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  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
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      Isabelle_Lightwood, Clary_Fray, Multipe_OC's, Simon_Lewis, So_many_more
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      Asexual!Ragnor, Panromantic!Basically_everyone_bruh, Demi-
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      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
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      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.
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