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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage Category: M/M, Multi Fandom: The_Mortal_Instruments_Series_-_Cassandra_Clare Relationship: Simon_Lewis/Jace_Wayland, Magnus_Bane/Alec_Lightwood, Magnus_Bane/Ragnor Fell, Catarina_Loss/Isabelle_Lightwood/Clary_Fray, Jace_Wayland/Alec Lightwood, Jace_Wayland/Female_OC, Simon_Lewis/OC, Alec_Lightwood/Simon Lewis Character: Jace_Wayland, Magnus_Bane, Alec_Lightwood, Ragnor_Fell, Catarina_Loss, Isabelle_Lightwood, Clary_Fray, Multipe_OC's, Simon_Lewis, So_many_more Additional Tags: Non-binary/Genderfluid!Simon, Bisexual!Simon, Bisexual!Jace, Asexual!Ragnor, Panromantic!Basically_everyone_bruh, Demi- sexual!Catarina, Pansexual!Isabelle, lesbian!clary, Warlock!Simon, Warlock/Shadowhunter!Isabelle, Anal, Oral, Hardcore_BDSM(I_will_tag specifics_in_the_chapters_they_appear_in), KinkyLittleBitch!Simon, switch!Simon, Switch!Jace, top!alec, Drug_Use, Underage_Drinking, Alec needs_love, Alec_gets_love, not_gonna_lie, the_smut_chapters_will_be better_written_then_the_non_smut_chapters, I_am_sorry_for_my_sin Stats: Published: 2017-10-11 Updated: 2017-12-09 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3385 ****** Without the Shadow of Light ****** by Skycrown Summary AU. What if Simon wasn't human? What if instead he was born a warlock, and dropped off at Magnus Banes doorstep? This is my recreation of the story. Sex, Drugs, and Magick galore. (This story does not have a beta, so sorry for any errors) Notes So, this is my first real attempt at a fan fiction that I plan to finish, hopefully. I live for comments and kudos. I LOVE ALL OF YOU. IF LIKE MY WORK, PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW. Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, or any related titles. The OC's in this story are my creation and are the only property of mine in this fic. ***** My Precious Simon ***** My Dearest Darling, My Precious Simon, It is with great regret that I must write this letter, one that you may not even read until many years later, by which time I will be dead. With every sentence I write, I stop to take the time to admire your face, knowing each second could be my last. Knowing each second could be the last time I see your face, hear your little baby giggle, or have your small hands wrap themselves around my finger. As I write this, you are currently four months old. I apologize for the stains on the paper, I can't seem to stop crying. I have a disease Simon, one that I cannot escape, one that your father gave to me. That is why I'm doing what about to do, that's why I'm dropping you off at his place. He's the only one around who could raise you properly. You are special baby, more than you'll know for a long time. I'm sorry for not being able to be there for you. I'm sorry that I'm going to miss your first steps, and your first words. I'll miss your first crush, and your first school dance. If I could change it I would, but I can't my darling. I love you my dear. So, so much. You're going to do great things. You're going to love, and live, and cry. You're going to scream and probably set a couple things on fire. It's okay, it's normal. Life isn't black and white my dear, nor varying shades of gray. Rather, life is the product of hundreds of colors and emotions, and Light. You are my light Simon, and you always will be. Magnus; make sure this letter gets to my son when you think he's ready. Please take care of him, may it be by your own moral code, or the dying wish of a stranger. He is the only light I've ever had in my life, so take care of him. Please, please, please.     With Deepest Love and Sadness, Your Mother, Elaine ***** A Chance Like Never Before ***** Chapter Summary Magnus makes a decision, with the help of a certain green-skinned beanpod. Chapter Notes KUDOS AND COMMENTS GIVE ME LIFE!!! Sorry for any errors, and how the characters come off a biiiiiiit OC. Sorry sorry sorry. See the end of the chapter for more notes Magnus was a perfectly ration human (sort of) being. He’s never frugal (this is a lie), he never messes with the Dark Arts (another lie), and he’s never caught off guard (ha, okay). So, to see this child on his porch was the shock of his eight-hundred-year-old life. Naturally, he freaks out. Snatching the young babe in it’s basket, he rushes inside and places it up on his kitchen counter, immediately snapping his fingers to summon his phone to his hand after he sets the child down. Of course, he calls the first person in his contact list, letting out a shot lived sigh of relief when he answers. “Whatever you want Magnus, the answer’s no.” The sass-fueled warlock couldn’t help but roll his ey- “Don’t you roll your eyes at me, I told you I wasn’t helping you again after the Peru incident.” Magnus is an adult, wiser than his years, and possibly one of the most powerful Warlocks in the world. He stuck his tongue out at the pho- “Stop sticking your tongue out” “How do you do that!? Besides, you’re the one who burnt the boat down and made us swim back to the shore! Seriously Ragnor, perhaps you should take some anger management courses?” “Magnus, love, I know you. You only ever call when you’re in trouble, or are going to get in trouble, or have a plan that you need my help with that should work, but always ends in accidental demon summoning’s and Hellfire”, Ragnor said tiredly. “Ragnor, please. Stop being so over-dramatic.”, said Magnus with a exaggerated hang gesture. “So, I caught fire to the Vatican. One time. It’s not that big of a deal!” He sighed, putting on his serious face. “I really need your help Ragnor. I’ll probably need Catarina’s too, but I wanted to call you first.” A sigh came through the line, that’s good. That means he’s finally been worn down enough to hear him out. “What is it Magnus? A rogue Demon again? Runaway Shadowhunter? Bad Boyfriend? Girlfrien-” “It’s a child Ragnor.” Ragnor froze. He cleared his throat with a cough. “Explain.” “Someone left their child on the doorstep of my building, Ragnor. A Warlock child.” “What?” “It was the child’s mother, she left a note and everything. Apparently, she contracted some disease from the child’s demonic parent. She asked in the note that I raise him, made it sound like she knew me, but Ragnor I have no idea who she would be, or who this child is.” His breathing was becoming a little erratic, and with a shock he realized just how scared he was. He’s never raised a child before! Well… except Santiago, but he was already a teenager! He voiced his worry to his friend, his voice showing just how frightened he actually is. “I don’t think I can do this Ragnor, I’ve never raised a baby before!” “You helped take care of Raphael, and he was always a bit of a manchild.” Normally, Magnus would laugh considering he just had that thought moments before his friend voiced it, but today was not the day for laughter. “Ragnor please, I need you.” He could hear Ragnor groan, and he had to smile, he knew he had won. “Fine, fine. I’ll be there in thirty minutes, try not to catch the child on fire.”, Ragnor sassed, hanging up before Magnus could retort. All of a sudden, a loud crying could be heard from the direction of the child and Magnus gulped. It was going to be a long thirty minutes. --------------------------------------------------- Thirty minutes came and went, and still no sign of Ragnor. Magnus had moved into the living room and had just rid the child of it’s crying by cuddling it to his chest and cooing softly, desperate to calm the upset beast, when all of a sudden, the smell of ozone filled the air as an emerald portal formed, and out stepped the green-skinned devil himself. Magnus quickly walked up to Ragnor, worry evident on his normally mirth filled features. “Where have you been Ragnor? It’s been almost an hour since I called you!” Ragnor placed calming hands on Magnus shoulders and looked up into his eyes. “Calm down, everything’s fine. I had an errand to run first.” He let go of Magnus and casually strolled to couch and made himself comfortable. Magnus followed him and set the little four-month old directly in Ragnor’s lap, trying his damnedest not to smile at it looked up at Ragnor and smiles, drooling a bit on warlock’s shirt. “What could be more important than helping me with this?”, asked Magnus, as he waved his hands frantically toward the child now planted in his best friend’s lap. Ragnor looked up at him rather surprised, only noticing the child once it was put upon him. “You were telling the truth.”, he said with muffled awe at the young babe. “I thought you were kidding!” Magnus pointed a finger at his long-time friend, causing the letter to float between rooms, straight from the kitchen counter, to smack Ragnor in the face. “Does this look like I’m kidding?” He waited, impatiently, as Ragnor took the paper and read the letter, surprising Magnus when his usually-stoic friend wiped away at watery eyes. “Ragnor, are you crying?” “Shut the fuck up, cat-boy. I’m not crying, I don’t cry.” Huffed Ragnor, trying his best to dry his eyes before he embarrassed himself further. “I’ve made a decision” He said, as he stood and carried the baby, walking towards Magnus until it was snuggled between their chest. “You’re going to raise this child.” “But Ragnor I don’t know ho-” Ragnor cut him off with sharp lift of an eyebrow. “Magnus, you have the chance to be something that very few of our kind ever get the chance to be. A parent. The child has no one, and it was their mother’s dying wish that you raise them” There a definitely a sharpness of finality in Ragnor’s voice, and Magnus knew right then that he was going to lose this argument. “You’re not going to go through this alone Magnus. You have me, you know you’ll have Catarina. You’re not going to be a lone in this, and the child will wind up being just as much ours as it will be yours. We’re going to raise this child.” He placed one of his hands on Magnus’s cheek, supporting the child between them with his other arm. “Trust us. Trust yourself. Trust me.” Magnus gulped, suddenly hyper-aware of the thumb going over his cheek, and ran his hands through his hair nervously. “Okay. Yeah, okay. We can do this. I trust you.” He chuckled and took the baby from Ragnor’s arms, cradling the child and smiling as he swayed around the living room. “Hey, kid. Looks like you’re going to have a pretty badass parental triad.” Chapter End Notes I WANT FEEDBACK. Also, I have yet to decide what Simon's Warlock Mark will be, so give me ideas? Pretty please? I also apologize for it being so short, but I think it's pretty good for only the second chapter, and it shows off a bit of the dynamic between Ragnor and Magnus. So, /yeah/. Sorry. ***** Monster at my Door ***** Chapter Summary Simon is now three, and an unexpected visitor arrives. Chapter Notes Such at summaries, I know. But hey! Two chapters in a week! Remember! Comments! Give me! Life! Simon was three years old. Simon was still experiencing his “terrible two’s”. Magnus was tired, even with the help of magick and Ragnor. He was exhausted, already Simon had set the curtains on fire twice this morning with a sneeze, he turned Ragnor’s shoelaces into tiny snakes, and currently he just spit up on Magnus for the second time today in the past two hours. With a stifled groan Magnus quickly magicked the mess away from himself and Simon with a quick wave of his hand. “Ragnor! Come take him, he still refuses to eat for me.” Ragnor walked in from the kitchen, dusting flour off his green apron and held out his hands to take Simon from Magnus. “That, my dear Magnus, is because you took away his pet snakes.” Magnus handed the child over while giving Ragnor the stink eye. “He could have gotten bit!”, Magnus complained. “Love, you’re far too over-protective. They were sand boas, they wouldn’t hurt a fly unless he hurt them first.” Ragnor rolled his eyes, and smirked at Magnus when Simon giggled at him and grabbed reached up to grab his horns. “See, he likes me. I voted to let him keep them” “They were your shoelaces Ragnor.” “I could’ve always conjured new ones. Besides, it’d be good for him to have a pet Magnus. Or a friend. Have you thought about introducing him to the other kids in the neighborhood? There’s got to be someone out there who he can be friends with” The pleading in Ragnor’s eyes hurt Magnus, truly it did. This wasn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation, and it probably won’t be the last. But Magnus was scared. “Rags, he can’t even control his power yet. As much as I want him to have friends until he’s a little older and can properly hide his Marks, I just can’t risk it.” Ragnor sighed, he understood, but he really wishes their child didn’t have to grow up alone. If he could, he’d hide Simon’s Marks himself, but that would be a difficult considering their nature. Shortly after the first diaper change (which Magnus really didn’t want to do), they discovered the most obvious Mark. The child had a two-forked tail, covered in fine soft hair, that seemed to be prehensile. The second Mark they discovered is rather popular among Warlocks, sported by even Magnus: the missing bellybutton. Very common, but still noticeable should his shirt ever ride up. His third mark though? His third mark was the most notable. Around a year old he started to develop a smattering of freckles across his arms, now normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but Simons freckles glow. Like stars. They even give off a bit of warmth. “I understand Magnus, I do. I just really think he needs som-“ Someone knocked on the door, rather loudly. Ragnor looked at Magnus curiously. “Do you have a client today?” Magnus looked rather suspicious as well, people only came to him when they want something done, and it was almost never something good. “No. Take Simon to the bedroom and stay there.” Leaving no room for questions he walked left the room and walked toward the door. “WHO DARES DISTURB THE REST OF MAGNUS THE GREAT AND POWER!?” He wrenches open the door to reveal a familiar, and rather unimpressed female Shadowhunter, carrying a little red-headed girl, probably no older than Simon, on her hip. “You know who I am Warlock. I need your help.” The woman burst past Magnus, immediately heading in the direction of the living room and took a seat on the - expensive leather - couch, a distraught look on her face. Magnus closed the door and followed her, both curious and slightly enraged at her rudeness. “You dare barge into my home, my Sanctum, after all the horrendous crimes you’ve committed against my kind and other Downworlders, Jocelyn Fairchild? You have some nerve.” His glare was hard set, though it softened when he saw her flinch at his accusation. “Speak, before I portal you to the middle of the Sahara and let you die there.” Jocelyn gulped, and she looked up at him and gestured the girl she held. “This is my daughter. Clarissa Fray. I don’t go by Fairchild anymore, and neither will she. The Fairchild’s are dead.” Her voice was soft, almost defeated, but full of conviction. Magnus sighed and summoned himself a drink, raising his eyebrow when Jocelyn scowled as he swallowed half his glass of spiced rum. “Why are you here Jocelyn. I have no reason to help you, nor will I if you do not have a very good reason.” “I know I cannot be forgiven for my past transgressions, nor for the actions I let my husband commit. I am not here to beg you for forgiveness from you. I am here asking you to help my daughter. I don’t want her to become part of our world Bane. I have to tried to shield her from it, and I had prayed that she would be born without the Sight, but this morning I caught her playing with a pixie.” “So, you want to remove her from her ever-so-strong Shadowhunter heritage? Jocelyn, I’m surprised of you.” The sarcasm was thick on his tongue. “What is it, exactly, you want me to do for you?” “I want you to remove her Sight.” Her tone was final, as if there was no other option and damn the consequences. Magnus nearly dropped his glass. “You want me to remove her Sight?! Are you fucking mad? That could cripple her. Destroy not only her psychic ability but also any hope of developing further cognitive functions! You can’t ask this of me Jocelyn. I won’t do it.” He finished off his glass, and stormed towards the kitchen to grab more himself this time. Jocelyn got up to follow him, fresh tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Please Magnus, I have to protect her. I can’t take her to the Clave, they’ll destroy her ability to think for herself! They’ll execute me, and she’ll grow up without a mother. Please Bane, you have to help me.” Once his glass was full, he drained it in one long swig and turned to look at her with a sigh. “I will not take her Sight Jocelyn, but I have another way for you to be safe. Follow me.” Magnus set down his glass and stormed out of the room, leading Jocelyn down a hallway. He stopped at what appeared to be a guest bedroom door, and gestured for her to open it. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and turned the handle, revealing a small room, just wide enough for her hands to touch each side, but what was interesting was the artwork on the wall. Carved into an inward spiral were ancient runes and symbols of forgotten ages, some of it even Enochian. “What’s this?”, she asked. “A portal? How’s that going to help me Magnus?” She was exhausted, tired, she just wanted to give her daughter a good life outside the Clave. “It won’t.” The flexing of his jaw was obvious as he tried to resist grinding his teeth. He pointed at Clarrissa. “It’ll help her. This portal is connected to one of my other living places. A beach house on the eastern shore of Ireland. It’s in a small village, full of nice people. No one would know you there, and the house is warded for extra benefit. I’d just have to put your name on the list of people who can open the portal with the command word.” He was shuffling his feet at this point, he still didn’t understand why he was helping this monster. Perhaps out of the kindness of his own heart? No, that wasn’t quite right. Then an idea occurred. He held up a finger and pointed to Jocelyn’s child. “There is; however, a condition to this massive generosity of mine Jocelyn Fairchild.” He spat out her maiden name like poison, reveling at her slight twitch. “It’s Fray.” “No, it’s not. You don’t deserve a new name. In my eyes, you will wear your maiden name as a punishment, and let all the crimes it carries with it hang on your soul.” She closed her eyes and released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. It hurt, but it was the truth. “So, what, you’re planning on letting us live in your beach house in Ireland? Hide us from the Clave? Let Clary live a normal life? Why?” She was grateful, but suspicious. Nothing came from a Warlock for free. “Two conditions”, Magnus said as he held up two fingers. “One: You will raise that little biscuit in your arms as a Shadowhunter. I will not allow you to strip her of a such a large part of herself.” “I told you Magnus, I don’t want her to be a part of this life!” “The very blood in her veins has already made sure that you don’t get that choice. You think I chose this life? You think I chose to be a warlock? No, but my blood made me so and because of it I was hunted by people and demons alike> She will be too, she’ll need to know how to defend herself.” The dark honesty in his tone made her to begin to rethink her decision of coming here when he continued to speak. “Condition two: You are to use the portal to bring her over here at least twice a week, or whenever I request it. She is to grow up alongside my son.” This of course took Jocelyn aback. Not the condition itself, but rather… well. “You have a son? How? Warlocks can’t breed. Is the child even a warlock? Have you seen his Marks? Does the Clave know about him?” Magnus was getting rather tired of her questioning, so he closed his fist around a pocket of air and willed his magick to remove her ability of speech. When she realized sound was no longer coming from her lips, she glared at him. “Are you done? Yes, I, Ragnor Fell, and Catarina Loss are raising a son, a child who was dropped off at my doorstep in the late hours of night, almost a full three years ago. He is a Warlock, and no the Clave does not know about him nor will they until he is old enough to make the decision on whether or not he wants them to know.” His voice like granite, his words knives. A warning. In no way was this woman, this monster going to expose his child to the Clave. “Now, as I was saying, she is to grow up along side him. He needs friends, and I’m sure she will too. Especially considering neither of us want them exposed to our world just yet. Do we have an agreement Fairchild?” He removed the bloke on her speech, just so she may answer him. “And if I say no? I don’t suppose you’re going to let me just walk away are you? Now that I know about your child.” “Of course I will, you have free will. Though, should you reject my offer, you will not be leaving here with her” His eyes were a challenge, feline and sharp. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!