maia's fanfiction

Secrets That You Keep

Chapter: ½

Words: 25.3k+

Pairings: Alec/Magnus, Jace/Simon, Izzy/Maia

Summary: Alec Lightwood wasn’t used to doing things for himself. He had grown up looking after his siblings and learning how to be the perfect Shadowhunter: never had he considered even the idea of falling in love.

For over a century, Magnus Bane had closed himself off to feeling anything for man or woman. After a particularly nasty break up, he worried that opening his heart up again would result in nothing but another heartbreak.

When the two of them meet at a mundane coffee shop, it’s a rush of feelings that Alec has never felt before, and that Magnus had thought he would never feel again.

The only problem? Both think the other is a mundane, and for centuries, Downworlders and Shadowhunters have been forbidden from falling in love.

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anonymous asked:

jacemaia prompt jace telling alec about maia

“Alec, can we, uh, talk?” 

Alec glanced up from the tablet in his hands. “Uh… yeah, of course. What’s up?” 

“It’s, uh, about…” Jace bit his lip. “I need… I need relationship advice.”
Alec raised an eyebrow. “Is this about Clary?”

“No- no, it’s not about Clary.” Jace closed his eyes. “I- I don’t think I can ever- Nothing good will ever come from me and Clary being… a thing.” 

Alec frowned. “This- this isn’t a sex thing, is it? Because I don’t think I could help you out any-”

Jace raised a hand cutting Alec off. “No- no. I- I… do you remember Maia?” 

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A SHADOWHUNTERS FANFICTION: EVIE MAE CALLOWAYTREACHERY

“Maybe your mom is right, maybe you should go and stay with her at the Beijing institute for a while.” Alec didn’t look at Evie whilst he spoke and instead feigned interest in the map of New York spread out in front of him. He didn’t really want her to leave New York of course, she was one of the best shadowhunters they had at the institute, and was an invaluable member of the team. But with recent events, namely the death of Hodge Starkweather, he was worried about her. 

“You’re kidding right?” Evie questioned, twirling her stele expertly between her fingers as she spoke. “Valentine Morgenstern steals the soul sword, Izzy is addicted to Yin Fen, Clary and Jace are siblings…and you want me to take a vacation?”

Alec turned to look at her now and was met with a look of pure bemusement. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

“You’re damn right I do.”

thirty days of skam fic: day nine

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.

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Everyone seems to assume it’s Even who asks first. Even is the romantic, after all; he’s the one who does impulsive things, and he’s the one who talks about the future like it’s inevitable. It only makes sense that he’d be the one to first think up such a seemingly ill-advised idea.

But actually, it’s Isak who turns around one night when they’re cuddling in Even’s bunk bed, Even’s hand twined in Isak’s curls and guitar music playing in the background, and asks, “Do you want move in together?”

Even just smiles at him. Although they say that they’re living in the moment, taking things a day at a time, the truth is they’re both a little bit prone to sappiness, and they occasionally slip up and talk about their future. And that’s what he thinks Isak is talking about, at first. The future.

“You know I do,” he says, tugging at Isak’s curls. “Into a little apartment on the other side of the city, where we’re near the university and there’s a cute coffee shop nearby where we’ll go on dates all the time, and I can grow flowers on our tiny balcony, and we can get a puppy.”

For a moment, Isak can’t help but smile back. Because yeah, that’s their future. No matter how chill they take this, he can’t see a future without Even anymore, and his favourite version of the life they might lead includes all the things Even’s just said. The only problem is, the future isn’t what Isak cares about right. It’s the present.

“No, baby. I mean now. Do you want to move in together now?”

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  • 1s Zayn Malik, pt1

- Você não pode ficar aqui S/n -ele diz passando a mão nos cabelos- você não tem noção do quão grande isso pode se tornar se acharem uma digital sua lá, ai sim eu não vou poder fazer nada!

- Eu não quero te perder.. -minha voz sai como um sussurro-

- E não vai, eu vou te tirar dessa Sunshine -diz e beija meu nariz.


Zayn beija meus lábios de forma delicada e mesmo estando com meu rosto pressionado ao seu, sinto uma lágrima caindo e se juntando a nós dois.


- Você acha que eu sou uma assassina?

- S/n..

- Responde, Zayn -imploro.

- Foi legitima defesa -ele diz e me abraça- eu teria feito o mesmo.

- E quando a família dele souber, ele pode ter uma filha como eu..

- Ninguém merece ter um pai estuprador, se ele está queimando no inferno agora é porque é digno disto, você só fez o que alguém acabaria fazendo.

- Não ta com medo de mim? -pergunto olhando em seus olhos.

- Jamais sentirei medo de você. Eu te amo, Sunshine, para sempre!

- Desculpa te meter nisso, eu só -gaguejei- não consegui pensar em mais ninguém..

- E nem deveria ter pensando em outro alguém, eu não sou só seu namorado, sou teu amigo e vou te defender mas tem que prometer que vai fazer o que eu pedir -diz segurando meu rosto- você promete?

- Prometo, Zayn, desculpa mais uma vez. Amo você Z, para sempre!



[…]


A noite estava incrivelmente normal, nada diria que acabaria como acabou. Estava tirando a mesa do último cliente quando vi um homem parado ao lado de fora da loja, o mesmo tirou o cigarro da boca e jogou no chão amassando.

Ao invés de tirar o uniforme como sempre apenas coloquei o sobretudo e peguei minha bolsa, caminhei até a porta desligando as luzes e logo cheguei na porta. Tive a sensação de estar sendo observada mas ignorei, guardei a chave do restaurante e comecei a caminhar até o carro, o barulho do meu salto no pisão molhado começou a fazer barulho e então eu não percebi que estava sendo seguida.

- Você sabe onde fica a rua..


Me virei para trás e vi o mesmo homem que estava me observando na loja, seus olhos eram escuros como a noite e ele estava com uma sacola na mão.


- Você não ouviu minha pergunta?


Olhei para os lados e para meu azar a rua estava vazia, engoli seco o meu medo e antes mesmo que ele pudesse falar qualquer outra coisa eu corri. Corri o mais rápido que eu pude mas não foi o suficiente, logo senti a forte pancada na cabeça e cai. O homem me puxou pelos cabelos e começou a me arrastar para o mato, eu gritei mas parecia que tudo o que fazia não era o suficiente.


- Serei seu último homem, e aquele que mais vai te machucar.


Sua voz era ríspida e me causava nojo, o mesmo tirou o cinto e então abaixou as calças, já sem forças para gritar resolvi me entregar a morte. Ele rasgou minhas roupas e quando estava subindo para cima, vi algo em sua cintura, um revolver. O velho imundo distribuía beijos molhados pelos meus seios e eu chorava, em um momento de total descuido dele o mesmo olhou para o lado dando espaço para eu agir. Enfiei as unhas em seus olhos e o mesmo caiu para o lado urrando, me arrastei até a arma e engatei.


- Não vai me mat..


Pá. E o barulho da salvação da uma menina ecoou preenchendo a mata.


[…]



Zayn estacionou no em frente ao Hotel Midland e então nós descemos, eu estava suada e visivelmente assustada. Ele passou as mãos pela minha franja a descolando do rosto por conta do suor, e puxou o zíper do seu moletom cobrindo os roxos na minha clavícula. Abaixei o rosto e apertei os olhos ao lembrar da cena do homem em cima de mim, o maldito cheiro dele ainda estava no meu rosto e eu me sentia amaldiçoada.


- Um quarto, por favor.

- Seu nome senhor?

- Zayn Javadd.

- Preferencia para andar?

- Se não houver problemas o mais alto.

- Ótimo. -a moça disse sorrindo e entregando a chave.


Assim que senti a água em meu corpo as feridas arderam e eu me segurei para não chorar, eu estava com medo e indignada por não sentir pena pela morde do homem que abusou de mim. Todos nós já fizemos coisas que não são motivo de orgulho. Eu entendo isso. Eu sei que ninguém é perfeito. Mas como é que você vive com isso? Como você se levanta todas as manhãs e enfrenta o mundo, sabendo que você poderia ter feito melhor? Que você deveria ter feito melhor? Estar arrependido é o suficiente? Um pedido de desculpas pode realmente curar nossas feridas? Aliviar a nossa dor? Ele pode desfazer o dano que causei?


- Sunshine, por favor não chora.


Ele pedia com a voz suave enquanto passava de forma delicada a esponja pelo meu corpo, eu via a dor em seus olhos enquanto me banhava e até vi as lágrimas de pena em seu rosto mas preferi não comentar para não o deixar desconfortável.


- Se quiser eu posso fazer isso -digo e ele sorri.

- Ta doendo? -pergunta enquanto toca com delicadeza meu seio.

- Não -respondo e uma mecha cai nos meus olhos.

- Vai ficar tudo bem eu prometo.

- Acredito em você!


[…]


Por mais que não pudéssemos contar para ninguém do fato, precisávamos de ajuda com o corpo já que ele estava na caminhonete do Zayn. Tinha que ser feito tudo ainda agora na madrugada ou então eu estaria ferrada.

Meu celular tocou tirando minha atenção da televisão e eu corri para atender.


- Temos um problema -Zayn diz ofegante.

- O que? -pergunto tremula.

- O corpo sumiu.

- Acha que ele está vivo? -pergunto com os olhos fechados.

- Sim! Não sai do Hotel, não atenda telefonemas, não fale com ninguém.

- Zayn..

- Só abra a porta para mim!
- Espera..

- Sunshine, eu a amo.

- Onde você vai?

- Vou acabar com aquele que quase a tirou de mim!

Sempre que achamos que conhecemos o futuro, mesmo por um segundo… ele muda. Às vezes o futuro muda rapidamente e completamente. E ficamos com a escolha do que fazer a seguir. Podemos escolher ficar com medo dele. Ficar parado, tremendo, sem se mover. Pensando que o pior vai acontecer.

Ou vamos em frente… Para o desconhecido

continua?

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cat-loss  asked:

simon/jace/maia prompt: simon finds out jace & maia hooked up and he was surprised by it, but he was more surprised to see he was disappointed they didn't invited him along 👀 👀

okay so like I low-key took a different twist on this prompt rip me but uh basically the gist is Maia and Simon have an open relationship (both of them being polyamorous) and the story of Simon & Clary’s breakup should be canon ur welcome

“Woah, woah, hold up.” Simon said, raising a hand. “You hooked up with Jace? Like Jace Jace?”

“You know any other cocky blonde shadowhunters named Jace?” Maia replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Is it a more-than-one-time thing?” Simon asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“You can’t be seriously judging me right now. Our relationship is open, remember? And I had to watch your whole mess with Clary.” Maia 

Simon sputtered. “What-no- I’m not- I wouldn’t- Me and Clary weren’t a mess!” 

“Yeah you were, Clary broke up with you by coming out as a lesbian.” Maia pointed out. 

“Well I consider our relationship was the helpful nudge to help Clary realize who she is.” Simon said. “Plus It was a totally mutual break off! We mistook our strong platonic feelings for each other of that of romantic ones. Happens to everyone.” 

Maia rolled her eyes, but it was without any harsh intent. “So you if you weren’t judging the me-and-Jace… thing, what was with the look?”

Simon tilted his head. “What look?” 

“The one you had when you asked if it was a more than once kinda thing.” Maia said, trying to mimic the look he gave her. 

“Oh,” Simon blushed. “I was wondering if you thought Jace would be open to, uh, another partner in crime?”

Maia smirked. “I don’t see the harm in asking him.”

Misunderstandings - A Malec Fanfiction.(Part 1)

To be honest, Alec didn’t know what to do.

The party for Max’s first rune was in full swing with the music blaring, guests talking and what not. Magnus had left him a few moments ago to talk to Clary.

Now, he was stuck with some random Shadowhunter guy called Jeremy who was trying to flirt with him, smiling seductively and all. He wanted nothing more than to get out of there and be by Magnus’s side again. But he couldn’t. He had no choice so he tried to play along, even smiling when Jeremy complemented him.

What he didn’t notice was Magnus looking at him from across the room, hurt clearly embedded in his features.


A/N: This is actually a one-shot that was inspired by the 2x08 promo when it came out. Since the story is long, I’ve decided to split it into parts. PLEASE let me know in the comments if you’d like me to continue doing this! I’ll start by releasing two parts and - depending on the comments - continue from there if you want me to. And please note that this story was written before the 2x08 was released, so this fic doesn’t have any of the ACTUAL events that transpired when the episode released. You can find the full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9801719

And finally, a huge thank you to @cateyes-bane for giving me the confidence to actually post this. <3 <3 <3

XOXO,

Darkness

(ao3
aka: jace and maia spent a week together and nobody can tell me otherwise
words: 1,300 approx.

Jace considered everything too quiet as he navigated the streets of New York. When he tried to think, all that came to mind was bassy music, neon lights and soft bedsheets; he remembered his body pressed against rough brick walls, arms pinned above his head, trying to find a reason to stop but coming up short.

Her mouth was warm against his skin, against his lips, but her hands were ice cold, the stark contrast making Jace’s head spin. Her voice was a challenge, hiding both honesty and lies, and it made Jace feel a kind of madness, so much so that replying seemed a useless gesture. He only saw her in that moment; all smiles and sarcasm and acquired confidence, somebody Jace could try to level with, but never could.

The thought of her was as common as the pulse under his skin.

Maia. Maia Roberts—

‘Don’t think this means anything—’

And Jace tried to convince himself that all of this was just a path leading to a dead end, that things were just getting better before they got worse, but he was a lost cause. As soon as their lips met, Jace knew he would follow her anywhere, if she asked.

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Treasure Pursued In Ruin 2

Dragon Age AU fic inspired by The Mummy.

Featuring: my Inquisitor OC Maia Lavellan, @kurosmind‘s OC Fael Lavellan, Dorian Pavus and Felix Alexius.

Words: 2653

Parts: 1/2/3/4


“We’re late.” Fael noted, it wasn’t said out of worry or annoyance; it was merely an observation. Looking over his cleaner appearance in the mirror he debated slicking back his hair to fully show his vallaslin markings to the people of Tevinter to annoy them. While he and Maia were now considered the property of this Dorian Pavus person, it was on paper only. No one else needed to know they were guiding him and the other Tevinter to the ruin. He looked over to see Maia finish strapping her new blades to her hips and loop her scarf around her neck, signalling she was ready to go. “How angry do you think they’ll be?” he mused, thinking of the pair waiting for them. As they walked he noted the foul looks they were receiving as they walked. Hearing one mutter a slur under their breath, Fael pushed his hair from his face. Maia scowled at the person and quickly nudged his side with her elbow to distract him.

“Bet you two sovereigns he’s insulting us by the time we get there.” Fael considered it for a moment. They weren’t too late and it wasn’t going to take long to get to the meeting place. He couldn’t be that impatient, surely.  

“Deal.”

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The Shop Around the Corner - DownworldShadow - Shadowhunters (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood
Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Maia Roberts, Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Best Friends, Falling In Love, Healing, New York City, Books, Music, Bookstores, Coffee, Sexual Tension, Humor, Sex, Romance, Bromance, Drinking, Kissing A Stranger, True Love, malec feels, Happily Ever After
Summary:

After a sudden and tragic accident Alec Lightwood unexpectedly finds himself the reluctant owner of a New York City bookshop. Working alongside his best friend Maia Roberts, the two are committed to keeping the doors open despite the steady decline of small family-owned businesses in the area. They manage to keep the store afloat for several years, until a high-profile real estate developer named Magnus Bane has other plans for the neighborhood.

Thank the Angel for Werewolves

Jimon, Chapter 1 of 3

Summary: When an unexpected and unwanted visitor steps into Hunter’s Moon, Simon Lewis gets into his very first bar fight. Oddly enough, that’s not even the weirdest part of the night.



….. [Simon’s] decided he’s about done with his drink and is pulling out his wallet when he’s interrupted by the sound of shattering glass and a huge intake of breath. His eyes dart up to see Maia’s wide with her hand on her mouth and a more vulnerable expression than he’s ever seen her have in front of him. Swiftly turning around to see who came in that she’s staring at, he sees a tall guy with tattooed arms– definitely not runes, but instead swirling script– and hazel eyes standing there looking just as shocked. When the guy’s expression turns to regret it clicks who this is, and before Maia can do anything Simon’s jumped up and crossed the room with speed only to block Jordan’s way into the bar.

“You’re not welcome here,” he says firmly, anger seeping through. Maia wasn’t his girlfriend anymore and he had never been in love with her but he still cared about her enough to despise anyone who could have abused and then attacked her like that. “Leave.”

In the corner of his eye he can see that both Alec and Jace have tensed, watching the situation extremely closely. After everything they know better than to just jump into downworlder affairs, but Simon knows it’s only a few words away from them getting involved. Sometimes shadowhunters were a little too like their mundane police counterparts.

“You can’t tell me what to do vamp,” Jordan replies angrily, all signs of conflict he had looking at Maia gone now that he was watching Simon with contempt. “Get out of my way.”

Jordan glances behind Simon who turns to see that Jace had gotten out of his seat and folded his runed and muscled arms across his chest. Alec was watching both Jace and Jordan carefully but was still on the edge of his seat. Jordan scoffs and takes a quick look at Maia who hasn’t moved but is now watching him with a desperate sort of anger. Simon knew she was more than able to kick Jordan’s ass if she wanted, but he had seen from watching Jace with Valentine the first time how impossible it looked to fight your abuser…

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delphinetheeskimopie  asked:

Hey! Are you still accepting Maia/Amy prompts? Could you do one about their first time? Cheers xx

THIS REALLY GOT AWAY FROM ME BUT I HOPE IT’S WORTH THE WAIT 

(also, seeing evelyne brochu’s face is such a gift, thank you for blessing my inbox with this exalted image) 

TW: cheating, smut, FEELINGS 

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Stay On Your Feet (You Are Not Alone)

[Ao3]

Main Characters: Maia Roberts

Relationships: Maia Roberts/Jace Wayland/Lightwood/Herondale

Summary: Souls that need each other find each other.

Maia rests her hip against the doorway as she tilts her head slightly as the music washes over her.

“You know,” she says, enjoying the way Jace’s head snaps up, “I haven’t heard anyone play the piano in person since high school. You’re better than the guy in band.”

Jace blinks at her once before springing from the piano bench. His mouth opens but no words come out and Maia watches as his cheeks begin to turn a fake pink. She doesn’t bother attempting to hide her growing smile.

“Maia,” Jace finally manages to get out. He shifts his weight and flexes one of his hands open and closed. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Really,” she says teasingly. Jace’s lips twitch up in a smile of his own. “You aren’t going to say hi, then?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

Jace’s grin stretches across his entire face this time and he crosses the room to kiss her gently. “Hi,” he breathes when they part and Maia’s following soft laughter sends puffs of her breath against his cheek and lips.

“Very good,” she says and pats his chest. “I’d suggest saying hi in a much more fun way, but I actually think I’m here on business.”

Jace raises his eyebrows. “Really?” he asks, with genuine surprise. The look Maia shoots him makes him smile again. “Sorry,” he says. “I just wasn’t expecting–”

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We’re lookin’ good for Chapter 14 of The Children of Flames to hit tomorrow! Here’s the link to Chapter 13: Creepshow if you need a bit of a refresher on what the hell’s going on ;)

New to the party, or want to review the whole ride so far? The mischief begins in Chapter 1: Aftertaste!

Fallen Angel, Pt. 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

This was entirely unplanned, I’ll admit. But…I’m very proud of it. And I’m very sorry.

Last chapter though! It’s veeeeery angsty and there’s blood and violence.

Inspired by @simonlewisantifanclub. Thank you for letting me write your idea Tara, and I hope I haven’t made you regret it XD

What if Raphael’s death wasn’t real, and Asmodeus kept him prisoner for four years before giving him back to Magnus?


Simon’s instincts kicked in faster than anyone else’s. He seized Raphael around the waist and hauled him away from Magnus. Raphael screamed in fury, fingernails clawing at Simon’s arms, legs kicking. His strength was incredible and in just seconds he had knocked Simon to the ground and darted out of his grip. Simon’s head connected sickeningly with the ground, and for a moment sight and sound went fuzzy and distant. Then he heard someone yelling his name and Maia’s face came into focus. She had blood smeared across one cheek.

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The Rocky Horror Malec Show: TMI/Shadowhunters Halloween Special

When Alec is roped into a bet Jace makes with Sebastian he becomes a stage hand to a production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, involving Clary, Jace, Simon, Isabelle, Maia, Jordon and, most embarrassing of all, his crush Magnus Bane, who plays the main lead, Doctor Frank ‘n’ Furter. When a cast member drops out, Jace convinces Alec to take their place-lest he loses the bet with Sebastian-and become the production’s Rocky.

Jace was going to owe him BIG time.

“Oh my god,” Clary gaped.

Alec felt like he was going to faint. That was his costume?! That piece of … of practically nothing! “No way,” he finally declared. “Nah-uh. Not going to happen. Nooooooo.”

“Don’t be such a prude, Alec!” Jace replied, the idea of Sebastian winning the bet and holding it over his head making him slightly hysterical. “It’s underpants! You wear underpants!”

“With clothes on top!” Alec shouted back. “I am not wearing a pair of underpants and nothing else in front of the entire student body!”

Jace shook his head adamantly in disagreement. “It’s not just underpants! You have shoes too!”

“To be fair, if Magnus can wear a corset and six inch heels, you should be able to wear underpants,” Simon pointed out, adjusting his glasses as if that would make his point any smarter. Even hearing Magnus’ name made Alec’s heart flutter and he ducked his head to hide how flustered he was.

“But this is Magnus we’re talking about,” Isabelle reminded Simon. “He would come to school wearing a corset and six inch heels if the Principal would let him!”

“Oh my god, enough! I’ll wear the damn underpants!” Alec snapped, grabbing the gold shorts off the rack and snatching the script out of Jace’s hands. “Do you even know what happens in this play?”

“Not really …” Jace shrugged.

Alec almost dropped the script when he happened upon a particular part. “Magnus has to do what to me?!”

Anything You Say - Chapter One

Alec/Magnus, Cop/Forensics AU

Detective Alec Lightwood likes his job. He likes the order of it, likes helping people, likes that he gets to work with Jace and that Izzy is always right downstairs in the morgue too. He’s wanted to be a cop ever since he was a kid, just like his parents before him, and now he’s living that dream. His life should be perfect.

There’s just one problem. Their precinct has just gotten a new forensic expert – Magnus Bane.

And honestly, he’s so cute that Alec’s kind of losing his mind.

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