This is a short piece Holly and I wrote for John Green’s Project for Awesome a few years ago. I recently mentioned it and enough people asked to see it that I thought we ought to put it up! It’s a crossover between Holly Black’s Modern Faerie Tale series and Shadowhunter Chronicles. Kaye, Roiben, Corny and Luis are all from Holly’s books. You may well know the others. :) This is set before the beginning of City of Bones. Remember when Jace talked about eating faerie food and running naked down Fifth Avenue…?
Kaye really wasn’t expecting Shadowhunters to come to Moon in
a Cup, especially on opening day.
She wasn’t even really sure what
Shadowhunters did. They appeared to believe that the world was menaced
by demons, wore a lot of weapons, tattooed one another, and
didn’t trust anyone who wasn’t one of them. Kaye had once pointed
out that she’d never seen a demon and, really, she’d seen plenty of odd
things. The Shadowhunter she’d been talking with had claimed her not
seeing any demons only proved that the Shadowhunters were doing
their job. She’d stopped arguing after that.
You can’t prove a negative, Corny had said.
It annoyed her,
though, because not only did they believe in demons, but they
thought faeries like her were part demon too. That made all the
weapon carrying and weirdness a little more nervous-making than it
might have been otherwise. But Luis liked them and, besides, Kaye
She just hoped they didn’t eat the scones.
Moon in a Cup was her dream and now that it was nally happening, she was incredibly nervous. She loved the smell of the espresso
in the air, the clouds of steam and the sound of frothing milk. She loved
all the things that she and her friends had scavenged from thrift sales
and from the side of the road. Ratty little wooden tables that she and
Valerie and Ruth had decoupaged with postcards and sheets of music
and pages from encyclopedias. Gold-painted chairs. Outsider art and
weird antlers and a few landscapes with sea serpents painted on top of
them. Mismatched cups that ranged from bone china to chipped bowls
with pictures of ducks on them to mugs with slogans for businesses
long closed. Every single one felt like a treasure to her, but she’d never
anything before or been very responsible. She’s worried over whether
she could handle it – whether she’d even like it once it was real – for
And now, finally, finally, finally, the place was open.
Ravus and Luis had painted a big sign announcing their GRAND OPENING,
which hung above the register. There, in somewhat organized canisters,
were the makings for many things, both mortal and less so. In addition to various
coffee drinks, including the terrifying Red Eye, and the Dirty Chai, they
were serving herbal teas made from nettle, milk thistle and dandelion, rosehip
and sticklewort, bluecap and coltsfoot.
Then one of the Unseelie knights, Dulcamara, had sent Kaye a large basket of
pastries – scones, muns, all tarts – all baked with faerie fruit, none of which
Kaye could picture the knight making herself. Corny had put them out, but
marked them NOT FOR HUMANS, which Kaye worried might confuse people
who came in off the street. Still, she’d been too busy to do more than promise
herself that she was going to keep an eye on them.
The place was already half full by the time the Shadowhunters arrived.
There were a ton of faerie folk that Kaye didn’t know — denizens of Roiben’s
court, looking curiously around at the décor. Corny was helping Kaye behind
the bar, mixing up a pot of seaweed tea for a sharp-dressed kelpie who winked
at him. Corny didn’t wink back, probably because Luis was watching him from
across the room with an amused expression, flanked by Val, her short red hair
growing out in curls, Ravus, and Val’s best friend Ruth with her new girlfriend
whose hair was dyed the color of a blueberry.
Luis stopped watching his boyfriend, though, and looked over at the door
when the Shadowhunters came in. They tended to attract attention, even
though they were often glamoured up like they really didn’t want it. Still, it was
hard to ignore a group of tall, heavily armed people whose cheekbones were
as sharp as their weaponry.
It was a group of three of them: two boys and a girl. The taller boy had
black hair and blue eyes, and wore a quiver of bows slung over his shoulder.
His hands were in his pockets and he was glaring like he really didn’t want to
be there. The boy next to him was blond, really bright blond, with hair the
same color that the gold chairs were painted. He was wearing a long leather
jacket so any weapons he had on him were probably concealed,
although Kaye was sure they were there. The girl had the same long black hair as the tall boy — siblings, Kaye guessed —
though her eyes were dark. She was wearing a owing lacy top and a
velvet skirt, and a very unusual sort of golden bangle that curled over
and over up her arm.
“Meliorn!” the girl cried out upon entering, and dashed across the
room to throw herself into the arms of a faerie knight in white armor.
Kaye recognized him as one of the Seelie Court’s knights, kind of a silent,
stuck-up type. He returned the Shadowhunter girl’s embrace.
“Isabelle,” he said. “You are as lovely as a willow tree.”
Kaye smirked to herself. Ah, faerie compliments. Some willow
trees were lovely and some weren’t, so the compliment didn’t mean
much. The Shadowhunter girl, Isabelle, seemed to purr under his words,
though; grasping him by his slightly pointed ears — maybe only a half-fae? — she kissed him warmly. Well, that was new. Shadowhunters dating faeries?
The two boys came up to the bar, looking around like they were
sure that anyone would be honored to serve them coffee. Kaye wasn’t
“So what’s a red eye?” asked the blond one.
“It’s a shot of espresso in a cup of coffee,” Kaye explained. “Not for
The blond boy grinned. He had that kind of grin that really good-looking
people who knew they were good-looking had. It was more
than a little intimidating. “I think you’ll find I’m not an amateur at anything.”
“So does that mean you want one, or not?” Kaye always felt
awkward around boys like him, sure that they were laughing at her.
“I think it means if you come out from behind that counter and
spend a few minutes with me somewhere a little more private, you
won’t be disappointed.”
Kaye stared at him, open-mouthed. Was he really suggesting they
go have sex? Like right then, in the middle of her shift? Or maybe he
meant something else. She took another look at him. Nope, probably
“Jace,” hissed the boy standing next to him. “Just order a freaking
cookie or something.”
“I like cookies,” said Jace, with a particularly charming smile, “but
what I really prefer is pretty ladies with green skin.”
“Slow your roll, Captain Kirk,” said Corny. “She has a boyfriend.”
“A serious one?” Jace inquired — he was still smiling in that charming way that made it hard to be irritated.
“He has a seriously big sword,” Corny said. “And he’ll be here any
Jace’s hand went to his waist. “Well, if it’s seriously big swords
we’re discussing —“
The dark-haired boy thunked his head down on the countertop.
“Stop this pointless flirting,” he said. “Or I will bash my head through this
“I wish you wouldn’t,” said Kaye. “We just had it installed.”
“Calm down, Alec.” Jace shrugged, in a no-harm-trying kind of way
and flashed his grin at Corny. “In that case, I guess we’ll have to make do
with two Red Eyes and a scone.”
“The scones aren’t for humans,” Kaye protested.
“We’re not humans,” said Jace.
Kaye was about to protest again, when Corny slid a plate with a
scone on it onto the countertop with a flourish.
She wanted to snatch it back – faerie fruit wasn’t wise for anyone
– but it would be bad for business to be seen wrestling food away from
customers, especially when they were currently in the process of paying
for it. Besides, she thought, trying to convince herself, people liked
faerie fruit. It made them a little crazy, sure, and there was that one time
that Corny had recited all the lyrics to Synchronicity while eating them
and that other time that he’d maybe been involved in an orgy, but on
the whole, Jace would probably be fine.
Shadowhunters were supposed to be different. Maybe they had
some control over themselves that ordinary human beings didn’t. The
rumor about them was that they were part angel, and Kaye couldn’t
imagine angels running around reciting all the lyrics to Synchronicity or
getting into orgiastic situations. Then again, she couldn’t picture angels
hitting on her either.
“Enjoy it,” she said, giving up and setting their coffee drinks on the counter.
Alec took the change she handed out and dumped it in the tip
jar. She felt bad for him. It was obvious he had a bit of a crush on Jace,
and equally obvious that he was having a pretty bad day.
She watched as they made their way across the shop and sank down on
a couch across from Isabelle and Meliorn, who were busy rubbing noses
and making cutesy faces at each other. Jace and Alec rolled their eyes.
Another boy came in, staggering a little. His black hair stuck
straight up, thick with glitter, and he appeared to be very, very drunk. He
had a stack of papers with him and was handing them out to the
patrons. Every time someone took one, there was a little electric burst of
Finally he sprawled out in an armchair near Isabelle, and leaned
over to her.
She broke away from Meliorn, frowning at him — he
seemed to be saying something about his cat’s birthday as he waved
another piece of paper at her. Or maybe he was talking about his own
birthday, since his eyes looked very like the reective, unblinking eyes of
a cat. Kaye wondered what he was. Not a faerie, and not a Shadowhunter
“The Magnificent Magnus?” Isabelle said, dubiously, then
shrugged. “But, hey, thanks for the invite.” She took the paper, folded it
up, and thrust it down the front of her shirt before going back to kissing
For a few minutes, Kaye was absorbed in making another pot of
seaweed tea, passing over three espresso shots to a trio of hobgoblins
and making one Dirty Chai for a human in a business suit who seemed a
little unnerved, as though despite not being able to see through the
glamour all around him, he was able to discern that something about
the other customers was a little off. He scuttled away as soon as she
handed him her drink, clearing the way for her to see across the room —
To where Jace was taking off his clothes. The scone plate on the
coffee table in front of him was empty, and he had a dreamy expression
on his face – the dreamy expression of a human who had eaten faerie
fruit. He had already shrugged off his long coat, and was getting to work
on the buttons of his shirt.
“Jace,” Alec hissed. “Jace, what are you doing?”
“It’s warm in here,” Jace said, in a slurred voice.
Two knives hit the
Across the room, several faeries began to giggle. Jace kicked off
his boots and socks.
“Corny,” Kaye said. “Do something. This is entirely your fault, you
know. You gave him those scones.”
Corny was watching Jace undressing with raised eyebrows and an
appreciative expression on his face. “I think I might be some kind of
genius. You couldn’t pay me to stop this.”
Jace had whipped his shirt off. Kaye squinted and had to admit
Corny had a point. You rarely saw a body like that outside of magazine
spreads. Some people had six-packs; Jace appeared to have a twelve-pack.
It didn’t look humanly possible. “Could be good for business,” she
mused and pulled herself an espresso shot. She thought she was going
to need it.
“Maybe we could get him to do it every day?” Corny said, as Jace
unbuttoned his jeans. Alec attempted to stop him, but Jace moved
nimbly out of his way and kicked the jeans off with a flourish.
“Don’t try to stop me, Alec,” said Jace. “This body has to be free.”
Isabelle looked up from kissing Meliorn and her eyes widened.
“Holy crap,” she said.
She started to stand up, but Jace had already made his way to the
door. He paused there and bowed — to not considerable applause —
plucked the pair of antlers o the wall, and placed them gently on his
Then he darted out the door, just as Roiben came in.
Roiben, in his long black cloak, raised both his silver brows and
stared after Jace, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. He looked
about to ask Meliorn a question and then seemed to think better of it.
Then, abruptly, he began to laugh.
“Oh, by the Angel,” Alec said mournfully. “Another place we can
never go to again. You’d think, in a city as big as New York …”
Kaye noticed that the boozy Magnus the Magnicent was
watching Alec with a gleam in his catlike eyes. It really was too bad Alec
seemed too sunk in gloom to notice.
“We should have hung a sign on that guy,” Corny said. “Imagine
And right then, Kaye realized two things. One was that Shadowhunters
might be good at killing things, but their dating lives were a mess. And
the other was that she was going to love owning a coffee shop.
SOMEBODY. PLEASE. TALK TO ME ABOUT "THE DARKEST PART OF THE FOREST"
I stayed up until 2AM reading “The Darkest Part of the Forest” by Holly Black, because obviously I forgot the cardinal rule, don’t start a new book after 9PM.
AND OMG THIS BOOK. THIS BOOK RIGHT HERE.
I don’t have time to review it until this weekend but I have a desperate need to fangirl over this amazing fairy tale. So please please please, if you have read it, pop something into my inbox. Even if it’s just wordless keyboards smashing about how flipping AWESOME this books was.
I just want to crawl into this book and live. Forever. Faeries take me away!
Hey cass, Omg😂 on page 26 of holly black’s book red glove, it says “that stoner dude, jace, says he hooked up with someone over the summer,” Kevin whispers. “But I hear all the pictures he’s showing around are really pictures of his half sister. Fifty bucks says there no girlfriend.” -Do you thinks she’s trying to make a connection or something? Btw love your books! — herondalefam
THAT HOLLY BLACK WHAT IS SHE TRYING TO IMPLY I AM OUTRAGED I TELL YOU OUTRAGED
Holly and I always put in weird little references to each other’s books. We’ve been overlapping our universes for a long time — one of the perks of being critique partners. We even wrote a short story where the characters from her Modern Faerie Tale universe, who own a coffee shop in NYC, met up with the characters from The Mortal Instruments. There was Alec, there was Jace, there was Roibin and Kaye, it was good times.
aries - soul-eater (cracked by eliza crewe) taurus - dark court faery (wicked lovely by melissa marr) gemini - banshee (soul screamers series by rachel vincent) cancer - heartrender (the grisha trilogy by leigh bardugo) leo - shadowhunter (the mortal instruments by cassandra clare) virgo - jinn (dark caravan cycle by heather demetrios) libra - pixie (modern faerie tales by holly black) scorpio - vampire (morganville vampires by rachel caine) sagittarius - angel-blood (unearthly by cynthia hand) capricorn - werewolf (the last werewolf by glen duncan) aquarius - ghost (anna dressed in blood by kendare blake) pisces - chimaera (daughter of smoke and bone by laini taylor)
Dark elven look, satisfying my love of looking like a faerie tale creature in a more modern setting. Dress from Hot Topic, stockings from a costume shop, boots from TJ Maxx, necklaces from eBay, Hot Topic and Claire’s, ear cuffs from Enchanted Jewelry on Etsy.
enamuko asked: Hello! I like urban fantasy books along the lines of Simon R Green’s “Nightside” series, Rob Thurman’s “Cal Leandros” books, and Holly Black’s “A Modern Faerie Tale” series. Any recommendations in that genre?
I think I can help you with that! Urban Fantasy is one of those genres where I am probably more familiar with the YA books in it than Adults but here are some of my picks for these:
Okay, let’s try it again. Queer MALE characters in YA books? Tips? Suggestions? So far, I have:
Alec & Magnus in “The Mortal Instruments” by Cassandra Clare Jamie in “The Demon Lexicon” by Sarah Rees Brennan Braden in “Witch Eyes” by Scott Tracey Corny in “Modern Faerie Tales” by Holly Black Nico & Will in “Percy Jackson” by Rick Riordan