okay but why isn’t there any bloodlines au bellarke fanfic?! sydrian quotes and scenes are epic and it would fit bellarke perfectly.

just imagine it, look at these quotes, it screams bellarke:
- “You’re my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.”
- “As long as we’re together, that’s how we’ll be. No trembling, no faltering. We’re unstoppable.”
- “He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.”
- “I tried to be a better person for her– but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. […] You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.”
- “I’m not a warrior or a goddess.” “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.”
- “I’m not dangerous.” “You are to me.”
- “He was my center and there was nothing I wouldn’t do. Nothing I wouldn’t give up. To keep him safe.”
- “When I touch you, your aura… it smolders. Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?”
- “It didn’t matter that people expected everything of me and nothing of him. We were still the same, both of us constantly trying to break out of the lines that others had defined for us and be our own person.
- and i could go on and on…

just fucking imagine how amazing would that be. can someone write it for me? i’m begging, i need this fic.

i’m not even kidding im so pro healthy relationships it hurts like idec when abuse supporters call it “boring” give me all that //boring// shit im so thirsty for healthy, consensual relationships filled with respect and love and friendship ill take that any day over forced gross over dramatic ~~connections~~


Knowing Will and his friends had made Magnus swear to himself that he would never again get involved in Shadowhunters’ personal business. Because when you got to know them, you got to care about them. And when you got to care about mortals…                                        They broke your heart.


“Then why are you crying?”

“Because of you!” I beat my fists on his chest. “Because I love you, and I don’t know what to do! I can solve almost any problem, but I can’t solve this. I don’t know how to deal with that. And I’m afraid! Afraid for you! Do you know what it’d do to me if something happens to you?” I stopped hitting him and clasped my hands over my own chest, as though there was a danger my heart might fall out. “This! This would break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble until it was dust.” I dropped my hands. “Blown away on the wind until there was nothing left.”