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Hiii love your fics please would you write again gabrily teasing each other? I love th way you portray them

Thank you so muchh I'm so glad you enjoy them! I love writing them!

Context: this is part of a fic I've been writing since Chain of Iron came out (it's after the Leviathan attack), but it's so long, I never got around to finishing nor publishing it. But I'm glad it's finally going to be read by someone other then myself!

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“What was it like to live in Wales?” Kit asked.

His head was resting on Cecily's shoulder as they waited outside of the infirmary. His soft, delicate curls tickled her neck.

“It was lonely.” Cecily said. “I didn’t have anybody to keep me company. All I did was play the harp.” She kissed to top of his head. “I’m much happier here, with my family.”

“I like it when you play the harp.” Kit said after a while.

“I know, my darling. I’ll play it for you, if you like.”

Kit shook his head. “It’s okay.”

But the more Cecily thought about it, the more she wanted to. “You know what? It’ll be good for us. It will take our minds off of it.”

She ruffled Kit’s hair and stood up. She shifted Alexander so that he rested on her other hip and offered her hand for Christopher to take.

…

Cecily sat down behind the harp in the music room of the institute and sighed, looking at her boys who were sitting on the floor to her left. Alexander was practically asleep in Kit’s crossed legs, but her older son looked up at her with eyes that looked like amethysts in the witchlight lamps.

She quickly plucked some strings from a couple of octaves to check if they were in tune. The Institute music room wasn’t too humid or dry, to avoid damaging the instruments, therefore many of the instruments didn’t usually get out of tune. Not only that, but Harps rarely got out of tune to begin with, so it came to no surprise that the strings sounded as they should. Good riddance, too, since tuning a harp was a living nightmare.

Cecily ran her nails softly through the strings so that they made a soft sound.

“What should I play?” She asked Kit.

“The twisty one.” He said, humming a little part of it.

Cecily smiled, knowing exactly which song he meant, and began plucking the first measures of Debussy’s Deux Arabesques.

Kit nodded and closed his eyes.

She continued letting herself concentrate on the task of playing, on thinking about not the notes that she was playing, but on what notes were to come. She concentrated on bringing her foot down on the paddle and leaning forward to reach the lower octaves.

Though she’d been playing this song since she was a girl, she couldn’t play the entire 10 minutes of the song without sheet music to guide her, so she skipped a couple of sections that were foggy in her memory. What was good about having played the harp so long was that she was familiar with how to transition, so that one who was unfamiliar with the song wouldn’t guess that she was altering it. She reached the part of the song (towards the ending) that she remembered vividly. Because of how delicate it was, she used to play it as a lullaby when little Christopher couldn’t sleep, while Gabriel paced around the room with him in his arms, hummed softly alongside the harp. Cecily’s mind began conjuring those memories, remembering them with a sudden clarity; the way Gabriel’s hair was muzzled from sleep, how she could barely keep her eyes open and her fingers moving. But most of all, she remembered how when Christopher had finally gone to sleep, they’d kiss the top of his head, put him to sleep and tumble into their own bed, exhausted. Even then, when they had been so tired they couldn’t even speak, Gabriel kissed the wedding rune on her forearm, and then her forehead, like he did every night.

She didn’t weep at this memory. She smiled at it, because it could never bring her anything but joy. As shadowhunters, there was always a possibility you would lose those close to you. Cecily and Gabriel have come to terms with the fact that they might not grow old together like they want to. Cecily is content with the fact that she was able to have a family with him, to raise at least two wonderful children together and have a third, though unexpected, beautiful son as well.

…

It was later in the night and Kit had gone to James and Cordelia’s new house with Thomas. Cecily was thankful of that, because there was no point in him staying here waiting for Gabriel to wake up. It was better to be distracted, because distractions meant you didn’t worry.

Cecily didn’t want to worry, but she also didn’t want to be distracted, which was quite a predicament she was in.

She sighed and rested her head on Gabriel’s shoulder. She could see Alex from where he was sleeping at the foot of Gabriel’s infirmary bed. She smiled because she could see a little bit of her father in him: something about the shape of his lips. She looked up to the ceiling. Sometimes she didn’t like to be reminded of her parents, because it made her too sad. Though, she reminded herself, that mouth shape did not belong to her father now: it was purely Alex’s, because her father’s body didn’t exist anymore. Not after it had been burned, it’s ashes scattered across the mountains of Wales, just like he would have wanted. Cecily could smile at that.

Other than his smile, she liked to think that Alex looked like his father, though everyone tells Cecily that he takes after her. Their darling Kit is the who resembles Gabriel the most, though she would have loved for one of them to inherit his lovely green eyes. Of course, they’ll never know until Alex reaches a certain age; Matthew Fairchild had light blue eyes until the age of five, where they darkened considerably, so one never truly knows.

“It would be a shame to let your eyes go to waste, Gabriel.” Cecily sighed, looking up at him. “I didn’t have any idea my blue eyes would dominate with such an unwavering hand. If Alex ends up with blue eyes as well, perhaps we should have an—Oh my darling, your hair is in complete disarray. You must look presentable, at least.”

Cecily stood, brushing his hair with her fingers, with the intension of tidying it up.

…

Gabriel regained consciousness, the last thing he expected was to be having his hair brushed. He opened his eyes about half an inch and saw his wife, oblivious to the fact that he was awake, fussing with his hair. She had her bottom lip drawn in between her teeth, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“Why am I not surprised?” Gabriel mumbled.

Cecily gasped, and drew back in surprised, her hand poised for attack. As soon as she realized it was Gabriel who had spoken, she rushed back to his side, reaching to grab the hand closest to her.

“Oh, Gabriel darling, how do you feel.” Concern filled her eyes.

Gabriel brushed her knuckles with his thumb, “Relax Cecy, I’m quiet alright.”

She nodded, reaching up to cup his face on her hands and kissed his forehead.

He smiled at her before becoming rigid. “Is everybody else alright? Anna, Kit, Thomas–”

“Yes, yes there were no casualties in the battle.” Cecily said, taking his hand in both of her own once more. With shaking hands, she lifted his own to her lips, kissing his scarred fingers with more tenderness than Gabriel though possible.

He tried to pull her in towards him, but winced at the movement, finding that he was limited by his extensive injuries.

Cecily noticed this. “You snapped six ribs and bruised a couple more.” she informed him, “Your arms are miraculously unharmed, save large bruising and minor fracturing, though your left arm was dislocated, as was your collarbone. You’ll have to wear a cast for a week.”

Gabriel pressed his lips together.

“Well, if you don’t like it, how

Gabriel was slowly blinking, his body easing back into calm.

“Well, if you don’t like it, perhaps you’ll think twice next time before throwing yourself head-first at demons.”

“I think I’ll consider it.” He said.

Cecily rolled her eyes, though she leaned in closer to Gabriel. He leaned forward as well, kissing her softly. He couldn’t help but smile.

“You idiot,” she said suddenly, pulling away. “Don’t you dare smile. You scared me half to death.”

He nudged her cheek with his nose. “You’ve done the same to me. On several occasions, mind you.”

“It’s different.” Cecily said, crossing her arms.

“How so?” Gabriel challenged.

“You expect it from me.”

Gabriel pressed his lips together. “That’s highly unfair.”

“Well, life is unfair, so I suppose you’ll have to take that up with the Angel.” Cecily said, begrudgingly taking his hand again.

Gabriel shook his head. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m incredible.”

Gabriel didn’t deny it, because it was true, but he also didn’t admit it because he didn’t want to inflate Cecily’s ego; she was still a Herondale at heart, after all.

“Alex shouldn’t have to be here.” Gabriel said, looking at their youngest child.

Cecily lay her head on his shoulder softly, even though it was the uninjured one. “He insisted on staying. Couldn’t be persuaded into going to sleep. He wanted to be here when you woke up.”

Gabriel could feel what she said deep in his heart. Before he had children, he couldn’t imagine the love a parent holds towards their child. It was like having a piece of you and a piece of the person you loved most mix into a single person, that was more perfect than you could imagine. perhaps the best part of it was raising them. Seeing how each day they grew a little bit more, the way they look to you for help or run to you when they’re scared. Perhaps the most beautiful thing is that Gabriel’s children loved him back.

He’d loved his father with everything he had, and Benedict had only left him disappointed. Gabriel was proud that Alex loved him enough that he wanted to stay by his side while he was injured. That he’d given all his love and that it was finally reciprocated by his wife and children. It made the wait worth it.

Cecily nudged him lightly with her shoulder, “We should probably wake him up.”

Gabriel shook his head. “Let him sleep. He’ll wake up soon enough.”

“Alright, but if he gets angry that nobody woke him, the blame will be solely placed on your shoulders.” Cecily got up and filled a glass of water. “Also, you must drink something before you become dehydrated.”

She brought the glass close to his lips and Gabriel pulled away. “You don’t need to do that. I can hold the glass myself.”

Cecily lifted an eyebrow.

Gabriel sighed. “Fine, but don’t make me chug the entire glass like you did last time. I almost drowned.”

“Don’t be ridiculous; I’m not going to drown you.”

She brought the glass to his lips and tilted the glass upwards. The water was cold and Gabriel could only drink a few mouthfuls before it began to hurt. Of course, when he tried to pull away, Cecily tried to get him to drink more. Gabriel turned his face away, forcing her to lower the glass.

“Oh, Gabriel, that’s not nearly enough.” She said, frowning at how much water was left in the glass.

“The water is freezing! I can’t exactly drink it all in one go.” Gabriel said. “Also, that is the last time I’m letting you do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because every time I let you, I might as well be signing my death warrant!”

Cecily huffed. “I would never kill you. I need you for the bed.”

Gabriel smirked at her.

“Not like that Gabriel Lightwood! Lord, you’re such a boy. I meant because you body heat warms up the bed.”

“Fair enough. But also a little bit of the other thing.”

Cecily rolled her eyes. “I’m not answering that.”

“And why is that?”

“Because there is a child sleeping a meter away from us, and if he just so happens to overhear this conversation, I would rather not explain it to him.”

Gabriel laughed, and then immediately winced at the flash pain. “Those bloody tentacles.”

Cecily looked at him sympathetically. “It might take a couple of days before you’re released from the infirmary.”

“Oh no, your bed warmer.” Gabriel said, with a grin.

“Those were the first thoughts that came to my mind, actually.” She said, kissing his cheek. “But I supposed I would have had to—”

“PAPA!” Alex said, sitting up.

Gabriel grinned at him and opened his arm to him, “Alexandros,” he said, “Defender of men.”

Alex laughed and threw himself at his father hugging him tightly.

Gabriel bit his lip in pain, but loved Alexander too much to ask him to hug him softer. Gabriel rested his cheek on the top of his son’s head and saw Cecily looking at both of them, her eyes smiling along with her lips. Gabriel smiled back at her and brushed a stray strand of hair that was getting in her eyes with the hand that wasn’t hugging Alex.

Alex looked up at him, his eyes filled with excitement. “Papa! I saw you fight the demon! You chopped off a lot of tentacles. Almost one hundred! Until you got caught.”

Gabriel laughed and ruffled his hair. “Soon you’ll be defeating demons. But unlike me, you’ll be extra careful not to get caught, right?”

Alex nodded with wide eyes. “I’ll slay all of the demons.”

Cecily laughed, “Yes, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You still have a lot of growing up to do.”

Alex frowned, though Gabriel and Cecily both smiled. However unplanned he may have been, Alex came at the perfect time for Gabriel and Cecily; the thought of Anna and Christopher being all grown up already would have made them a little lonely. For course, they had each other’s company, but Alex brought a semblance of youth back to them. He brought out an energy in them they didn’t know still existed, deep down inside of them.

“Can I sleep here with Papa tonight?” Alex asked Cecily.

Cecily frowned. “Your going to abandon me? I have to sleep by myself?”

Alex looked at her innocently. “You can sleep with Kit.”

Cecily’s jaw dropped, pretending to be hurt by his comment.

“Or Anna.” Alex added.

Gabriel laughed out loud. Cecily shook her head. “Of course you can sleep here.”

She didn’t mention that she’d have to move him once he fell asleep, since the infirmary bed wasn’t exactly large enough for anymore than one person to sleep in comfortably.

Alex smiled widely and Gabriel nudged him with his elbow. “At least try to hide your glee from your poor mother.” He said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss on the back of it. He looked at her as he did it, with a look that made Cecily blush like she was a little girl again.

Gabriel grinned at that, clearly pleased with himself, causing Cecily to stick her tongue out at him.

Sorry for the bad ending, it took me ten minutes of writing and rewriting before I decided to leave it at this.

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