We Are Dust And Shadows (Jonathan MorgensternXReader)

Sometimes It Physically Pains Me To Hold Back My Sarcastic Remarks

We are dust and shadows. What a beautiful saying.
Something interrupted your thoughts.
'Hey Dad!', you called out when you heard the front door close.
'Hey y/n!', he called back, walking up the big marble staircase.
Magnus Bane had never fancied being rich, but when he found a small baby girl on the front doorstep of his Parisian apartment he found himself growing close the the child and wanting the best for her.
You, being that child, were now 17 years old and more than capable of taking care of yourself, Magnus, however had decided it was too dangerous for you to explore the world when Valentine and Jonathan Morgenstern were trying to burn it down.
'How was America?', you asked, always eager to hear of your adopted fathers trips, since you had never actually left Wales (which was where the mansion was located. Magnus condoned Wales to be an excellent place to raise a child, since William Herondale turned out so well. Although given the stories Magnus had told you of his time with Will and Tessa and Jem, you had concluded that Will seemed like a bit of a drama queen)
'It was excellently American', he said, hanging his frivolous coat and spectacularly sparkly scarf on the coat rack.
'Fantabulous', you said, before dragging him into a hug.
Since you and Magnus looked very much the same age, you couldn't very well say he was your father, so in public, he was the brother.
'I see you bought a new lounge', he said grimly, indicating to the silk patchwork couch that had replaced the old beige one.
'Yea I didn't really like the old one', you said, shrugging.
'Oh really? Well the old one had $50,000 pounds hidden in it. As emergency money', he said through gritted teeth.
'Oops', you brushed it off.
'Oops?!', he repeated, glaring at you.
'You always say you don't like being rich anyway', you shrugged again and turned back to making your waffles.
'If you don't apologise, I am going to spread a rumor that you have been gossiping about werewolves and then one will come and bite your face off', he said, as you raised an eyebrow.
'Who was that werewolf dude you were shagging all those years back? What was his name?', you teased, glancing sideways at Magnus while he narrowed his eyes at you.
'Ah yes', you clicked your fingers.
'Woolsey Scoot, Praetor Lupus, am I wrong?', you smirked.
'Alright fine, if that how you want to play', Magnus said, and then, with a flourish, he spun around and stalked off.
'Do you want some waffles Dad?', you called out after him.
You heard his study door slam and collapsed into a pile of laughter.
Magnus had found you as a baby, but you hadn't found out about Downworlder's and Shadowhunters until you were 12.
At a young age you rarely paid attention to the fact that Magnus didn't age, but had asked him once or twice but he simply answered "Its just who I am".
So naturally, you assumed that everyone's Dad was like that, but once you got older you realized that was not the case.
At 9 years old you pressed him, and he decided it was time to tell you, you had spent a week locked in your room after finding out Magnus was not your real father.
But had gotten over it and moved on, once you found out more about the Shadowhunters, you craved to be one.
Under your insistence Magnus had trained you like a Shadowhunter.
It only took him a minute to realize something was wrong.
You had always been a graceful child, exceptional balance and keen senses.
Even when you did fall, you got straight back up again, when you were younger he brushed it off as an adventurous personality, that you had an in ignorable sense of stubbornness.
But the second you picked up that sword, he saw it.
The playful childish demeanour, replaced by a stern, determined face. The face of an avenging angel. You fought as though it was your soul purpose, which, being a Shadowhunter, it was.
He knew he couldn't tell you, so the years passed by and you grew, stronger and smarter.
He knew you couldn't attend proper school, so he homeschooled you, until you didn't need his help and you homeschooled yourself. 
You learned so fast that one day, there was nothing more he could teach you. So he had to employ tutors, to train you. You became more skilled in swordsmanship and eight-limbed close quarter fighting, you learned Archery and knife throwing, did parkor in town with other teens.
You grew up so fast, starting highschool, getting your licence, your first boyfriend (which Magnus turned into a carpet that was now in the entryway of the house). Then you wanted to travel.
Which is where the complications came in.
When you turned 16 you wanted to leave, which Magnus couldn't let happen, if you went out into the world; the Shadowhunters would most definitely find you and claim you as one of their own.
So he thanked every god he could think of when Valentine blew up in the Clave's face and he proclaimed it too dangerous for you to leave. Which you understood.
But now it was all over and you were 17 turning 18 and he knew you were going to press him again, he could get maybe three more months, but after that he wasn't sure he would be able to stop you.
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At Dinner

'Soooo Dad, Daddykins, Daddio, Padre, Papa, Pa-'
'Yes what?', he cut you off.
'Hey soooo now that everything has blown over, I was thinking I could finally go travelling', you said, nervously rubbing your knees.
'Why don't you want to stay here?', he asked innocently, looking up from his food.
You just gave him a "seriously?" look.
'Well its great here, big house, big pool, big gardens, everything you need', he cut another piece of broccoli and looked at it as if it had personally offended him, which, knowing Magnus it probably had.
'Yea but I want experiences, you know, living in a tiny flat overlooking a busy road, getting up early to go to work, having to decide between the new MAD magazine or my dinner. I want to experience life!', you said, wringing your hands.
'You'll get over it', Magnus muttered into his wine glass.
'Dad', you said, looking at him with pleading eyes, and for a moment you were the little, normal, girl he knew.
'I'm going. With, or without your permission', you said, looking him dead in the eye.
Aaaaand there's the Shadowhunter.
'Yea alright', he said, before you smothered him in hugs.
Then you ran up to your room to pack.
He was going to have to make a few calls to some Underworld friends...