ok so imagine alec in a couple of years, completely comfortable with himself and his sexuality and so decides he wants other people to feel the same so starts going in to talk to local high schools about how his ‘job’ and 'community’ discriminated against him and he overcame it and he starts handing his phone number out for kids to call him
and suddenly his phone starts blowing up with calls from kids in the lgbtq+ community who feel like they have no one to turn to so Alec starts setting up group meetings in a community centre in Brooklyn and tons of teenagers come and Alec feels so satisfied
and then one day he notices one teen with a slight blur around them and realises this kid is glamoured, and the girl next to him has piercing green eyes that are just too green for her to be human, and then the kid next to her is trying (and failing) and cover their rune on their hand
and Alec is just overcome with the emotions that not only is he providing comfort amongst these mundane children, but now also shadowhunters and downworlders alike who are all in the same situation
and when his original kids leave the group he isn’t sad to see them go, but bursting with pride that these kids are now so comfortable in their own skin they don’t need someone to turn to, and so Alec welcomes the next bunch of unfamiliar faces into his group
||Request: Can you make a wolf Dean where he’s jealous because AJ is flirting with reader. Then almost kills him. Dean then whimpers like a pup for forgiveness.||
“You like that hon?” AJ said as he pinned you against the wall. He traced your collarbone while he watched your mouth for what he thought was going to be a moan.
“No AJ get off of me!” You pushed the Southern man away, “and I thought Southerners were supposed to be mannered!” AJ gave a cocky smirk, “well of course honey, we are! I’m just the champ. Girls just fall for me- like you.”
You gave a wide eyed response, “dude, I never said I liked you. So get the fuck away from me.” AJ rolled his eyes in response, “feisty young thang you are,” his southern slang was kind of alluring. You looked to the other guys in the locker room. You saw Ambrose was the only one paying attention to your little situation. His deep blue eyes gave a fierce stare at AJ.
Dean walked over and grabbed AJ by the neck to pin him to the wall, “you like that punk? Don’t fucking think about touching my mate again.”
AJ’s eyes begged for a release, “F-f-fuck you, Ambrose,” was the only thing he could choke out. Before a fight broke out you inserted yourself between the two men, “how about you let the dumbass go babe and we can go back to our room?”
Tear into him.
“She’s mine. Claimed,” Dean spat as he dropped the choke. AJ huffed, “you got a fine piece of ass on your hands though.” You quickly grabbed Dean’s hand and jerked him away, “don’t mind him. But I do have a fine ass!” Dean looked down to you and smirked, “yes you do,” he said as he gave your ass a big spank, “and it’s all mine.” You jumped in surprise and giggled.
You sat in your hotel room alone. You decided against running with the wolves tonight; reason being is because you didn’t want to get side swiped again by AJ.
You settled into bed at 1:30AM, praying Dean was staying away from the city with the pack. You knew how unpredictable he was when he shifted.
Your phone rang.
“Fuck,” you groaned as you rolled over to the nightstand to unplug your phone to take the call from Seth of all people. “Yes?” You asked bluntly.
“Call your fucking hound off of AJ,” he uttered quickly. You gave a tired grunt, “what am I supposed to do? Where the fuck are they?” Seth gave a long pause before responding, “we’re in the back of the hotel in the bush line. Hurry.” Seth hung up.
You swung your legs off of the bed and slipped into your fluffy black slippers. You grabbed the room key and jogged out. You jogged all the way down to the lobby and out the door.
You ran in the shadows of the hotel to not be detected by god knows who but you were paranoid. “Stop Dean!” You shouted at the bipedal werewolf. AJ was just in his feral wolf form.
“Dean I said stop!” You yelled as you got up to the group standing around the brawling were’s. You took a deep breath and yelled, “bad boy! Bad Dean!” You hated scolding your mate like a literal dog but it worked ninety nine percent of the time.
Dean stopped his assault and looked at you. His eyes became soft. His tail tucked between his legs. Then whimpers followed; he hated disappointing you.
You made your way to your mate and ruffled his fur, “I didn’t mean it baby boy. You’re good. Good mate.” You pressed your head into his hard chest, “good mate. No fight.” Dean ceased his whimpers and wrapped his furred arms around you.
“I forgive you Dean,” you said looking up to meet his royal yellow eyes. He leaned down to sniff your face and give a quick lick on the cheek for his thankfulness.
You were released from the embrace to see that Seth and Xavier were checking AJ’s wounds. “He didn’t hurt him that bad, did he?” You asked. Seth quickly shook his head, “nah. Looks like he has a few cuts but besides that he’s just a big pussy.” You smiled and thanked the boys for alerting you to this fight.
“Goodnight babe, you know where the other door key is, come in anytime you want,” you muttered to Dean. He nodded and bounded off into the wooded area. You sighed and made your long trip back to your room.
You pulled out the room key and unlocked your room. The bed was basically calling your name at this point. So you went ahead and slipped into bed for some much needed sleep.
Took another little break from the multi-animator project to take on a commission from @natural–blues. She hired me to create a piece of art for the fanfic “A Moonlit Pact,” which features David’s Aiden Hoynes character from “The Politician’s Husband” and Billie as Rose Tyler where they are both werewolves. She wanted them wearing those cute hoodies with wolf ears and paws and sent me pictures of real wolves so I could get the pelt coloring right. I loved the concept and painting the fur was fun!
a vampire lady whose wives help her with her hair and makeup since she can’t see herself in a mirror.
ghost girlfriends who ‘haunt’ the local gay bar, innocuously changing the music to the jazz that played when they were young. the owner loves it and remodels the bar to match.
a centaur and a faun who live in a cute forest cottage with wide doors and an apple orchard in the back. the faun does the gardening since her wife can’t comfortably reach the earth with her human hands, and the centaur picks the apples from the tall trees.
a gorgon with a gargoyle girlfriend who can always turn back from stone after looking into her eyes.
a siren who will die if a ship ever sails past her cove, and her harpie girlfriend who snatches up the sailors that try to resist the song.
werewolf wives with eight children. they are total soccer moms and the rest of the pta was terrified of them for months, but they won the other moms over with an amazing shepard’s pie at the potluck.
scylla and charybdis, cursed to half-lives as monsters living across from one another in the strait, find comfort in each other’s company. sailors talk of the pass between them narrowing at nights, truly impassible.
The image refuses to leave my brain, so I must once again inflict it on you all.
Canvas fanny packs, faux-leather, horrible 90s neon. ALL the Fanny Packs, worn by giant wolf monsters. Dire Wolf Beasts the size of motocycles with sparkly pink glitter fanny packs wrapped around them. Mighty warriors digging through camo-fanny packs for a snack.