“If I’d like?” Magnus said, cooly, smoothly, burying his sudden anger in his façade as he removed his hand from Alec’s face. “Lightwood, whatever gave you the idea that I’d like to leave Alec’s side? Ever? Especially with him in a state like this. I know that you know about us.”

When Isabelle said nothing in reply, Magnus growled under his breath, any desire to hide his irritation gone. “Cry me a river. What is your deal with me, Isabelle?”

Silence decorated the air again. Isabelle had not shifted her gaze the entire time; then, she looked over to Magnus.

“Get out of this room,” she told him simply. “Get the hell out, before I hurt you.”

You already have, Magnus thought. “You couldn’t and you wouldn’t,” he said out loud.

A/N: Wow. This is a long chapter for me. 0__o I’m fairly pleased with it, for once. It’s not great, in my opinion, but I kind of like it. Moreso than most of my other stuff, anyway.

This is dedicated to the lovely Tura, whose birthday was a while ago! 3

Sorry it took so long. Haven’t had much muse (or time) lately. (I referenced the CoG-divulged fact that Alec has a journal. Couldn’t help myself.)

Concrit is LOVE, if you have any!

A/N: So here’s the first chapter! Sorry it took so long, I’ve been totally swamped with Script Frenzy and trips and whatnot. Hope this is sufficient in length and quality! (I’m not sure I like it much, at least not the first half. I haven’t really worked with this style before, so… yeah.)

And shoutout time; happy birthday to made-of-win Alex, who is better known here on as Spun! 8D

Just so you guys know, this is kind of AU; so the scene at Taki’s at the end of CoA happened, but the very last bit with Madeline, you know the “I know how to wake your mother up bit” didn’t. I’ll say it again: EVERYTHING IN THE FIRST TWO BOOKS HAS ALREADY HAPPENED EXCEPT FOR CLARY MEETING MADELINE. So this takes place a few weeks after Jace and Clary’s little Taki’s scene. Remember: Clary has no idea Madeline exists. She has no ideas about going off to Idris to cure her mother. ‘Kay? ‘Kay. Here you go! 8D This time, it’s 2,326 words of chapter. (Again, sorry for any typos. Let me know if you see any, please. There shouldn’t be any, seeing as I got people to check it and I read it over myself about five times, but you never know.)

A/N: Wow. Here’s an odd, kind of trippy prologue to my new multichapter fic. If you’re confused, everything will be explained later. (And according to the poll results, the majority wanted to see the OC’s I was planning on putting in, so those guys will be making an appearance.)

I have high expectations for myself for this fic, so updates will becoming slowly. I’m putting off LooH for a while to work on this. It should get better as it goes along, because this is kind of a rocky start. But yeah, here you go. (Sorry for any mistakes, I was impatient with this part.)

Rating: PG, for dark mood and implications of abuse and suicide

Word Count: 450

Disclaimer: I may have made up my own little version of Magnus's past, but I do not own the character, anything he says, or any part of his story told in The Mortal Instruments books. Cassie owns everything.

This was based off the little story Magnus told about his past in CoB. I thought he sounded pretty depressed and abused, so this came along. It's a bit long for a drabble - sorry xP

Word Count: 439

Rating: G

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CYBERMAGE!!!!

Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters. I assure you if I did, Thea and Ben would be together. All goes to Alma Alexander, though. She got the final ruling.

Summary: Worldweavers: Terry/Thea/Ben oneshot. “But they walk by his table as though they don’t even notice he’s there and he can’t deny that his heart pulls when his gaze turns up – he can’t help it – and he sets his eyes on their intertwined fingers.” Cybermage spoilers.

Summary: A thousand broken hearts, carried by a thousand broken wings....
A/N: I own zip. Nothing. Nothing. CC owns all. I just get my fics.

Kind of a companion to Love on our Hands. I think it’s… okay. I wrote it in ten minutes. Although I do really hate the ending. xP I feel like it need something more, but I don’t know what that is. Anyway, Gema’s fic and a song inspired me, so I felt the need to write something. AND I WROTE THIS AT 12:30 AM SO DON’T BITCH AT ME FOR ANY TYPOS I MISSED ‘KAY?

If anyone has any questions: Yes, Alec killed himself. The other fic explains it all. And I still am working on LooH, by the way. Maryse next.

Reviews are sunshine and happy and sparkly and loved.

Title: Forkfighting

Rating: PG (swearing, violence)

Spoilers: None, preseries

Word Count: 2,094

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the setting, those belong to Cassandra Clare. And Gema (Gema227) came up with the plot idea, so I don’t own that either. Just the writing. Yeah. That’s it.

Summary: Oneshot; Alec is mad at Jace, and when dinner at the Institute rolls around, rage shows its face in the form of a battle with eating utensils. Preseries. Rated for swearing and a little violence.

A/N: Oh, God, what the hell have I done? xDDD Sorry if this sucks. This is only my third or fourth attempt at writing anything lighthearted, and I’m not really getting the hang of it yet.

Anyway, this was inspired by a hysterical AIM convo with Gema, who PWNS. She came up with this whole idea – and I mean the fork fighting AND why the conflict between J n’ A ended the way it did in the end. A tiny bit of the dialogue, too. I was only the writing, the idea for why Alec got mad at Jace - and most of the dialogue. I can back that all up, too, I still have the chat log.

This was very, very fun to do. Jace is one crazy bastard. (Alec too.) And yes, I know Magnus said “Vindictive little bastards” in CoB. I used that line for Alec on accident and later realized it, but thought it was cute. So I left it. xD

Self-beta’d, so sorry for any typos or anything. Reviews are major love – I don’t care how short it is, just lemme know what you think, please! –feels like a copycat- Anyway, here you go: