Headcanon where Magnus’s favorite cake is some sort of traditional polish cake, and when it’s Mag’s birthday Alec decides to bake him this cake but apparently he can cook even worse than Isabelle and eventually all of the squad comes together to bake that cake. (By the end of the day, everyone has at least two eggs on their hair, and their clothes is covered with flour, Simon has cacao powder on his glasses, jace has sugar in his shoes and you can’t even see Clary’s and Izzy’s natural hair color.)
Simon had messed things up too many times and Isabelle was tired of waiting.
It had only taken two failed attempts for Isabelle to realize what was going on. The first time had been at a fancy restaurant and Isabelle honestly never realized that Simon had been planning on proposing that night. She felt a bit guilty when she realized it weeks later because storming out before the entrees just because she’d thought hernecklace had pulsed probably hadn’t been in Simon’s plans.
The second time–the time she realized abruptly what was happening–had actually been at a concert for one of their favorite bands. Unfortunately, some other guy had the same idea as Simon. The only difference was that the other guy pulled his girlfriend up on stage with the band and publicly proposed in front of everyone. After that, Isabelle had noticed a definite change in mood about Simon, a certain glumness. Then she saw how he kept putting his hand inside his pocket as if checking to assure that something was still there. And she understood.
The third time really really hadn’t been his fault. It was during one of Magnus’ parties, actually, and it would have been perfect. The loft was decorated beautifully with glowing firefly lights twinkling and small crystals suspended and strewn about the air with warlock magic. All her friends were there, there was classy music, they both looked smoking hot in their party attire, and Simon had even pulled her out in front of everyone so they could watch.
But before he could pop the question, Magnus drunkenly announced that Alec Gideon Lightwood was the single most attractive person on the planet and therefore everyone should look like him. Then, Magnus had set some sort of enchantment on all the party guests and suddenly the loft was filled with 100+ confused Alecs wandering around in dark oversized sweaters.
But now Isabelle was worried that that may have been their last chance.
“I’m scared, Jace.” Isabelle was clutching his sleeve so hard that her nails dug into her palms. She felt Jace’s hand on her knee, comforting her. His hand was shaking.
“It’s okay.” He said, partly to her and partly to himself. “It’ll be okay.”
They were both seated in the foyer of the Institute, waiting. They’d all gone out on a hunt earlier in pairs of two with plans to meet back at the Institute before morning. But as the sun’s rays rose higher and higher over the city, Clary and Simon had still yet to return. Alec and Magnus had gone to look for them. Magnus had quietly told Isabelle and Jace to stay behind in case Clary and Simon came back to the Institute and needed immediate help.
But she was starting to lose hope that that would happen.
Just as Isabelle rested her head on Jace’s shoulder and felt her heart begin to sink so low into her chest that she doubted it would ever rise again, the door burst open and Clary entered, carrying a blood Simon.
“It was a Kuri demon–cut him across the chest twice–he couldn’t walk and I couldn’t get him conscious and we–I gave him a rune.” Clary was frantically trying to explain as Isabelle hurried over and lifted Simon just enough to help him limp to the couch in the foyer. She lowered him down onto it, her hands running through his hair.
“It’s not deep.” Jace murmured as he inspected the wound. “And you got the poison out with the rune, Clary.” Jace glanced at Simon, who was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open. “You’re going to be just fine, Lewis.”
“Isabelle–” Simon mumbled with exhaustion evident in his voice.
“Marry me?” Isabelle interrupted. Her voice sounded like every kind of desperation that existed, but it didn’t matter because Simon nodded frantically and pressed his lips to her’s.
Clary once kissed Isabelle for a dare (from Magnus) during a night of drunken fun. She had gone into it thinking that it was going to be nothing - that Isabelle was very much like the sister she never had. And it was nothing, really, because she loved Jace and Isabelle loved Simon; except for the fact that it had her questioning if she was really as straight as she thought she was.
favorite line from this character
“Heroes aren’t always the ones who win. They’re the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don’t give up. That’s what makes them heroes.” - City of Heavenly Fire
one way in which I relate to this character: She does what needs to be done and so do I. thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: everything. cinnamon roll or problematic fave? problematic fave.
“Isabelle. Take it off of him right now. I’m serious, this is not cool.”
“But Simon he looks so–”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
Isabelle heaved a dramatic sigh as she stretched her arms around their son’s tiny frame to untie the cape that hung around his neck. She’d been hoping that Simon would react better to this, but the crossed arms and slightly sick look on his face proved that he didn’t think Max’s Halloween costume was very funny.
“Fine, there. Happy?” She sighed as she let the cheap red material fall to the floor. “Now we have to go get him a new costume.”
Simon held out his hand in front of Max’s mouth. “Spit it out, Max.”
A pair of fake, plastic vampire fangs fell into Simon’s palm and he frowned at the sight of them. Max tugged on his father’s jeans.
“I’m a vampire, Daddy.”
“Nope.” Simon glanced over at Isabelle, who was studiously avoiding his eyes. “You’re not going to be that for Halloween, buddy, okay? It’s highly offensive to my former people.”
“Oh stop being so dramatic.” Isabelle scoffed as he picked up their baby and made his way into the kitchen.
“This is a mockery of the dead culture and you know it!”