thisisrealmikro

“What?!” Jace opens his eyes all of a sudden, turning to look at him. He wasn’t expecting that. “Didn’t you say you needed a shower?”
          
          “Yes, but that was before,” Sebastian insists, “Now I need to spar. And you need it too,” he says, shamelessly slapping him on his ass, “Come on. Grieving is making you flaccid.”
          
          And Sebastian’s just about the only person in the world Jace could ever accept such a joke from. That must count for something, and so he lets out a weary laughter and sits up on the bed, stretching out lazily, like a cat. “Fine, fine…” he says, “I’m coming.”
          
          “He said, for the second time in less than half an hour,” Sebastian grins, leaving the room.
          
          “Oh, shut up!” Jace yells at him, throwing a pillow in his general direction, laughing like a child.
          
          https://archiveofourown.org/works/1995531
          
          This series makes me want to write fan fiction.

thisisrealmikro

It is funny and beautiful at the same time. I am in love with this fanfic.
          Alec Lightwoods finds him a few minutes later right as he pops a tiny papaya square into his mouth. He stops on the threshold and stares at him as if he was staring at a nightmare come alive overnight, and then swallows.
          
          “What in the Angel’s name are you doing here…?” he asks in a trembling voice.
          
          “I’m waiting for your husband to come back from breakfast so that he can portal me back to Idris,” is his honest answer.
          
          Lightwood slowly pinches the root of his nose, as though he was battling an impending headache. “I don’t even wanna start investigating this sentence.” Then he turns back to him. “I suppose this was Jace’s idea?” Sebastian nods. “An idiot idea, no doubt. Thomas could’ve seen you!”
          
          To this, Sebastian can’t help but smile. “Don’t worry,” he says, “He’s out playing with his father. They won’t be back for hours.”
          
          All the features of Lightwood’s face relax and lighten up altogether, and in such a short time his face almost changes physiognomy from one second to the next. “Oh,” he says, “That’s… nice, I guess.” Then he stops for a second and covers his face with both hands. “What am I even doing, why aren’t I beating you senseless…?”
          
          Sebastian chuckles, and then stands up. “Makes two of us not knowing the answer to that question,” he simply says, before leaving the kitchen.
          https://archiveofourown.org/works/20147980