That's the outfit you wear meeting Will^
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{ The Infernal Devices }
~Will Herondale~
You smile at Mrs. Branwell. "Hello Mrz. Branwell. It iz nice to meet you." You were from France and decided to come to London to study different cultures and things. "Please. Call me Charlotte." You smile and open your mouth, only to be cut off by the door slamming open. "Charlotte! It's Jem..." The young man trails off when he sees you. You blush and look down. Charlotte looks at the young man. "Where is he?" The man looks at her. "In his room." She nods and runs out the door, most likely going to Jem's room. "I'm William Herondale." The young man, Will, smiles. You smile back. "I am y/n Dawncrozz. It iz a pleazure to meet you." Your french accent seeps heavily into your words. He smirks. "Well. I've heard much about your family." You look down. hiding your blush. "It is nice to meet you y/n."
~Jem Carstairs~
You walk through the streets, adjusting your weapons belt. A coughing is heard from a dark alley along with a string of curses. You walk into the shadowy place, witchlight held in one hand and your whip in another. It was the shadowhunters from the London Institute. William Herondale and James Carstairs. William was supporting James , trying to hold him up. "By the Angel- Do you need help?" Your whip slithers around your wrist and forms a dragon cuff. "Yes. I need help getting him to the Institute." You nod and wrap an arm around his torso, and pull his over your shoulders. William does the same. "What happened?" He glances at you. "I know about his yin fin William Herondale." He sighs. "He did not take enough before the fight." You nod and look down, both of you speeding up. The Institute soon comes into view. "Thank you." You nod. "Do you want me to stay or..." He shrugs. "It's late. You can stay in one of the rooms to sleep for the night." You nod and help William get James to his bedroom before following him to a room. "Here." You thank him before collapsing on the bed. You were exhausted. Your eyes flutter shut and you fall into a dreamless sleep.
You wake up to the faint sound of a violin. You throw your legs off the bed and pull your hair up. Walking out the door you find yourself in front of James's door. "Will? Is that you?" Comes a soft voice. You hold your breath and take a quiet step back. The door opens and you look up at the face of James Carstairs. "Uhhh..." You blush and look around. "Your violin playing was beautiful." You look everywhere but his face. He smiles. "You must be the girl Will was telling me about." You look at him, eyes wide. "What?" He laughs. "Thank you...?" "Y/n. Y/n Youngwell." "Well thank you y/n." You smile. "It was not that important James. I was just helping a fellow Shadowhunter in need." You smile and look out the window. "I need to leave. It was nice meeting you James." "Jem." He whispers softly. You look at him strangely. "I hope to see you again Jem."
~Gideon Lightwood~
You roll your eyes at Will. "Stop calling him a Lightworm Will." He makes a face and you turn to apologize to Gabriel only to come face to face with a man that happened to be very nice looking. He also looked to be your age. "Hello. You must be y/n Fairchild." You nod, a light blush painting your cheeks. He smiles and you give a small smile back. "You must be Gideon Lightwood then." He nods and you look over at Will, who is smirking at you and wiggling his eyebrows. You stick your tongue out at him and narrowly avoid the witchlight he throws at you. You roll your eyes and turn back to Gideon, who is looking between the two of you in amusement. "Excuse me a minute." You smile sweetly, turning on your heel and chasing after Will. "Please don't kill me!" William yells. "Can't make any promises!"
~Gabriel Lightwood~
You walk into the Lightwood manor. You feel the eyes of many Downworlders and demons following your figure. "Mr. Lightwood." You motion to the older man. "Yes?" He glares at you. You scoff. "Magister." You hiss, glancing at his son. He pales and abruptly stands. "I'll be back." He leads the way into his study. You smirk, knowing his son Gabriel followed the two of you. "What do you want y/n?" Mr. Lightwood sounded tired. Too tired. "I can't help it if you don't want to do my father's biding." You roll your eyes and perch on the edge of his desk. You look through the cracked door, making eye contact with a certain green eyed boy. You smile and turn back to his father. "He needs to know how long you have." Mr. Lightwood flushes a bright red. "That is highly personal-" "I don't care how personal it is Mr. Lightwood unless you want to end up killed by one of Mortmain's creations I suggest you tell me and we can both leave unharmed." "You would do no such thing." He replied. You smile wickedly. "There are three automatons outside right now waiting to see if they need to do his dirty work. Answer me, or the Lightwood family name will forever be a disgrace." He glares before muttering the amount of time he has left. You nod and leave the room quickly, glancing at the youngest Lightwood's hiding place. "Come out Gabriel. I don't bite." You tease. The young man comes out and smiles at you. "You know my name but I do not know yours. May I ask what it is?" You smile, a real smile this time. "Y/n. My name is y/n."
~Magnus Bane~
You walk into the Lightwood's party, armed with a low v-neck with a full skirt and loose bell sleeves at the elbows. "Hello Miss Arcane." You smile at the name given to you but roll your eyes when the vampire kisses your hand. You make your way to a more secluded area; the balcony. You open the large doors and close your eyes. You never really liked parties but because of your relation to the Lightwoods you were required to attend. "Ahhh. You must be the fair lady everyone is talking about." Your eyes fly open and you whip around. In front of you is the Magnus Bane. "Uhh..." He chuckles. "It is nice to finally meet you y/n." You smile. "It is nice to finally meet you, Magnus Bane."
{ The Mortal Instruments }
~Jace Herondale~
You walk into the Institute, weapons and bags hitting your legs. "Who are you?" A girl and boy stop you. You instantly notice the girl's dark hair and the boy's blue eyes. "I'm y/n Hollowmoon." Both of their eyes widen. "Hollowmoon?" They echo. You nod. "Izzy, Alec-" A blonde haired boy cones into view. You both stare at each other, y/e/c eyes meeting a beautiful gold. "Why hello. I'm Jace Wayland." You smirk. "Nice to meet you. Y/n Hollowmoon." His mouth parts. "What?"
~Alec Lightwood~
{ pretend Magnus and Alec aren't a thing }
You walk over to Magnus. "Why are there Nephilim here?" He shrugs. "I don't know y/n." You sigh and walk over to the tattooed half angels. "You must be the Shadowhunters from the New York Institute." You smile. You were half warlock, and it showed through your glittery skin and hair. "None of your business warlock." A boy with blonde hair hisses. "Really? Aren't you supposed to be welcoming to your kind?" Blondie rolls his eyes. "You are not our kind." You clench your fists. "For your information, I'm part shadowhunter." His jaw drops and you scan the group. A girl with red hair along with one with dark hair. Three boys, a brunette, Blondie, and one with beautiful blue eyes. "I'm y/n Haze." The blue eyed boy smiles at you. "I'm Alec Lightwood. This is Isabelle, Jace, Simon, and Clary."
~Raphael~
Clary, Jace, and you try to figure out how to get into the vampires den. "I wouldn't go in there." A boy around your age walks up. The first thing you notice is the scar around his neck. "Why not?" You cock your head to the side. He frowns. "My brother went in there and I never saw him again." You clutch your short sword and in one swift motion his body is slammed against the brick wall. "What's your name?" You hiss. "Tell me yours first." You roll your eyes. "Y/n Lightwood." He nods. "Raphael."
~Sebastian Morgenstern~
You stand next to Jace, watching as Clary and Jocelyn mourn over Jonathon. You walk over and tap on Clary's shoulder. "May I have a word?" She nods and you two walk a little ways away. "What y/n?" You sigh. "I can save him. Jonathon, not Sebastian." She nods furiously. "Yes!" You nod and the both of you dart over to him. "Who are you?" He gasps. "I am y/n. Raziel's daughter." His eyes widen. "I am here to save you Jonathon." His brow furrows an Jocelyn looks up at you. "You can do that?" You nod and bring out your stele. You start to draw a rune. "Jonathon. I want you to close your eyes for a second." He nods, doing as you say. "See that light? Walk towards it." Jocelyn's eyes widen and her grip on him tightens. You give her a look as her mouth opens. You finish the rune just as he takes his last breath. For a long second he doesn't move. You hold your breath. He begins to glow silver and you exhale, smiling. His eyes open and Jocelyn start crying. He tries to comfort his mother but eventually turns to you. "Thank you y/n."
~Jordan Kyle~
You sit next to Clary and Simon, doodling little runes in your notebook. "Hey. Um my name's Kyle and I saw that you needed a guitarist?" You look him over before glancing at Clary. She smirks and wiggles her eyebrows at you. You blush and bite your lip to keep from smiling. "Hey." You look up to see Kyle in front of you, smiling. You look up at him and smile back. "Hey."
{ The Dark Artifices }
~Mark Blackthorn~
You glance around the high ceiling room. "Ma'am." The Wild Hunt greets. "New recruits." You were the female leader of the Wild Hunt and they thought of you as a laid back but fair leader. You showed no mercy to traiters and rewarded those who did more than they were told. They shove a boy in front of you. You look at him, eyes wide. One of his eyes was blue green, and the other was gold. His hair was light blonde and several runes marked his skin. You smirked. "Half Shadowhunter?" They all nod. "What is your name?" He glares at you. "Mark Blackthorn." "Nice to meet you Mark Blackthorn. I am Mavalia Cross."
~Julian Blackthorn~
You hear a gasp as you're getting into your car. You frown and notice the faint glow of a witchlight coming from a nearby truck. It was the Los Angeles Institute shadowhunters. "Who are you?" The girl points her short sword at you. You hold your hands up. "I'm y/n." She frowns. "What happened?" She looks down at her bloodstained hands. "He was shot with an arrow." You nod and bring out your stele. "Move." You order. She nods and surprisingly does as she's told. You take her place, drawing a large but perfect iratze. The boy groans but his arrow wound begins to heal. You smile and lean back. "Be more careful next time."
A/N: I was rereading this and just realized how terrible it was -_-
~Tiberius Blackthorn~
You groan. "I don't want to go Dads." Magnus rolled his eyes. "You're going." You pouted, crossing your arms and blaring the music in your headphones. You saw the California Institute instantly. "Come on." Your dads were sending you away this summer so you didn't have to deal with Clary and Jace's screaming baby and so they could have alone time. You jump out of the car and glare at the them. They shrug. You huff and grab your bags, dashing up the steps and bursting into the building. "Hi." A girl and boy pass you, dressed in gear and ready to go hunting. You wave and dart away. You bump into someone. "I'm sorry." You squeak. The boy shakes his head,. "It's okay. My fault. I'm Tiberius." You smile. "Y/n Lightwood. Or Bane. Whichever you perfer."