Shadowhunter Chronicles Imagines/ One-Shots | REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

magnus bane: a fathers daughter

She shook, her whole body rocking back and forth on her heels as she stood in front of a black door. (Y/N) didn't know how she had gotten here, the last thing she remembered was sitting in a bar with tears running down her face.

(Y/N) sipped on her drink, knowing it would take at least five more to get her even remotely buzzed. She looked straight ahead, her mind racing through the events from the day. It had been an entirely ordinary day really, apart from the fact that it was her birthday. (Y/N) spent the day alone, the price of being an immortal warlock she presumed.

A stranger sat beside her, to which she didn't look up. It was probably just another Downworlder - a warlock, faerie, werewolf or vampire - looking to drink their sorrows away as well. She glanced beside her, catching the eye of the man next to her. For a second she didn't recognize him, for a second he was just a stranger sitting next to her at a bar, but then she noticed the scar dragging across his cheekbone and she nearly screamed. (Y/N)'s heart dropped and for a moment she couldn't breath - she hoped he didn't notice her but she knew better.

"Hello doll." He said, not looking up from the drink he was swirling in his hand.

(Y/N) was still frozen in fear. Her voice caught in her throat, she wanted to scream for help from anyone in the bar but she knew better than that. (Y/N) carefully placed her half finished drink on the counter, moving slow so that he could not catch her movements. She went to stand from her seat-

"Don't." His voice was hard, the angered tone reminded her of a tome long ago. The mans hand caught her wrist, his grip tight like a vice, his fingers wrapping all the way around her wrist and then some. His finger nails dug into her skin so far she was sure he would draw blood.

(Y/N) swallowed as she took a seat, hoping he would let go but knew better. Still she stayed silent, knowing that anything she said would anger him immediately.

The man smiled at her, his eyes finally meeting hers. "Can't a father visit his daughter on her birthday?" He asked with a wicked grin, laughing lightly as he saw the fear in her eyes.

That had been the first time in years - possibly decades - that (Y/N) had seen her father and not by accident. He was the half of her that was Demon, a lesser Demon with the arrogance of a Greater.

Unlike other Demons who father children he had stayed with she and her mother, but only to torture them. The only memories that (Y/N) had of her father were bad ones. Ones of him hitting her mother, throwing her clear across the living room. Ones of him bringing other women home and then having to clean up their blood in the morning. Ones of him clasping his hand around her throat and snarling half-breed slurs at her.

And now (Y/N) stops in front of the door of another warlock, the High Warlock of Brooklyn - Magnus Bane - and her ex-boyfriend. They had been together for almost a hundred years, until a single fight ruined it all.

She wasn't sure how she had ended up at his place, all she knew was he was the only person she wanted to see.

The door sung open violently, so much so that (Y/N) flinched. "(Y/N)." A familiar voice breathed out, confusion and surprise laced into the tone.

She opened her eyes, view still hazing from crying. (Y/N) was met with Magnus in front of her. His hand was placed on the door, the other laid at his side. He was dressed in lose black pants that resembled something one would wear to the beach. On top he had an Asian designed to it, the buttons were only done half way up, leaving the upper part of his chest exposed to her. His cat eyes were unglamoured and pouring into her.

(Y/N) didn't speak, unable to find her voice. "What are you doing here?" Magnus asked, his voice more sympathetic than quizzical. His eyes ran over her, noticing her body shaking and tear stained face.