeing Agustin. "You call me first."
"Yes," Agustin threw his head back, his fingers dancing in the air as if he was playing an invisible piano. "I shall call you. Now. You must not be a stranger. Bring your handsome boyfriend and your curious friend around more often. They amuse me."
Magnus snorted, linking his arm with hers as he took Alec's hand. "I will be sure to do that," he said as he guided them out.
Once outside, Alec looked at Magnus. "So that's your ex-lover?"
"Yes," Magnus hummed, more concentrated on something in the distance. "Since we're out and about, let's stop and get something to eat. I'm famished."
Andra frowned at Alec. "Hey," she said as Magnus walked a little ahead of them.
"I thought I knew everything that was to know about Magnus," Alec shook his head.
She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Do you always have to know everything about everyone? Is it part of his mystery and charm the reason you fell in love with him?"
He smiled. "Yeah."
"And you know you love him. And he loves you. Whatever he had with Agustin is obviously long over because he wouldn't be with you, right?" The irony was not lost on her. Here she is, secretly having feelings for Magnus but once again patching up a possible upcoming argument between them by talking sense into her older brother. Granted, talking sense into Alec didn't always work. Or Jace, for that matter.
"Yeah. Okay, you're right," he admitted as if it was painful.
"I know I'm right," she smirked. "Because I'm always right." She playfully bumped her hip into his, causing him to chuckle.
Ah, the tangled web of relationships and the ever-present allure of mystery. It seems like there's never a dull moment in their world.
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After gracing the dinner table with her presence and enduring the company of her brother and the perpetually unattainable warlock, Andra pulled off what could possibly be the most uninspired excuse in the history of social interactions – "Oh, I have some errands to run." Smooth, Andra, real smooth. Deep down, she knew that Magnus and Alec required some quality alone time to chat. Mark's wise counsel echoed in her head, but seriously, how was she supposed to navigate the treacherous waters of her feelings for Magnus without capsizing the entire ship of their relationships? It's not like she could just send a Hallmark card that said, "Dear Magnus, I think you're the cat's pajamas, but don't worry, I won't ruin your romance with Alec. Cheers, Andra." No, it was definitely best to keep her emotions under lock and key. After all, who needs honesty and emotional transparency anyway?
Andra sauntered into her favorite coffee shop, only to have her day made by none other than Dean Winchester strolling out with a couple of to-go coffees. Just her luck to bump into Dean in the middle of New York. "Oh, good. You're still in New York," she remarked, hoping for a brief reprieve from the chaos of her day.
Dean's face scrunched up. "Yeah. The witches were last seen here. And you're warlock friend called us."
In a fleeting, masochistic moment, she toyed with the idea of informing him that the reality merge was here to stay, but then she decided it would be far more entertaining to let Magnus be the bearer of that news. Oh, to be a fly on the wall when that bombshell dropped.
"Still haven't found them?" she inquired, feigning interest.
He rolled his eyes. "No."
"Well," she consoled him with a pat on the shoulder as she sidestepped him. "Wish you luck then, cowboy."
"Wait!" Dean darted after her into the coffee shop. "We ran into something."
"Good for you," she deadpanned, sashaying deeper into the coffee-scented haven, leaving Dean to wrestle with whatever supernatural conundrum had crossed his path.
As Andra queued up for her caffeine fix, she found herself joined by none other than Dean, who wasted no time diving into the supernatural small talk.
"Warlocks are part Demons. Right?" Dean inquired, casually sidling up to her in line.
"Where are you going with this?" Andra quipped, already bracing herself for whatever twist this conversation would take.
"Just answer," Dean pressed.
She rolled her eyes. "Yes. When a demon and a mundane love each other very much, you get someone like Magnus."
He shot her a wuthering look. "And what about Lucifer?"
"I don't know about your reality, but in this one, Lucifer is a demon because he fell from grace. Why are you asking?" Andra countered, her curiosity piqued.
He shifted slightly, his eyes darting around as if expecting eavesdroppers.
She couldn't help but snort. "Do you have any idea what coffee shop this is?"
He frowned. "Just a coffee shop?"
"No. It's run by a werewolf. Let's just say that this is a safe spot to talk about supernatural things. Mundanes don't come into this shop because it's glamored. What I find interesting is that you have the sight. Why?" she probed, her interest now fully piqued.
Dean shrugged. "What's glamours?"
"Basically spells so normal people don't wander into places that they're not supposed to. Or see things that they're not supposed to," she explained, maintaining her cool as the line inched forward.
He snorted, keeping pace with her. "Why would anyone choose to be a shadowhunter?"
"Why would anyone choose to be a hunter?" she shot back, not missing a beat.
"Normally a person doesn't choose the hunting life," he replied with a slight edge.
"What makes you think shadowhunters are any different?" Andra retorted, relishing the moment as she left Dean momentarily speechless.
"So," Dean cleared his throat. "You didn't choose to be a shadowhunter?"
"I did but I didn't," she replied, shooting him a sidelong glance. "My mother kind of abandoned me on the doorstep of the institute. The Lightwoods took me in and adopted me. I chose to be a shadowhunter," she explained with a casual shrug, "because I had something to prove."
The hunter pondered for a moment, and the line moved forward again, accompanied by the hushed whispers of other patrons and the comforting aroma of coffee.
"What did you have to prove?" Dean finally asked, his curiosity evident.
Andra paused, contemplating the weight of his question. That was a good question. What did she have to prove? Everything, she supposed. She had to work especially hard to keep up with her brothers and sister, always having to be cautious with her movements, lest her fae heritage be discovered. Things were different now with the new Clave, yet she was still guarding that secret.
"I guess that's a good question. Maybe I had everything to prove," she mused, meeting Dean's gaze, his green eyes reflecting unspoken emotions he seemed reluctant to display. "Do you have something to prove to someone?"
"Once, yeah," he muttered, his eyes roving over her face. "He's gone."
She nodded. "Apologies don't mean much, do they?"
"No," he shook his head. "It doesn't."
Andra found herself captivated by Dean's enigmatic aura, his attempts to shroud his emotions only adding to the mystery. Their eyes locked, the ambient buzz of the coffee shop enveloping them. She couldn't look away, drawn to the emotions swirling in his eyes – pain, regret, and a guarded curiosity. Her heart raced, and she could almost feel his body heat.
If the books were to be believed, Dean had endured a difficult life. Was that the reason behind his distrust of Magnus? Was he simply acting on instinct, perhaps tinged with fear? Were hunters like shadowhunters, operating on pure instinct and the teachings ingrained in them? Who was Dean Winchester when he wasn't the hunter? What lay beneath the façade of the seasoned hunter, and what drove his guarded demeanor?
As these questions swirled through Andra's mind, she couldn't help but wonder about the man behind the hunter, the enigma that was Dean Winchester.
As fate would have it, a sudden bump from someone behind them shattered the mesmerizing moment. They both averted their gaze, with Dean hurriedly holding up the coffee cups and mumbling about needing to leave. With her hand on her chest and heat rising in her face, Andra watched as Dean swiftly exited the coffee shop, leaving her to grapple with the bewildering whirlwind of emotions.
What in the world was that? The unexpected intensity of their encounter left Andra reeling, her mind buzzing with a myriad of unanswered questions.