ꜰʀᴀʏᴇᴅ |ᴀ.ʟ.| ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ {ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ #1}

{𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕}

So um...Constantin (the people I think own the rights to Shadowhunters) released a statement that said to bring Shadowhunters back is "impossible" so uh. It's truly over and I'm fucking depressed.

On the bright side the TCA's were tonight and Shadowhunters tool Choice Sci-Fi/Fantasy TV Show and MY BABY Matt Daddario took home Choice TV Actor so 💞💞💞💞💞

Anyway...rant over

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I gasp, suddenly standing in my loft living room, a place I felt like I lived in a thousand years ago...but it was bright, too bright. As if the sun was shining all its rays directly upon this one room in the world.

Immediately, I begin to feel what Meliorn was talking about. My chest, lighter and freer than it's ever been in my life was a shock. It was like the hugest burden had been lifted from my shoulders...the curse.

It didn't exist in this world, it never needed to.

Before I completely slip into the enticing world of this dimension, I turn and see...Valentine, dressed in light colours and looking, surprisingly, the least bit menacing. My hand twitches towards the bread knife sitting on the table but I resist the urge to grab it.

In this world, he wasn't a crazy, psycho Shadowhunter he was just...my Dad.

"What's the Debbie Downer face, sweetheart?" Valentine asks, his smile bright and kind. It was strange to see him like this...he looked so much like a...well, a Dad. A normal, caring father. This must be what Luke meant when he said he was a different person

"Oh...nothing" I shake my head, glad for Valentine's abrupt arrival - it reminded me who I was, "Just...tired, I guess"

"Ah, helping your sister with her Cosplay skits I assume?" Valentine chuckles, placing a bowl on the table

"Something like that"

Suddenly, my mother's voice drifts through the room, piercing my heart like a nail, "Val, I hope you're not trying to convince the girls to let you Cosplay with them again. You know you're not allowed to, you'd stick out like a sore thumb!"

"Mom!" I can't help myself from springing into her arms. I've been so angry at her, still am, but at least this version was the one I'd thought she'd been, the one who hadn't cursed me...

"Wow!" she laughs and the sound is pure warmth, "Wow, if you miss us this much, you should really leave the dorms more often"

"Right" I chuckle, shaking my head and collecting myself again, "Sorry."

My eyes travel the room as I let Mom go and I spot an intricate, delicate painting, one similar to my kind of painting style...on the lower left corner the name 'Jocelyn Morgenstern' was painted in cursive.

So Mom took Valentine's name and became a painter in this world...freaky.

"Cami...in honour of your father's Mad Hatter party tonight" Mom toasts, raising a teacup in the air.

"Your Mom made waffles for you" Valentine explains, setting them on the table, "Come on, kiddo, gotta eat somethin', right?"

"Did someone say waffles?" Clary's voice flood into the room and I find myself, again, pushing back the urge to run into her arms and flee from the place, get as far from Valentine as possible

"Yes, we did" Valentine laughs as Clary enters the room. She looked the same yet brighter, happier, unburdened by anything but college art work stresses. I yearn for this Clary's life, for both me and my sister. Simple, carefree, safe.