Shadowhunters Preferences

Request- Alec Lightwood

(Y/N's P.O.V)
I hate this. I hate liking someone who will NEVER like me back. It's horrific. He's just so perfect. His talent at what he does. His precision. His gorgeous dark locks. Everything about him. Everything he does is done with such precision, such accuracy. It's as if he's scared to make a mistake yet he acts so confident all the time. I've told his sister how much I like him. She always tells me that I should just tell him. Not only is he this perfect being, he is also the son of Robert and Maryse Lightwood. Alec.

You never act aloud the way you appear
My every breath awakes alarms in your ears
I'm not confused, it's just you're making me think
Of all our conversations missing their link
I wanna know all the dreams that you keep beneath
I want the words that you whisper when I'm asleep
Wanna give back the things that I plan to take
And I hope that you won't care
But all your makeup's running
And I'm walking you home

(Alec's P.O.V)
And my d**k takes over
And I'm thinking 'bout your lips
But we're too damn sober
For mistakes like this

Distraction. That's what she is. A beautiful, annoyingly gorgeous distraction. However it's never during the day. It's like she's a vampire. She only ever comes on night missions. Does research at night. Everything at night. I know where she is during the day though. She sits in the room with the grand piano and just plays. There have been times where I have accidentally kept my sibling waiting on a mission, just so I can hear her play. I've rambled about her to Jace maybe a thousand times. She's just. Perfect. And I'm not. We could never work.

I see you more at night then you do the day
I'm more concerned for what you'll leave if you stay
I'm not confused, it's just I don't wanna talk
It seems the key was not to peek through the locks
So I wanna hear all the screams that you keep beneath
I want the words that you whisper when I'm asleep
Wanna give back the things that I never take
And I know you don't care
But all those pretty people are still going home

And my d**k takes over
And I'm thinking 'bout your lips
But we're too damn sober
For mistakes like this

For mistakes like this
For mistakes like this
Like this, like this, like this

There is one thing that gives me slight hope. One night, we had a mission. At Pandemonium. We had finished the mission and Izzy, Jace and Y/N convinced me to stay for a couple drinks. So I did. We had a couple drinks, Izzy and Jace found their counterparts for the night. This left me and Y/N alone. Together. Instantly, I began to panic. She would ask me question and I could barely stutter and answer. Freaking out, I began to have a full blown anxiety attack. Y/N, being the kind soul she is, dragged me out of the club in an attempt to calm me down. Still nothing. I tumble to the floor, unable to keep my shaking limbs. Y/N kneels next to me, mumbling words of comfort. Still unable to breathe, I choke on the breath I have left. Suddenly, I feel a pair of lips against mine. Lips locked in a gentle yet passionate kiss. We pull away and I open my eyes to see Y/N. As I pull away my breathing regulates.
"H-how did you do that" I stutter.
"I read somewhere that you can stop a panic attack by holding your breath. When I kissed you, you held your breath" she replies.
"I-I love you Y/n" I mumble.
"I love you to Alec" Y/N states.

Ever since that night, we've been acting like we can't live without each other. Because we can't.
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This is for x0makenna . I hope you liked it. I added my own little twist/reference in there at the end. So yeah until next time ✌🏻
- Dani x