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Shadowhunters || Jeliorn || The Royal Consort of the Seelie King || Jeliorn || Shadowhunters
Title: The Royal Consort of the Seelie King – Writer's Month 2022
Fandom: Shadowhunters: The Mortal Instruments
Disclaimer: All rights to the Shadowhunters show reserved to Ed Decter, the books the show is based off and its characters belong to Cassandra Clare. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, fluff, established relationship
Main Pairing: Meliorn/Jace
Shadowhunters Characters: Jonathan 'Jace' Herondale, Meliorn, Isabelle Lightwood
Summary: Writer's Month Prompts: knot fairy realm. Jace had let his hair grow out for his husband. The downside of long hair? All the knots. Thankfully, Meliorn has magical fingers.
The Royal Consort of the Seelie King
Writer's Month 2022
The end of the war had left Jace in disarray. Clary having lost her memories had wrecked him. On top of everything else he had gone through during these past months – the identity crisis, the torture, the capture, his death and possession. During all of that, aside from his parabatai, Clary had been his greatest pillar of support. Losing her had broken away from his already limited support system and that hurt more than some of the torture he had gone through.
In the end, Meliorn was the one who had made the right suggestion. Meliorn had invited him to the Seelie Realm. At first, only because Meliorn could still feel the aftermath of their temporary bond formed to go to Edom. Though Jace wouldn't have admitted it back then, he'd felt the lingering aftereffects too. Most likely because he knew what a bond felt like – he had the parabatai-bond – so he was more sensitive to it than the others. Which probably played into him agreeing.
He needed to get out of New York. Away from all the memories and pain. Meliorn got him a room, right next to the Seelie Knight's own chambers. For days, Jace just slept. Catching up on the sleep he had missed out on, had forced his body not to take during the possession. Meliorn helped him get a more healthy eating schedule again. The two spent a lot of time with each other.
Whenever Meliorn wasn't busy with his duties – and what with the death of the Seelie Queen, there was a lot of diplomacy to be had – he'd be with Jace. Showing him around, talking to him.
Theirs had just been banter in Edom, but this time around, they actually got to know each other. Jace found it so easy to open up to Meliorn. He was also much more interested in what Meliorn had to say than he would have thought. It wasn't just a nice distraction, he really wanted to hear what Meliorn tad to say, wanted to get to know the Seelie better.
About five weeks into his stay in the Seelie Realm, they shared their first kiss.
And five years later, they got married in a huge ceremony in the Seelie Realm, the Downworlder event of the century – the wedding of the Seelie King. Jace had been nervous and unsure, but his parabatai and best man talked him through it, stayed at his side and looked so proud as he gave Jace away at the altar, so to speak. Jace never thought he'd get to be this happy.
/break\
For the five years of their relationship, Jace and Meliorn had gone back and forth between the Institute and the Seelie Realm, both having their duties. A few months in the Seelie Realm had helped Jace and he had felt ready for his job again. He felt back to his old self. No, he felt better than ever before. After their wedding though, Jace moved back to the Seelie Realm for good.
His official title with the Clave was the liason with the Seelie Realm. Their relations with the Seelies had never been better than now that the Herondale heir was the royal consort of the Seelie King. Jace, surprisingly enough, found himself enjoying his diplomatic position.
"What happened to you?" Isabelle was visibly trying to hide her laughter.
Jace enjoyed his diplomatic position, but every now and again he would miss the hunt and he'd join a mission with the institute. He missed the thrill of the hunt and he also missed spending time with the Shadowhunters he knew. Even though most of those he trusted had moved on. Alec was by now the Inquisitor, living in Idris. Isabelle only rarely went on active missions because she was now the head of the New York Institute. And Clary was... Jace swallowed hard and shook his head. Clary was happy in the mundane world, he knew that, he'd heard from Luke, who had used the second chance he'd gotten with the cure to go and live with his daughter. She was happy. That was good.
He was happy too. Tilting his head, he grinned at Isabelle and brushed his wild hair back.
"It's... It didn't go as well as expected and I only had a scrunchy," Jace winced.
Usually, when he decided to join a mission, he came with his hair braided to keep it out of the way. However, today he had decided to join more spontaneously and since his husband was out on a diplomatic mission right now, nobody had braided his hair. He'd borrowed a scrunchy from the girl on the mission, thinking it'd suffice, but clearly not. Now, he had a crow's nest on his head.
"That looks... absolutely awful," Isabelle reached out to pick a branch out of his hair.
"Mel will be able to fix it when he gets back home today."
"I like that," Isabelle offered the smallest smile. "You always get this... look on your face when you mention Meliorn. He's really been doing you some good, Jace. I'm happy for you."
Jace rolled his eyes, trying to distract from his blush, before he reached out to hug her. "I'm happy for you too. Head of the Institute. And give my best to your husband. Tell him not to be late to our next training session, okay? Writing songs is not actually an excuse for being late."
"Will do, but it won't change anything," now it was Isabelle's turn to smile softly.
/break\
Jace stretched out, his back making some unpleasant noises. He was only wearing a towel around his waist as he walked out of the bathroom, water dripping down his torso. Showers after missions were particularly nice. A pleased noise came from the bed and Jace turned toward the source.
"Mel," a smile spread over his lips. "You're back home."
"Yes," Meliorn sat up, beckoning Jace over. "Earlier than anticipated yet at the exact right time. The view is quite... magnificent. Bruises aside."
A frown marred his features as he gently traced a bruise on Jace's ribs. "Went on a mission."
"You're the king's consort," Meliorn kissed along Jace's chest. "And as the king, I do not appreciate when you return my consort bruised-up like this, my love. I know I can not, and would not want to, stop you from going on missions, but... please be careful."
"I am," Jace wrapped his arms around Meliorn's neck. "I will be. I promise."
A more displeased noise followed as Meliorn tried to run his fingers through Jace's hair. "What..."
"Ye—eah," Jace grinned sheepishly. "Think you can work your magic?"
Meliorn heaved a sigh but nodded his agreement and Jace was quick to sit down on his husband's lap, facing away from him. The main reason why Jace had grown out his hair was because Meliorn loved playing with it, loved braiding it. And Jace loved when Meliorn did these things. With his eyes closed in bliss did he enjoy the gentle way in which Meliorn brushed all the knots out of his hair and then started to put intricate braids into it. Life as the royal consort was pretty nice.
~*~ The End ~*~