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Alec Fray

Summary:

“Wow, we weren’t raised in a cult. What a fucking tragedy!”
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When Maryse heard Jocelyn was running away she had one request. “Take Alec with you.”
Alec Fray was raised alongside his sister, Clary Fray, by their mom Jocelyn, living your Average, New York, Apple Pie Life.
Until Jocelyn goes missing, and Alec finds out he and Clary are part of an organization known as Shadowhunters, who hunt Demons.
Alec, is… less then impressed, but agrees to help, if only because it’ll help him and Clary bring their Mol back. And if he finds the cute Shadowhunter Jace, and the powerful Warlock Magnus Bane hot… well, there’s not much he can do.

Notes:

Did you know Flour is an explosive? If you have enough and it’s suspended in the air, it can make an explosion if ingnited.
I came up for this idea while lying in bed and will have a mish-mash of book and show lore. I hope you enjoy the first installment of Alec Fray. Working for weekly updates, but probably won’t suceed.

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Chapter 1: Mom’s Missing

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Alec always knew he was adopted. He looked nothing like his mother, or his sister, with their matching wild red hair, and his neat dark hair.

He always felt lesser with his mom as well. Jocelyn clearly loved Clary more, taking her out for trips every two months, and only bringing Alec back a vial of a drink, which he immediately drank. She never brought it up, and whenever he brought it up, Jocelyn just came back with a bigger vial that made his mind all woozy for a little while.

His only real form of release was his art and crafting, and also his weapons.

His mom had enrolled him in as many martial arts as possible, as well as sword fighting and has been taken to gun range by his almost-father, Luke, every time they had the time.

On top of that, Jocelyn often became depressed. So depressed she wouldn’t get out of bed. By the time he was 6, Alec could cook an entire breakfast from scratch for him and Clary on those days.

It wasn’t that Jocelyn was a bad mother. She got him chemistry books for his birthday, and let him get ice cream when he got suspended for “accidentally” blowing up the lab in 5th grade, even though he was supposed to be punished. She got Clary expensive paints, and let her use the walls to paint murals and beautiful pictures that spanned rooms, and took them out for dinners all the time, buying them presents on their annual vacations. She paid for his college classes, which were online because Jocelyn got pissy when he left, and she made him hot chocolate all the time since he turned 18.

But still. It hurt, knowing he was always going to be less loved. If Clary’s art show and Alec’s competitions landed on the same day, Luke would show up at the competition, with congratulations and an apology from Jocelyn, even if the Art Show lasted multiple days.

But it was whatever.

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Today was Clary’s birthday. She had gotten accepted to school, and when Clary had come home, Alec was reading on the couch. He noticed Jocelyn acting weird, but he waved it away. It was Jocelyn. She was weird sometimes. He was a bit jealous that Jocelyn had given Clary the family heirloom, covered in symbols he swore he remembered seeing before, but he understood if she wanted to keep it with the blood family.

Currently Alec was parking his motorcycle outside of the club Clary and Simon had invited him to come to with them.

He had forgone his normal flannel and jeans for a button up shirt that he popped the top two buttons of. He had put on a pair of leather pants as well. Normally he didn’t wear leather, it was impractical for his normal pastimes. But tonight was about abusing his pretty privilege, scoring some free drinks, and finding some faceless guy to flirt and have mind-blowing sex with.

He walked in, adjusting his shirt slightly so it exposed slightly more skin on his chest, and walked into the club, showing his ID to the bouncer briefly. It was fake, he knew Jocelyn would be furious if word ever got back to her with what he did. He walked his way through the crowds of people, looking around for his first target.

Simon had texted him to wait for them before going out on a hookup. And Clary had said she’d be waiting in here, but if she wasn’t there was no point to waiting.

He did see one cute guy, and he was talking to a pair of men. Alec continued to watch, waiting for a moment, when the cute guy held up his hand and blue light, almost like magic, formed between his fingers. One of the guys started levitating and Alec was lowkey turned on by it. He really needed to talk to a therapist one day. Anyway, Alec watched in interest as the two men he was talking to walked away.

The cute guy walked away, so Alec turned to follow when Cute Guy bumped into a girl with fiery hair. Clary’s hair. There she was. Good.

Alec moved toward her, expertly sliding around people. He’d been coming to crowded clubs since he looked old enough, which meant around 16. Luke had caught him at one, and immediately sat him down to give him a safety lecture, but didn’t arrest him, which Alec considered a privilege of your kind-of-but-not-really father as a part of the police force.

He made his way over to where Clary was. He didn’t approach her because hello , there was an adorable boy she was following with blond hair and an almost all black outfit. The outfit looked like leather.

However, what happened next trumped any plans of a good night Alec had had.

Clary watched with wide eyes and Alec looked as well. The blond boy, and his… girlfriend? Sister? Whatever.

He followed after them and saw the girl start to strip dance. Or, dance like she was a stripper, but without taking off her clothes.

The other boy, the blond, pulled out a silver sword handle and whisper something, with a burst of a blue glowing blade coming from that.

Alec frowned as the boy moved to attack the six people that the girl was distracting. He killed a couple of them, but Alec could see he was struggling a little as more seemed to spawn from nowhere, coming from the shadows.

Alec quickly grabbed Clary and held her behind him as he reached into his pocket to pull out the bag of flour he keeps on him at all times.

“Alec, no.” said Clary. “You already have a record. Luke can’t save you forever.”

Alec smirked and slipped out his lighter.

“Blondie, wig girl, you might want to duck.” he said to the duo, tossing the flour in the air and then sparking the lighter.

BOOM

Alec chuckled and backed up. He grabbed Clary’s hand and shoved her out with him.

He turned, and saw the blond guy watching him silently. Alec smirked and winked. He may be a murderer, but he was hot, so he might as well.

Once he left the room, he grabbed Clary’s arm and looked over her. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.” she said, shaking. “He just…”

“Yes darling, he did. Go home.” Alec said. “I’ll go get Simon. I’ll tell the bouncer.”

Clary nodded and ran out of the club. Alec sighed and did not go get a bouncer. He did get Simon however.

“Simon, we have to leave, someone died here.”

“Should we get the police?”

“No. I don’t think they’ll believe us somehow.” Alec said, pulling Simon out of the club. His hands were clenched and he was trying his best not to lose focus.

“Alec.” Simon hissed. “My arm.”

“Sorry.” Alec said, loosening his hand. There was just something so… off… about the scene. The way that it was done… something was off, but Alec couldn’t quite put his finger to it.

Once they were outside Alec brought Simon to his motorcycle and tossed him a spare helmet. “We need to get out of here now.” He said, swinging his leg over and waiting for SImon to loop his arms around Alec’s waist, taking a deep breath before going forward and sighing.

“Where’s Clary?” Simon asked.

“Home. I sent her back. She was… badly shaken. I sent her home, she’ll be fine, she has her license and her car.”

“My van.”

“Same difference.”

“No. Different difference.”

“It’ll be fine, and we’re stopping at our place anyway, you can drive it home.” Alec grabbed the guys and stepped inside. “Also, if the police stop us, I’m leaving.”

“Alec!” said Simon. “Again?”

“You didn’t hear the explosion?” asked Alec, pressing the pedal harshly.

“I did, but I was praying it wasn’t you.”

“Well, it was. Also, out of curiosity,” said Alec. “Why was that symbol on your van? I know I’ve seen it somewhere. I just can’t place it.

“Clary painted it.”

“Oh. Make sense.” Alec continued to drive, but they were in relative silence. Alec knew he had seen that somewhere. He had vague memories of talking to his mom about people with glowing swords, which was weird since he remembered having one of them just a couple days ago. And… right after that she made him hot chocolate. The hot chocolate… that had to have something to do with it. His dreams about people with glowing swords, and shape shifting monsters. They must have been real.

“Alec! Pay attention!” yelled Simon, and Alec burst out of his thoughts. That sometimes happens. He would black out and do things on instinct and pay attention to something else. He almost didn’t pass his drivers test because of it.

“Shit, sorry.” said Alec, frowning. “I was… thinking.”

“No, duh.”

“It’s just… something about that didn't make sense.” said Alec. He shook his head. “I hope–” his phone rang and he reached over, grabbing it and seeing Clary’s name. “Simon, answer for me.”

Simon turned on the speaker phone.

“Hey Clare-Bear. It’s on speaker phone. What’s up?”

“Mom’s missing.” she cried. “And Dot, she got thrown out a window. I’m going to go to the police station to see Luke. Please, please, please…”

“Okay, I’ll meet you there. Grab my guns from my room, and the explosives. They’re under the kitchen cabinet behind the twisty part of the sink pipes. If anything or anyone attacks you, pull the string, throw, and run.”

“M’kay.” Clary nodded and disconnected.

Alec grabbed the wheel and spun it into an illegal U-Turn.

“Didn’t Jocelyn confiscate your explosives?” asked Simon.

“I made more.”

“She took them yesterday!”

“She doesn’t know all the things in the house I use to make them.” Alec shrugged and then sighed. “God I hate my life. I should not have chosen to wear leather today.”

“Yeah, that does look uncomfortable.” said Simon with a wince.

“Anyway, we need to hurry.” Alec said. “So shut up and let me drive.”

“Do you remember how to get there?”

“Simon…”

“Okay, okay.” Simon sat back as Alec added another crime to his long, long list of weirdly still undocumented felonies and crimes. One day, Luke wouldn’t be able to keep him out of jail. Though, to be fair, Alec was an expert at not getting caught in the first place. His first act with half of his crimes was to remove any evidence of his time there. Usually with arson. He used makeup to make his face look different, burn anything he didn’t keep, and used generic zippo lighters in public. Plus, he was a good hacker.

“If I get arrested because you use my van to do this, I am going to tell on you.” Simon said.

“There aren’t cameras on these streets,” said Alec with a casual and bored shrug.

“And of course you’d know that.” Simon sighed deeply. Alec was the definition of a bad boy.

“Yep.” Alec sighed and reached up, running a hand through his hair and sighing when his hair flopped to the side and the slight sting of his hair being pulled. He never gelled his hair. Got in the way of good sex. So his hair was long and fluffy. Especially with his anxiety.

They pulled up outside the Police Station and Clary came running out, jumping in the car. “Oh my god, guys, thanks.”

“Anytime.” Alec said, reached behind his seat and stroked her hair. Then he paused. “Where’re we going?”

“Home. I think there might be something there.”

“You mean the home that just got attacked?” Alec asked, rightfully skeptical of his sister’s ‘genius’ plan.

“Yes.”

Alec sighed deeply, but nodded and started to drive at a much more reasonable pace back to the Fray’s apartment.

“Of course you drive reasonably when your sister is the one in the car.” complained Simon.

Alec rolled his eyes. “Well, have you considered that I don't want to get to our house right after our mom went missing from it?”

Simon rolled his eyes. “Excuses, excuses.”

Alec sighed and ran his hand through his hair, looking out at the road and waiting. It was tense the whole car ride to the hospital, and Alec’s hands were clenched tightly to the steering wheel.

When they did get to the apartment, Clary ran straight inside, Alec following after her, giving Simon instructions to wait in the car for them to come out, and if they didn't come out in an hour, to track their phone and find them.

Inside the apartment, it was quiet. Clary gave Alec his guns back, and he stored them in his holsters, which he attached to his belt, then went looking for his explosives, and more flour to refill his bag.

As he was searching, a scream tore through the air, abruptly cut off and Alec jerked up, banging his head on the roof of the sink he had been searching under.

He ran outside once he’d recovered from the hit to his head and saw a man with blond hair and a full leather outfit carrying Clary to the window and jumping out with her.

Alec frowned and readied his gun, following after the guy silently, phone on emergency dial for Luke.

Outside the building he followed the guy, who didn’t seem to be struggling Clary at all, all the way to an old building. The boy stepped in, and Alec did right after, before the door had even seung shut.

Inside, the boy set Clary down and turned. “Hey Izzy, can you—” He turned and froze when he saw Alec standing there with his gun prepared. But then he seemed to relax. Then he tensed up again as he saw Alec’s face.

“Maryse! Can you come here? I think we have a problem!”

Chapter 2: Chapter Two

Summary:

Alec meets the Shadowhunters.

Notes:

Sorry this took so long, I am very easily distracted and I also had a gender crisis.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Alec frowned he didn’t know who Maryse was, and he had a strong suspicion knowing was going to be inconvenient.

“Can I have my sister?”

“No, she got attacked. I’m taking her to the infirmary.” He continued to carry her past toward the stairs and Alec huffed.

“What’s your name, at least.” said Alec, winking slightly.

“Jace.” Said the cute blond. “The name’s Jace Wayland.”

Alec nodded. Jace was cute. If he got the free time… well, he turned around and looked over at a tall black haired woman walking over through the door.

“Jace? What do you want?” the woman asked.

Alec repositioned himself. He was good at impressing adults and parents, and he didn’t want Jace to get in trouble.

“Over there.” Jace jerked his head back to Alec, and Alec waved shyly.

“Hello.” He said, putting on his Parents Voice. Clary said it was uncanny to hear the switch, but Alec didn’t really think so. It was just fun to do. Plus it was often helpful for people when they brought over their hookup and the hookup was good with defusing parents.

Maryse seemed to have a double take seeing him, and then Clary’s body.

“What?”

“Well your handsome blond over there, Jace, kidnapped my sister, so I had to come with him.” Alec shrugged casually. “A reasonable course of action, I hope you agree.”

“What’s your name?” Maryse asked, looking at Alec closely.

“Oh, Alexander Lightwood Fray. My mom had a weird choice for my middle name, but—”

Maryse was looking at Alec in horror and Alec frowned, not quite sure where he messed up but knowing he must have somewhere.

“Lightwood?” she asked in thinly veiled horror.

“Yeah. My mom has a weird choice of names. For me at least. Clary got a normal middle name.” Alec rolled his eyes and then frowned when Maryse continued to stare at him with wide eyes. “Um… Did I say something?” he asked.

Maryse shook her head. “Jocelyn was so close.” she muttered, then waved her hand. “You can stay with your… sister until she wakes up.”

Alec frowned at her, then nodded and turned away.

“That was weird.” he said, then saw Jace looking at him in horror.

“Lightwood?” he asked. Alec shooed him to keep walking as they did, holding the gun up.

“Yeah. Mom gave Clary a good middle name. But me? Lightwood.” Alec rolled his eyes. “Why?”

Jace put down Clary in the infirmary and hesitated. “Lightwood is the last name of a Shadowhunter family.”

“Oh. What’s a Shadowhunter?”

“Us. The best. We’re demon hunters. Blessed by the Angel himself. We use our runes from the Angel.” He gestured to his tattoos.

“So a cult.”

“No. We’re an elite secret global organization of Nephilim descended from those blessed by the Angel who hunt demons in secret and have powers and stuff from our runes.”

“Yes, a cult.”

“It’s not a cult.”

“Yes it is.” Alec looked over at Clary’s sleeping form. “She’ll be healed soon, right?”

“Yes. She’s a Shaodwhunter, like you.”

“I’m not one of you.” Alec said. “I will not join a cult.”

“It’s not a thing you join. It’s in your blood.” Jace insisted. “Literally. Angel blood.”

“Cult.” Alec sighed. “But, you are cute. So if you want, I’ll be free to hookup sometime later.”

“Mom’s missing and you still want to sleep around.” said a raspy voice, and Alec turned to see Clary blinking awake. “Typical.”

“Well what am I supposed to do? Not take advantage of the situation? Is he not adorable?” Alec asked, running a hand through her hair.

“Maybe wait?” Clary suggested, swinging her legs off the bed and stumbled. “Ugh.” She pressed her hand to her forehead, wincing at how dizzy she felt.

“Sit down.” Said Jace, pushing Clary down onto the hospital bed.

“Oi, don’t touch me.” Clary slapped his hands off of her and scowled. “Alec, we need to leave, find mom, and get Simon.”

“Reasonable.” Said Alec. “Nice chatting with you, pretty boy. We need to leave.”

“Can I change?” Asked Clary, looking down at her ruined dress and pants.

“Ah, yes, I asked Izzy to get some of her clothes.” Jace said.

“Izzy?” Alec asked.

“My adopted sister, Maryse’s daughter.” Jace explained. “Ah, speak of the devil.”

A girl, roughly Clary and Simon’s age, came in. She was dressed like a whore, not that Alec could judge, and her heels made a soft clicking noise.

“I don’t think her clothes are your style.” Alec said dryly, glancing over at Clary. Clary’s mouth was open and her cheeks were tinged a pretty pink, so he sighed. “Fine. You change, we’ll wait outside the room.”

Jace seemed to realize what he was implying. “Right, yes, Alec, Izzy, come on.” Alec followed Jace and Izzy out of the room.

“So, Alec.” Izzy said, turning to him and tracing her fingers down his arm. “What do you have planned for after this?”

She smiled and Alec got the distinct impression she was attempting to be sexy.

“Sorry, I’m gay.” Alec said. “I like men. Dick.” He pushed her off and then sighed, turning to the door Clary was on the other side of.

“Izzy, I wouldn’t recommend it anyway.” Jace said, then, leaning in closer, whispered something into her ear. She frowned, then blushed, embarrassed at what he said to her.

Alec looked at them, then shrugged. If that was what they were into, he wasn’t going to get into their business. He wasn’t going to be around for long enough to judge them for anything, even if they were committing pseudo incest.

As he waited, Maryse came over to talk to Jace in low tones, shooting looks at Alec every now and then. It made him feel like he was under a microscope, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the feeling.

To distract himself he pulled out a video of himself at one of his shooting competitions.

“Is that you?” Izzy asked, sitting next to him, sure to keep a respectful distance.

“Mhm. Luke, my mom’s not-really boyfriend, and mine and Clary’s father figure, took it.” He sighed. “Clary had a Parent-Teacher conference because her art was going to be featured in some big art competition that day.” He explained.

“So she just skipped?” Izzy sounded disgusted at that. As if she knew anything about their family.

“Yeah. It’s always been like that. I was a… well I guess a daddy’s boy, though Luke wasn’t really our dad. And Clary was a momma’s girl.”

“Oh.” Izzy shut up after that, and Alec rolled his eyes with a small sigh.

Clary opened the door. “I feel like Alec.” She said in disgust, using her left hand to tug the end of the leather dress down.

“Because I’m awesome?”

“Because you’re a slut.”

“Rude.” She wasn’t wrong though.

“Okay,” Jace said. “You guys can’t leave yet.”

“Why not?” Clary asked him, eyebrows raised. Clary did not like being told what to do. She listened to Alec and their mom, but she didn’t do jack unless she wanted to.

“Because you guys have Shadowhunter blood. We need to train you.” Maryse explained smoothly.

“Nah, not interested in being in a cult.” Alec said with an eye roll. Clary nodded affirmatively.

Alec’s phone rang. Simon.

“Hey?” Alec asked when he answered.

“Hey, what are you and Clary doing in an abandoned church? I tracked your phones, and it says you’re there, but…”

“Abandoned church?” Alec frowned, confused. It wasn’t an abandoned church? “Nevermind, we just got briefly kidnapped by a tattooed cult, we’ll be out in a minute.”

“A what?”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll come out in a minute.” Alec repeated, walking toward the door. “Come on Clary.”

Clary came over behind him, waving behind her to Jace and Izzy.

“Bye guys!” she said cheerfully.

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