#gabriel lightwood fanfic

[vwritesaus]

The front door to the Fairchild residence in Grosvenor Square opens with a slight creak. Matthew stands on the other side of it and his face immediately brightens at the sight of his friend waiting on the threshold.              ‘Thomas! There you are, old chap.’       Shaking some snow out of his hair, Thomas grins at him. ‘Here I am.’       He enters the house after Matthew waves him in impatiently, muttering something about not standing outside too long or he’ll catch a cold, and how Aunt Sophie will never let him hear the end of it should such a thing occur.       ‘I wasn’t sure if you had received my message,’ Matthew states airily once Thomas is safely inside. He then casts what Thomas likes to refer to as the Look over his shoulder while he closes the door. ‘Or if you were coming.’       Thomas crosses his arms and returns Matthew’s look with one of his own.       ‘Of course I did. Do you doubt Kit’s fire-messages?’ he asks loftily.       ‘Not at all,’ Matthew grouses. He raises a singular eyebrow and adds, ‘But I do know of your ability to lose the occasional invitation in the post.’       It is true, as Thomas does “lose” his invitations to certain social events he deems unnecessary to attend. Never ones that concern his friends, however, or those annoyingly compulsory ones where he needs to show his face for the sake of politeness and being a part of the “community”—such as the famous Musicale hosted by the Townsends. The more he can avoid, the better. Why waste energy on something that will no doubt be terribly boring or fill him up with so much anxiety he feels it rolling in his stomach for several days afterwards?       However, in this instance…     ‘Some invitations are worth ignoring,’ Thomas tells Matthew quietly. ‘Not this one.’       Matthew smiles, but it’s tight.

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ahhh we've made it... to the penultimate chapter... and it's another 10k+ one hahah

tbh i'm so glad i finally got this chapter out. the matthew and cecily scenes were some of the first ones i wrote when i started on this fic a year ago HOW THE FUCK, so to see them now fully done and posted is honestly such a victory TwT

not to mention there's now one more chapter to go!? i can't believe it...

but until then, i hope you're all taking care!! ♡

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[imherongraystairstrash]

Nighttime

Gabrily family fic for all of you!! This was originally an ask, but there were so complications, so I'm posting it separately!

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Though Gabriel was reading, he could see little Christopher out of the corner of his eye as his son tried to climb over his leg. He found that, as a father of two mischievous children, he could already foresee the disaster before it struck. In this case, Kit falling off of the bed. 

Gabriel smirked as he dragged his leg away from the edge, towards the middle of the bed, dragging Christopher along with it.

Christopher looked to where Gabriel’s leg was now and where it was before in confusion. The small boy began crawling towards his father’s leg again, only to be pushed back towards the middle. Christopher looked at the leg and then at his father. Gabriel couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s the matter, Kit?” 

Christopher began crawling back to Gabriel’s leg, but this time, when Gabriel pushed him back, the small boy laughed in delight. He crawled back quickly to Gabriel’s leg and waited for his father to push him again and again. Gabriel smiled as his son giggled at the simple game until his leg began to feel fatigued; he’d gone on a busy patrol last night and his muscles were still still trying to recover. 

So when Christopher sat beside Gabriel’s leg to be pushed again, Gabriel instead used his feet to lift Kit. Cecily, who was knitting something for baby Lucie glanced at Gabriel. 

“Please refrain from dropping our son, Gabriel.”

“I used to do this with Anna all of the time, Cecy,” Gabriel said, though he reached up his hand to grab Christopher. “I’ve had plenty of practice.”

Cecily shook her head, though there was a faint smile on her lips.

Gabriel settled his son on his chest. Cecily, upon hearing the sudden silence, flickered her eyes towards them again and burst out laughing. 

“Why are you both staring at me like that?” She asked.

They were both peering at her with the same wide eyed expression.

“We feel ignored,” Gabriel said. She could see the faint hint of a smile on his lips.

Cecily chuckled. “Are you trying to make me feel guilty for knitting while you two were playing?”

Gabriel nodded which caused Christopher, who was prone to mimicking everything his father did, to nod as well.

“The two of you are unbelievable,” she said, sighing dramatically. 

Christopher laughed at her reaction and Cecily took the opportunity to sweep him into her arms. 

“How could you laugh at your own mother?” She said, tickling him. “How cruel you have become, my little Kitten. I feel betrayed.” 

Kit, who didn’t understand half of the words coming out of her mouth, only giggled back at her. 

“Papa?” 

Gabriel, who had been watching Kit and Cecily, startled, having at least enough self control to not holler. He turned his left to find two deep blue orbs peering up at him. 

Anna, like Cecily, had the tendency to slip into rooms, unnoticed. Gabriel should be used to it by now, after years of knowing Cecily and for the most part, he was. Yet, with Anna being so small, it was especially difficult to notice when she was right beside him. Gabriel had rather begun to suspect that she could disapparate and later materialize wherever she pleased. 

“Anna,” Gabriel said now, rather breathlessly, “You scared me.”

Anna pressed her lips together, already used to this reaction of her father’s. “Papa, could I borrow one of your hats?”

Gabriel shook his head. “Where is the one I let you borrow?”

Anna blinked up at him with wide eyes, her expression catlike. “I may have lost it. But,” she added, before Gabriel could reply, “it wasn’t very stylish, Papa.”

Gabriel blinked at her, before bursting out laughing. It’s true: the hat had been very old and had in fact belonged to his grandfather. Gabriel found it in the attic a short while ago and had thought to gift it to Anna, so that she would stop stealing his current hats. While it used to be endearing to find his hats missing, knowing that Anna was playing with them, it was now becoming quite a major inconvenience, especially when he was in a rush to get to a Clave meeting. 

But, of course, he should have foreseen that Anna had quite an eye for fashion and wouldn’t consider that old hat to be suitable. Come to think of it, that fact that she happened to lose it seemed like too much of a coincidence…

“It’s nice to see that you’re at least asking for permission though, Anna.” Cecily chimed in. “Usually you just steal your father’s hats.”

Anna stood on her tiptoes, placing her chin on her parent’s bed. Her dark hair spilled like ink over the white sheets. “It’s only because I can’t reach them. Someone moved the hat stand and now they’re too far to reach from the staircase.”

“So that’s how she managed to steal them,” Gabriel thought out loud. He looked back down at Anna, who was still blinking at him like pleading eyes. “Isn’t it too late to be playing dress up?”

Anna shook her head. “It can’t be too late, I’m not tired at all.”

Just then, however, Anna stifled a yawn, as if the mere thought of sleep was enough to make her tired.

Gabriel swooped her up in his arms and placed her in between himself and Cecily. “Well, it is quite late. How about I tell you a story in the meantime, to help you fall asleep?”

Anna nodded eagerly and cuddled up next to her father, hugging the blankets to her chest.

“Just as long as you don’t tell them about the battle against a certain demon worm.” Cecily said, tucking Kit under her chin and giving Gabriel a pointed look. “That one tends to get them more excited than sleepy.” 

Gabriel grinned at her, “Alright then. I guess I’ll tell them about the time we ‘caught’ Jack the Ripper.” Gabriel lightly pinched one of Anna’s rosy cheeks with his knuckles. “You are in it, ducks.”

Anna’s eyes lit up, excited at the idea of being a part of one of her parents' many brave endeavors. As Gabriel told the story, Anna felt her eyes begin to droop, though she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face; she fought against sleep, even as her father’s words became muddled and incoherent. One day, Anna thought to herself, just before slipping into a deep sleep, she would be as brave as her parents and fight just as many scary demons. She would make them very proud. 

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[diana-bookfairchild]

@fluffbruary Day 22

How was your year, Tessa? Jem asked in the way of the Silent Brothers, in her head.

Their meetings on the bridge were so brief, barely cooling the aching grief of her mind and heart, and she yearned to draw him to her and never let go, to say my Jem and hear him say Wo ai ni.

She shook the urge off. Thus was the curse of immortality, and she had gotten better at bearing it over the years.

“It was good,” she said. “I worked as a nurse again, which was exhausting. I have all the respect in the world for Catarina. I think I’ll be going to university again this year.”

Which course would you want to study?

“Linguistics,” she said, spinning the bracelet Will had given her for their wedding anniversary around her wrist. “It has a few entertaining jobs lined up afterwards, which spares me from going into the Labyrinth for a while.”

She loved her fellow warlocks, and she loved working and researching in the Spiral Labyrinth – but after the incident seven years ago it was still hard to think about going back there. She had no doubt she would, though: to her it was what hospitals were to Catarina, what luxury was to Magnus, what the Shadow Market was to Hypatia, what Idris was to Ragnor, what his family was to Raphael. A constant, something you find yourself drawn to in the long years of loneliness.

“How was your year?” She asked him, even knowing his response, because thinking about how her life was going sometimes made her incredibly sad.

It was well, he answered, entirely uninformative as usual. He always encouraged her to talk about herself and her life, and always refused to say much about his own.

Tessa spent all year yearning for this period, for the time she got to interact with the love of her life, and then when it came to it, when she was finally looking at him, she wanted to close her eyes and be done with it. She hated what life had done to the two of them, she hated how much they had lost: Will. James. Lucie. Cordelia. Jesse. Matthew. Christopher. Thomas. Alistair. Anna. Cecily. Sophie. Gideon. Charlotte. Gabriel. Henry.

She hated that looking at Jem and talking to him brought up so many sad memories of her past, all the people she loved and her memories of them tinged with grief and sorrow.

Silences were unfilled, but never awkward between them. As many conflicted emotions Tessa held for this, there was always a peace to be had with Jem, even with his eyes peacefully closed, in the  parchment robes of Silent Brothers.

Suddenly there was a loud commotion from the other side of the bridge. A few teenagers were creating a cacophony of noise, yelling at one another. One made gestures which were getting more and more agitated and exuberant by the second. Another stomped their feet and pointed between two of them, screeching about the sheer betrayal they left. It looked like those two were about to come to blows before the third pushed their way between them, hands on hips, and began to scold them, and then they stood there sulkily, occasionally glaring at one another.

Tessa threw her head back and laughed in a way she hadn’t in a while.

Jem was looking at her softly, and her breath caught. He almost looked the way he had, mortal, so many years ago.

It has been a while since I have heard laughter, he confessed.

Tessa found that indescribably sad. No matter how much she went through in life, she had never been devoid of laughter, in herself, in the people she loved, or simply on the streets she passed.

Why did you laugh like that? Jem continued.

“I just remembered something,” Tessa said, and for once, it brought the hot rush of joy rather than melancholy. “It was so silly. It was so long ago. We were such children.”

What was it?

“Cecily and Gabriel,” Tessa chuckled. “And the day Will found them. Also, coincidentally, the day they got engaged.”

I assume it was not quite that coincidental, Jem commented dryly, though she was fairly certain she and Will had told him that story when it had happened, Will nearly incoherent in his apoplectic, appalled rantings.

“No, it wasn’t,” she agreed, and she slipped back to the memories.

Gabriel and Will had been on an overnight mission, and Tessa and Cecily had stayed up until dawn for them, Cecy practically vibrating with impatience that she hadn’t been able to go. They’d watched the sky turned lighter as Bridget sang about murder in the background.

At that point, Cecily had completely lost her temper and gone to demand mission details from Gideon, who had never been good at denying his brother’s girlfriend, and caved instantly.

“Are you coming, Tessa?” She’d asked grimly, adding several daggers – her chosen weapon – to her holsters.

“Of course,” Tessa had replied. “I’m not leaving my sister to go out and get my husband alone.” That had gotten her a smile.

They’d gotten the carriage out, Cyril expressing several worries over them going out alone, and followed the trail left by their partners to a slime covered street.

“Cecaelia demons,” Cecily had said, her eyes blazing with that battle high Tessa saw so much but could never understand. “No wonder they’re late.” The both of them drew their blades and then charged in.

“Cecily!” Will had cried in fury. “What are you doing here?”

“You were late. I’m not sure what else I could’ve come for, Gwilym,” she’d replied, throwing a demon bodily off a stunned Gabriel. “Feel free to give me ideas, though.”

The four of them had made quick work of the demons, Will and Cecily trading barbs, and Will regularly trying to keep Tessa out of the way, which was rather useless.

“Why are you here, Tess?” Will had asked at the end, tiredly but tenderly, taking her hand.

Tessa had cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Cecily put it quite well. You were late. I hope you didn’t expect me to sit around and wait.”

Will had laughed. “Of course not, my Boadicea,” he’d kissed her hand. “What did you think of my performance?”

“You were rather dashing in the battle,” Tessa had allowed loftily. “But you wouldn’t have succeeded without me.”

“I would be incapable in every way without you,” Will had agreed mock solemnly.

“I don’t know,” she’d replied amusedly, “Cecy seems to keep you in line.”

At that, his face turned thunderous. “Cecily!” He barked. Cecily was nearly eighteen then, the same age they had been when they had met, but Will would forever remain overprotective – smothering, Cecily complained – over her. “By the Angel, I nearly forgot. Where is she?”

They’d found her in Gabriel’s arms, the two of them kissing like the world was ending. Tessa had smiled – you could say many things about Gabriel, but never that he didn’t adore Cecily. And she certainly remembered her own ‘we’ve survived, yay! Also you look hot fighting’ sex.

Will … did not see it that way. He had gone absolutely ballistic. He’d torn Gabriel away and thrown him to the ground.

Tessa had tried to calm him down, but to no avail.

Cecily and Will had gotten into a screaming match. Will raged and said she should have better decorum. Cecily swore at him in Welsh and called him a bloody hypocrite. Gabriel and Tessa exchanged a half-amused half-hapless look.

“How many times have I walked in on you and Tessa?” Cecily demanded.

“Tessa and I are married,” Will had snapped back. “That doesn’t matter.”

“Really, Will, you know we didn’t wait for marriage,” Tessa said exasperatedly. Gabriel winced at that. Will shrugged, knowing it was true and not wanting to argue with her, but his face was set.

“So, what you mean is if Gabriel and I were married, you would have been fine walking in on what you did?” Cecily had said, eyes gleaming with the Herondale promise of mischief and Tessa felt dread rise up in her. Gabriel made a choked noise.

Will laughed, clearly not considering that a serious question. “Sure, why not.”

“Very well then,” Cecily had tossed her hair back arrogantly and gone and knelt in front of Gabriel. Both Gabriel and Will’s jaws had dropped. Tessa had been unable to prevent an excited half-cheer half-laugh. “Gabriel Lightwood,” she continued, and the challenge in her eyes faded to something softer, something that made Tessa feel like a voyeur. “. I have never loved anyone before you, and I sincerely doubt I will after. Ever since I met you, you have kept pace with me, supported me, and challenged me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you continuing to do those things. Will you do me the honour of being my husband?”

“Cecy. . .” Gabriel had sounded absolutely flabbergasted. And so, so in love.

Cecily had smiled at him, a moment so solemn and sweet not even Will had interrupted. “Do you have an answer for me?”

Gabriel had dropped to his knees as well. “For you,” he’d said. “The answer will always, always be yes.” They’d kissed, chastely but still somehow fiercely before parting, Gabriel having a hand on his fiancee’s cheek. “I am happy to spend the rest of my life with you,” he had continued softly. “And I am honoured you chose me.”

Cecily had grinned in a private, tender amusement. “I’m certain you would have been insulted if I had picked anyone else.”

Gabriel had snorted, taking her hand, slipping his family ring off his finger and onto hers, and pressing a light kiss to the back of it. “Rest assured; I absolutely would have been.”

“Congratulations!” Tessa had beamed, seeing that the moment had been teetering towards an end. Both of the lovebirds had startled slightly, before turning matching smiles to her. She moved rapidly to hug Cecily, and turned to Gabriel with his fiancée still in her arms. “Welcome to the family, Gabriel.”

Gabriel had smiled, obviously touched. “Thank you, Tessa.”

“The family?” Will had called, sounding revolted. But his expression hadn’t matched his tone, he’d been looking between the newly engaged couple, a furrow in his eyebrows. “Cecily, cariad, you’re seventeen.”

“Tessa was seventeen when she was engaged to Jem, and no one objected to that,” she’d pointed out in return, ignoring the slight noise Gabriel, who had never understood how they still considered Jem family, made. Cecily had, though. Cecily still called Brother Zachariah Jem, even though Tessa knew he slightly unnerved her. “We shall perhaps have a long engagement, but that does not matter right now.”

Will had sighed ruefully, considering this, hands in his pockets. Tessa had made her way back to him, and he’d almost unthinkingly come to her side. “I suppose there’s little left to be said then,” he’d commented. “Keep good on those promises you made, Gabriel, and we’ll be okay.”

Gabriel’s eyes had been wide at the approval. Cecily looked happy and irritated at the same time, saying “You have no right to comment on my relationships, Will!” while he’d stared at Will, the two men nodding sharply simultaneously moments after.

“Welcome to the family, I suppose, Lightworm,” Will had continued resignedly. “I probably won’t call you that anymore or prank you. Much.”

And with Will and Cecily still arguing, with Gabriel still looking delightedly dazed, they had made their way back to the Institute.

That is quite the story, Jem said, and he sounded wistful in her head. Tessa wasn’t sure if it was her own bias or if he actually did sound that. And it was very Cecily of her to propose.

“It’s fairly common now,” Tessa agreed. “But back then it was nearly unheard of. Cecy did love breaking stereotypes,” she said softly, and for once, the memory of someone she loved brought her joy rather than pain.

Tessa was immortal. Nearly everyone she loved was dead, and those still alive could die someday. She would outlive Jem, and it wasn’t a guarantee that she wouldn’t outlive her immortal friends.

But that wasn’t the point, she realized with a startling clarity. The point was to make memories like that which would make her smile years in the future. The point was that you lived, and did everything you could to live well. The point was the choices you made and the people you loved. The point was having those people, even for a short while. She thought of Gideon and Sophie, and of Gabriel and Cecily, who had lost their Barbara and Christopher so early into their lives and had still not regretted a second of it.

Tessa swallowed the lump in her throat, and looked at Jem: no longer a melancholy piece of the past, but the hope and happiness of her life there that she carried into the future.

“I think I’m going back to the Spiral Labyrinth,” she decided on a whim. “I’ve missed it a lot.” And she had, she realized.

You will? Jem asked, sounding surprised.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “What about you? Any New Year’s resolutions?”

I’m not sure, he admitted.

“That’s alright,” Tessa said, smiling. “We’ve got time.”

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[zoyalannister]

Hi, mate! since that trailer's come out, I'm all in a Bridgerton rush meself! Now, which couples from The Shadowhunter Chronicles do you reckon match up with them Bridgerton tropes?

Hi, mate!

I just watched the trailer, and keeping in mind that I've only read the first Bridgerton book I will go only with what I saw in the show.

1. Simon/Daphne = Anna/Ari (but without all the SA part)

It may look crazy, but I think a plot like this could work: Ari is the diamond of the season, she is a virgin with no experience while Anna is known for her sexual adventure. One day for ✨️reasons✨️ both Anna and Ari find themselves alone in a closed space and someone discovers them, at this point Bridgestock is furious with Gabrily and expects Anna to marry his daughter to not ruin Ari's reputation (I know, in a realistic setting this wouldn’t be allowed and they would both be arrested, but in a world where non-white people are English nobles in the early 1800 we can also accept that same-sex marriage was allowed).

Then Anna and Ari would live their married life starting to know each other, falling in love, having sex and the drama would be caused not by SA, but by Ari questioning Anna's loyalty because maybe Hypaxia could imply that she and Anna still have sex (which will turn out to be a lie).

In the end they will clarify, have sex and after a few years they would adopt children.

2. Kate/Anthony = Gabriel/Cecily

I don't need to elaborate further.

3. Colin/Penelope = Christopher/Grace

A friends to lovers "I will help you find the right person oh wait I am the right person" is one of my favourite tropes ever. Grace could be the one not finding a suitor, and her dear friend Christopher could propose to help her find a good husband that isn’t an old man just interested in possessing a young beautiful woman, and Grace offers up to help him find a woman who loves him and doesn’t consider him a weirdo for his interest in science. In the process of finding these people, Grace and Kit will realize they’re the perfect fit for each other.

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[astriefer]

Dinner Night With the Herondales

Pairing: Gabriel Lightwood & Cecily Herondale

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory. Plus baby Anna is a little thunderstorm and her family loves her a lot.

Length: +2k

CW: none

It's a fic for my dearest friend and one of the coolest people I know. happy late birthday!! <3

The lightwood Townhouse, London 1886

Two-year-old Anna Lightwood marches from the nursery, eyes twinkling. She walks across the lounge as her father follows her, trying half-heartedly to retrieve his stolen hat. "Mam!"

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Gabriel puts no real effort into it, more concerned Anna doesn't crush into a wall. He seems amused if anything, and by the mischievous smile plastered to Cecily's little girl's face, it's clear she's quite enjoying herself too.

She only stops pacing around the room when she's in front of her, Gabriel on her heels. Bright, eager blue eyes look at her, a replica of her own.

"Ma," Anna says, in that childish, high-pitched voice of hers. Cecily smiles and crouches down so Anna doesn't have to tilt her head so high. Cecily wouldn't be able to do it soon.

The hat was far too wide on her small head, falling forward and covering her eyes. The dark-haired woman fixed it for her daughter. "What a lovely hat you have there, cariad bach."

Anna touches it, pleased with the compliment, and giggles. Her chubby hands grasp the brims of Gabriel's hat – with effort, as it was huge on her – and tilting it as if she's in a show, bowing to her crowd. It only results in the hat falling on her face again. Cecily's heart fills with warmth as she laughs. So confident her daughter is, making mischief and standing for what she wants. Even if it was her husband's hat.

Cecily finds it hard to believe one can possibly love so hard. But she looks at her husband, his green eyes meeting hers. There's this undeniable emotion in his eyes as he looks at her and their daughter, pride and adoration and happiness she feels just as much.

While she gets back on her feet, Gabriel swoops Anna into his arms. The toddler squeals and squirms, her dark hair is revealed when he lifts the hat from her face and puts it neatly on his head. Anna, in an instant, retreats to kicking her arms and legs in protest. The maid enters the lounge just a moment after, quick to bring Anna a hat fitting her size. It matches her dress, a blue shade or two lighter than Cecily's own outing dress.

Gabriel thanks the maid while Anna, still not satisfied, attempts to steal his hat once again. The pout on her face makes it hard to do anything but laugh. "You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?" He says, arching an amused eyebrow at his oldest daughter. Anna, ever unapologetic and confident, puts her hands on her waist and makes a sound of pure dissatisfaction.

"You two, stop it," Cecily sighs. Inside, however, she finds it very entertaining. Being done herself, she takes Anna from Gabriel so he can finish the last touches on his appearance.

"Well," he says with a broad grin, finished fastening his cuffs. He gestures broadly to the door as he links his and his wife's arms together. The graze is gentle and warm. "Off to Wales, we go."

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"I can't believe it," Gabriel grumbles. It's the fifth time he says this sentence accompanied by a grumpy face he wears ever since they entered the carriage.

"Oh, hush," Cecily says. "There are worse things than that."

"It’s the third time this week!" Gabriel proclaims, visibly annoyed. "And it is only Wednesday." The blue-eyed woman presses her lips at his words, adjusting the toddler on her lap as he continues. "I have never," Gabriel huffed, "ever imagined I'd be subscribed to the `steal-your-in-law's carriage` membership."

Much to their surprise, when they left their townhouse earlier they found the carriage raider – without the carriage and with a note. Soon Gabriel came to the realization his dear in-law, Will, had 'borrowed' his carriage to a visitor of the Institute that wished to go to town but had no carriage available. Had Gabriel's brother lived far from them, they would have gotten stuck.

"I don't believe you had much of an option," Cecily responds, biting down a snort. She seems hardly as irked by her brother's antics. It only agitates him more. "Not that you were asked, for the matter."

The carriage comes to a halt in front of the London Institute. After climbing the stone stairs leading to the door, the three Lightwoods are ushered inside by a maid. She offers to take Gabriel's hat. He refuses, instead letting Ana toy with it like she so loves to do.

The maid bows and quietly rushes to call her masters. No longer than a few minutes later, Tessa Herondale steps into the room.

"Cecily, Gabriel," she welcomes them warmly with open arms, a smile tugged on her lips. They rise from their seats to embrace her. Cecily presses a kiss to her cheek as well, and Tessa kisses Anna's forehead. "It's been some time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed," Cecily agrees, putting her hand on her sister-in-law's forearm. They met in enclave meetings and when they had to visit the institute from time to time, of course, but nothing other than work for the past month. "We've been so caught up with tending to Anna, we barely had time for anything else."

Tessa smiles kindly at them. "The joys of parenthood, I suppose."

Gabriel glances at Tessa's hand, resting on her swollen belly, pregnant with her and Will's first child. "Is it truly safe for you to travel through portals?" he asks. "Do pregnant women suffer any kind of side effects from it?"

Tessa waves her hand dismissively, clearly unbothered by his concern. "Frequent travels through portals are not recommended, but there's no real harm. Besides," she adds as if in an afterthought, "Charlotte is the consul and she visits Idris and London regularly. I doubt she – or Henry, frankly – would have put the fetus in danger if that was the case."

"Oh," Gabriel seems and sounds relieved. The tension set in his shoulders loosens by a fraction. "Right, of course."

Tessa eyes him suspiciously. Before she can query him about that, he changes the subject. "If we're yet at the topic of children," Gabriel grimaces. "You should know that dear husband of yours is one, too. And a thief."

Tessa raises her eyebrows in question, so the green-eyed man elaborates. "He stole our carriage."

"Again?"

"Exactly what I was saying," Gabriel nods. He looks at Cecily who just rolls her eyes. He sighs, and Tessa sighs, and if Church – who is asleep on the lounge's window - could sigh, he would have done that too.

Tessa shakes her head, but shrugs. "William," she says if it solves all Gabriel's problems. "I'll have a word with him."

"I hope your baby won't grow up to be a thief like their father," Gabriel murmurs. "I hold high hopes for it, considering it shares at least half your genes." He'll love the child nonetheless even if they would be an immaculate copy of Will, and all three of them know that. Still, he wishes his nephew would be a bit less impish. Wistful thinking, he knows.

Tessa pushes back brown curls behind her ear. "No matter, now. Shall we go to the portal?"

They agree, so Gabriel picks up little Anna, still fiddling with his hat, and together they go towards the portal of the London institute.

*

Heronadle estate, North Wales

"Oh my," Linette Herondale says when they appeared on her estate's doorstep. "My beautiful granddaughter, how much you've grown!"

"Hello to you too, Mother," Will jokes, then lets himself be swept into a tight hug. "We’ve come for the food."

"I'm sure you did, cariad, " Will and Cecily's mother says in a lighthearted tone as Edmund opens his arms to welcome his family as well. 

Cecily hugs them and watches as her parents hug her husband and daughter just as firmly. After they all get inside, they sit around the broad dinner table. Scents of Cecily's childhood food flare her nostrils. It's been too long since she had a meal of her homeland - the maids serve them cawl, and bara brith, and she feels so nostalgic she almost burst into tears. She concentrates on eating, meanwhile keeping a watch Anna doesn't devour anything she shouldn't. Gabriel, on his part, concentrates on bantering with Will and discussing the latest events of the London Enclave. He asks for a napkin and Will throws it at him.

"Anna, aren’t your father and uncle ridiculous?" Cecily smiles softly at her daughter. She points her finger up, then continues, "Please, never learn from them."

Anna burst out laughing. Gabriel shakes his head at the accusation. It's hardly his fault he has Will as his brother-in-law.

"Why are you so cruel, younger sister, despite we share the same blood?" Will chuckles, just as Gabriel says, "Well, you still married me."

"Not much I can do about the first thing, " Cecily drawls. The people around the table laugh, while Gabriel seems pleased with himself and Anna babbles happily for no reason.

At one point, once they finish dinner and drank some wine - except for Tessa, who's pregnant, and Cecily who said she doesn't feel like it - they settle in front of the fireplace. Cecily and Gabriel sit on the loveseat in front of Cecily's parents, Tessa in the armchair while her husband plays with Anna on the rug.

They brought various toys Anna enjoys with them to dinner, but she is entirely fascinated by a new game her grandparents brought her. It was a colored wooden train carriage, big enough to not be a hazard to Anna's safety.

"Ai'n," she says to Will, pointing at the train. He grins, nodding. The toddler then yawns, so Gabriel gets up to pull her into his arms. It was soon her bedtime, and his parents-in-law made sure to have a bassinet in cases like this. Before he turns to go, Anna protests. Pushing her palms on his chest to get his attention, she looks her father in the eye. "Ta'ain," she demands.

"The young lady got some attitude," Edmund points out, amused.

"Like mother, like daughter," Will muses as Anna says gibberish to Gabriel, to which he nods. She looks very grave and demanding, probably in an attempt to tell him what she wants.

Cecily's about to remark back to her older brother when Gabriel lands his eyes on Cecily, and there's only admiration in them. "I agree. And aren't they perfect?"

He flushes at the realization of his saying, catching the train toy before quickly disappearing out of the room. When he finally returns, Anna is not with him and his cheeks are just slightly less red.

"Rydw i'n dy garu di," Cecily whispers to him when he takes his seat next to her. Gabriel turns away, mostly so they wouldn't see how he fails to repress a wide grin.

"So, Tessa, how much longer it is until you're due?" Linette asks, sipping from her tea. Her legs are crossed and her other hand rests on Edmund's.

They were always affectionate like that, and Cecily has always viewed them as the perfect couple. She grew out of this, learning no marriage is perfect, but she still sees the way they look at each other with love, even after all those years.

"A few weeks," Tessa replies, leaning back against the armchair. Her voice softens, and Gabriel can't describe the emotion written on her face. "I cannot wrap it around my mind. It's something I feel I still ought to get used to."

"We weren't sure we could ever have this," Will comments. He reaches to caress the back of his fingers against Tessa's belly, no longer a bump like it was a few months ago. "It's still difficult to comprehend, you know? That we're creating life."

Cecily and Gabriel look at each other and smile quietly. They watch the other couple have this moment together. They discussed their lives and their loved ones before Linette lifts herself up from the coach.

"Cecily, annwyl," she says, "can you help me with something in the kitchen?"

Cecily obliges and follows her mother until they reach the small space of the kitchen. When they're inside and there's no one to hear, the older woman starts, 'Is there anything going on?"

Cecily frowns. "What do you mean?"

"You might be a grown woman now, and a mother," Linette crosses her arms, "but you're my daughter, and the fact remains intact. There's something you want to tell us, I've noticed it all evening. What is it?"

Cecily levels her eyes with her mother, the same dark blue both her and her brother share. "Nothing bad, I promise," she brushes dust off her blue skirt and straightens up. "Just wait."

She walks back to the parlor, her mother next to her. Gabriel gazes at her as she sits down next to him with a quizzical look. "I think it's time," she concedes, taking Gabriel's hand in hers.

"Time for what?" Tessa quirks an eyebrow at her, and Cecily takes a breath before nodding toward Gabriel.

"We didn't come just the three of us. Cecily, myself, and Anna, that is."

"Oh?" Edmund looks puzzled. "Who else? I've seen no other come through the portal?"

"Well…" Gabriel and Cecily both turn their gaze down.

To Cecily's flat stomach.

"Don't tell me…" Tessa's voice trails off. Cecily's gleaming eyes are her answer.

"Heavens!" Linette puts her hands over her mouth. "Are you pregnant?"

Cecily nods, letting Gabriel rest a protective hand on her stomach. She doesn't need it, and he knows she can handle it on her own just fine, but he also wants to be close to the baby, to her.

It follows a few reactions from all four of the other people in the toom:

"Pregnant!"

"How long have you known?"

"Oh, angels, another Herondale."

"I'm going to have another grandchild?"

They let themselves be surrounded by the love and questions of their family, smiling the whole time.

*

When they returned home with sleeping Anna, Cecily throws her hands around Gabriel. He wraps his hands around her immediately, holding her close. She says the same thing she has said earlier, and on their wedding night, and when he's done something stupid, and when their Anna was born. "Rydw i'n dy garu di."

*

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[dancing-under-the-moon]

You Can Let Them Go:

A/N: This fan fic is based on the song matilda by harry styles. I think this song perfectly fits Gabriel and his journey as he learns to move on from his broken family with the help of his brother and friends. Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

Gabriel cried out in frustration as he crumpled up another piece of paper. He had been in the study all day trying to write a letter to his sister Tatiana. He wanted to invite his sister to his wedding to Cecily Herondale, which was to take place next month. He wanted to send a personal and heartfelt letter inviting her to the wedding instead of just some impersonal invitation. The only issue was Tatiana seemed determined to rip Gabriel and their brother Gideon from her permanently, so it seemed impossible to write any letter to his sister that might be strong enough to convince her to come. Still he replaced the crumpled piece of paper with a new one and tried again.

Dearest Sister,

I would like to formally invite you to my wedding to Cecily Herondale. I know we haven’t spoken in what feels like ages, but I would greatly appreciate it if you would attend our wedding. I would very much like to make amends of our past and perhaps rebuild the relationship we once had. I would also like to extend the invitation to young Jesse as well. I’m sure he has grown a lot since I saw him last at Will’s wedding, and I would be ecstatic to see my nephew again. You could even meet the newest addition to the Lightwood family, Gideon’s daughter Barbara. She is nearly one year old and yet when I look at her I am reminded of mother everytime I look at her. Tati our family is not complete without you in our lives and I would greatly like to have my sister back in my life again. Please consider attending. I will leave a seat open for you and Jesse at the wedding. Seats I hope will be filled by the two of you. I love you, Tati.

Sincerely, Your Brother, Gabriel

Gabriel crumpled the piece of paper once more, letting his head fall onto the desk as he gave up. No matter what he said, it would never be good enough for Tatiana. He knew she blamed him for the death of their father and her husband, Rupert Blackthorn.

Gabriel didn’t even bother to look up as he heard the door creak open. He had no clue who might be at the door, but at that moment he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was to hide from the world.

“What’s wrong brother?” He heard a voice ask him. Gideon, he thought as he closed his eyes, sighing audibly. Gabriel didn’t want to explain his horrendous failure to his brother. Especially not when this was meant to be the happiest months of his life. After all, he was getting married to the woman of his dreams in mere weeks.

Gabriel could feel Gideon drawing nearer. He then heard the sound of rustling paper and looked up as Gideon opened the latest of Gabriel’s failed letters.

“‘Dearest Sister, I would like to formally invite you to my wedding to Cecily Herondale. I know we haven’t spoken in-’” Gideon cut off abruptly from the letter. “Oh Gabriel.” he said, now understanding the pain in Gabriel’s expression.

“I just wanted her to come, but nothing I write seems to be good enough.” Gabriel said, his voice shaky as he let the tears fall from his face.

“This letter is not the issue, brother,” he started. “Unfortunately our reality is just that father raised us all to be loyal to a fault. A loyalty that Tatiana has twisted to fit her own narrative. We may never change her mind.”

“I want our sister back, Gideon.”

“I do too. That is why I shall never stop reaching out to her, even if she never responds. And you shouldn’t either. One day she may realize we have always been here for her. Perhaps one day she may seek our help just as you sought out my help once.”

“You mean the day I killed father?”

“You didn’t kill father Gabriel.” Gideon knelt to meet Gabriel at eye-level. “The only thing that killed him was his own selfish and ambitious nature.”

Gabriel reached out as his brother wrapped him up in a tight embrace. Gabriel stayed there for a long time, just crying in Gideon’s arms as he reassured him that everything would be alright.

Eventually Gabriel sent a letter to Tatiana, inviting her to the wedding, and to his surprise, she responded. She requested to meet him at Hyde Park a week before his wedding. So now here Gabriel sat in the middle of Hyde Park, trying as hard as he could to calm the anxiety he felt building up inside him.

His breath caught as he saw her. She was still wearing the same pink dress she had worn the day of their father’s death. She was holding a sleeping boy on her hip, Jesse.

“Hello Tati,” Gabriel smiled.

“Hello Gabriel.” Tatiana said bitterly, her mouth formed in a straight line. The smile quickly faded from Gabriel’s face as he saw the disdain on his sister’s face. “So am I to understand that you are marrying William’s younger sister and you wish for me to come?”

“Yes. I would love nothing more than for you to be there.”

“Well, I regret to inform you that I have no interest in going to the wedding of a traitor of my family, seeing as you are responsible for the death of everyone I have ever held dear to me.”

“Tatiana, please, I didn’t kill Rupert, or father for that matter,” Gabriel pleaded. “Please come to my wedding. Meet Cecily and Sophie, Gideon’s wife. Meet Barbara. Let me and Gideon have the chance to meet our nephew. Let us make amends with you.”

“Well perhaps I will consider going but let me make it clear, I have no intention of making amends with you or your brother. I despise you Gabriel, so never for a second believe that I will do anything for the benefit of you or your family or your friends. You are all dead to me.” And with that Tatiana stormed away, leaving Gabriel alone.

Gabriel now sat in the drawing room with an expression one could only describe as pure anguish. He had failed, his sister hated him. He thought perhaps that the conversation would have gone well and he could have a future with his sister in it, but now he realized Gideon was the only one from his family he had left.

“I didn’t know you were home!” He heard an excited Cecily say. He didn’t even realize she had come in, but as soon as he heard her he turned to her. He saw as her face turned from one of joy to one of deep concern as she gasped, “Oh Gabriel, what’s wrong?”

Gabriel began to cry and Cecily immediately ran to him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him in a tight embrace until he was able to calm down. She drew circles on his back with her fingertips and whispered various I love you’s and You’re okay’s in his ear.

As soon as he had stopped crying, she pulled back, looking into his still bright green eyes and she smiled sweetly before pulling his face to hers and gently kissing him. He immediately melted into the kiss. He let his fingers bury themselves into her dark locks of hair. Her small hands on his cheeks, her thumb idly brushing against his cheekbone.

It was in that moment, for the first time that day, that Gabriel felt loved. Gabriel finally felt as though he belonged to someone. It was then that he realized he wouldn’t be alone because he had Cecily. Cecily was his family. In just one week they would be married and she would be a Lightwood and his life would feel complete because he had Cecily and his brother to help him.

Gabriel pulled away from the kiss first. He had a small smile on his face as he whispered, “I love you more than anything in this world Cecily Herondale.”

“I love you too cariad.”

Later that night, Gabriel sat in his room reading the mundane papers. He heard a knock from the door and shouted, “Come in!”

Gideon appeared through the doorway. “I heard things didn’t go the best with Tatiana this morning. Are you alright?”

“I’m getting there. I guess I’m just starting to realize how different my definition of family has become these days. We lost our mother, father and now Tatiana. I used to believe that that’s what family was. Flesh and blood. And I suppose I am still having trouble seeing it as anything different.”

“It is a hard lesson to learn Gabriel. To let go of the things we were once taught to be true. But you must. Family is not blood, it’s love, which is a thing that our family hasn’t shown in a long time. Father and Tatiana never showed us love. Especially not you. You were raised on the values of loyalty to those you’re related to, but you never were taught the true meaning of family. Brother, you are loyal to a fault. It’s one of your best traits. But father was not loyal and neither was Tatiana. We must find a way to grow past the faults of our family and start anew.”

“I don’t think I know how to let go, Gideon.” Gabriel’s head fell.

“It’s not easy by any means. But you mustn’t be sorry for growing up. You don’t have to stay the young boy you once were. You have grown so much and as you continue to grow I don't think time will change how you feel about father or Tatiana. They can’t hurt you anymore so long as you can learn to let go of the past that holds you captive. You have talked of you’re trauma’s for so long as if they are alright, but you don’t have to accept it. I know that a piece of you died with our family, so rather than dwell in the pain of what might have been, start a new family. One that will always show you love and loyalty. That is something you never should feel sorry about.” Gideon smiled at his brother, and Gabriel smiled back. He finally realized he never lost his family, he simply gained a new one.

“You’re right brother. You are my family, and I will always love you. But now I have so much more. Sophie is your wife and therefore my family. A woman who has shown me so much kindness and love despite knowing my past. Tessa is my family. She has shown me mercy when I have not deserved it. Charlotte and Henry are my family. They are the people who took me in when I had nowhere else to go. Cecily is my family. She is the woman I love and will soon marry. She has loved all of my flaws and has always encouraged me to grow. Hell, even Will is my family. He hated me and somehow we have found a way to work past our differences.” Gabriel laughed. He was truly happy with the family he had let into his life and couldn’t wait to marry Cecily and build a family with her in it.

Once Gideon left the room Gabriel finally allowed himself to dream of the family he would build with Cecily one day. A family built on love and loyalty, not fear. He imagined what their kids might look like. He hoped his kids would come to him when they needed him. That they would feel loved by him and that they would build a relationship off of mutual respect and love. And in that moment, Gabriel learned to let go of his past.

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[livia-dovehallow]

I finally posted it! The Good Part, sequel to Handmade Heaven!

You can read the Prologue and Chapter One now on AO3!

This is the story of Cecily's pregnancy with Christopher, two years after the events of Handmade Heaven. Lots has happened in those two years! The family has expanded to include Thomas, Matthew, and James alongside our previous kiddos, Barbara, Eugenia, and Anna. But, as it turns out, Cecily isn't the only one expecting...

Read, comment, drop a kudos, and let me know what you think!

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[tetsunabouquet]

Crossover Headcanon: Pairings

A/N: Because the fandoms I write for are in the teenage media space, I thought of which would be pairings ideal for crossovers, from romantic to friendship. These are the characters from the fandoms I write for that I could see work well together as the cast for a crossover AU.

-Joco from Shaman King and Izuki from Kuroko's Basketball would be the best of friends. In an alternate universe, these two are aspiring comedians trying to come up with an act that could change the world together. I can also see Izuki's family taking Joco in and giving him a place to stay once they learnt their son befriended a homeless orphan as well as that Izuki's family would be a great home for Joco. These two together have a tendency to cause Hyuga to develop a headache. Especially when Kiyoshi decides to join in on the fun. -Vert from Hyperdimension Neptunia wants to adopt KNB's Momoi. Because of their similar personalities and chests, Vert's obsession with wanting a little sister kicks in whenever she sees Momoi and she wants to be her big sister. -Senri from Vampire Knight actually gets along with Shu Sakamaki from Diabolik Lovers. Shu is Senri's casual go-to friend for peaceful sleepovers. Takuma may join if he's in a calm reading mood. -A part of my soul is convinced Celine Montclaire from the Shadowhunter Chronicles would have been a perfect fit for Lyserg Diethel. A rich, British, handsome nice man with a dark side? That's a description that befits both Stephen and Lyserg. Whereas Celine's fragile air that makes everyone adore her reminds me of Jeanne. It just works! -Makoto Tachibana and Kiyoshi Teppei are distant cousins. If there's an AU where both Free! and KNB exist in the same universe, there is no way in hell these two aren't related. -Kagami from Miraculous Ladybug is member of one of the book clubs Hyperdimension Neptunia's Blanc frequently attends. The two often exchange light novel reccomendations. -Plutia from Hyperdimension Neptunia is related to Cordelia Sakamaki. Kanato is the only one of her distant cousins that she somewhat likes. -KNB's Kise is the grandchild of Jace Herondale from the Shadowhunter Chronicles. Remember how Jace had a one night stand before dating Clary? Kise's mom was born out of that one night stand. Supremely handsome, golden eyes and Kise is a prodigy at pretty much every sport because of his copying ability? I swear, Kise is ripe for a fanfic where he discovers he and his sisters are the new lost Herondales. -Zoe from MLB's father actually bought a painting by Jocelyn Fairchild from the Shadowhunter Chronicles once. -Speaking of MLB X TSC crossovers, never put Plagg and Magnus in the same room unless you want another catastrophy worthy of the extinction of the dinosaurs to happen. -Shaman King's Ryu got rejected by TSC's Isabelle Lightwood in the past. -Gabriel Agreste from MLB actually was the tailor who made the lolita dresses for Iron Maiden Jeanne (Shaman King). Marco wanted nothing but the best of France for his French adoptee. -Catarina Loss from TSC was amongst the nurses who took care of KNB's Kiyoshi Teppei when he was in America for his surgery. -KNB's Murasakibara is one of the few people who buy Horohoro's candy (Shaman King). As a matter of fact, the only reason Horohoro's still producing the flop-candy is because Murasakibara buys big enough batches to store at Yosen for the production to continue. -Speaking of KNB and SK, I actually think Momoi and Tamao are cousins but they never met due to Tamao being orphaned at such a young age. -Because of Hyperdimension Neptunia's Vert big chest but also the way she is supposed to be a blonde American beauty and KNB's Aomine has a thing for Marilyn Monroe, he'd develop a crush on Vert if they'd ever meet. The fact she's a goddess and could whoop his ass doesn't intimidates him at all. -Free!'s Rin Matsuoka and KNB's Kagami actually were forced to sit across one another at the Maji Burger once when it was busy and there was no other seat for Kagami available but the empty one across Rin's. The two actually shared a chat and once they actually learnt they had a few things in common such as being an athlete and having studied abroad in an English speaking country, they decided to exchange emails to hang out some time.

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[thomaslightwood]

I loved your gabrily fic can I ask for number two for then plesase?

2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss + Gabrily

Thanks! And I can't write Gabrily in their time period without a reread, sorry.

From 50 types of kisses prompt list (request closed)

“Why you have to make everything completed?” Cecily rolled his eyes.

Gabriel puffed up while searching the pack Gideon has given him. “Babies are complicated.”

The little baby Barbara was calmly watching them with dark eyes, playing with the blanket in her lap.

“What is so complicated about them?” Cecily said. She made a face at the baby and she giggled. “They are just small humans you have to feed and change the diapers time to time.”

“You have to do it multiple times a day,” Gabriel said. He had found what he was looking for - the special toy with which Barbara was going to sleep every time.

“Chill,” Cecily said, sitting on a chair as she watched Gabriel bustling around their niece. “One day it will be our full time job, you need to calm down.”

He froze and looked at her with such terrified face like Cecily told him Barbara is an alien. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Oh sweet Raziel,” Cecily sighed. “We take the baby for a few days and you're already a sleep-dehydrated mess.”

She got up from her chair and took the baby's toy from Gabriel's hands.

“Go to bed. Now,” she paused. “Okay, this sounded less sexual in my head.”

“But-”

“No! You need a rest. Go to our bedroom. I'll take care of Barbara.”

Gabriel ran a hand through his face and hair. He looked pale and had a dark circles under his eyes. He really needed a rest. “Okay. Okay. I'm going.”

He left the room, glancing one last time at the baby.

“Here you go, little lady,” Cecily murmured, wrapping her in the blanket. Barbara grabbed the toy and happily hugged it.

“I hope your daddy Gideon isn't like your uncle Gabriel,” she said. “Or Raziel help mummy Sophie.”

Cecily continued to quietly talking to her, gently stoking her head. She was definitely getting attached to this little human.

After ten minuets Cecily left the room, carefully closing the door. Gabriel was in the bedroom, obviously just out of the shower. His hair was a little wet.

He turned to her with questioning look.

“She is sleeping soundly,” Cecily reassured him. “The madam is a very good baby.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed. “Okay.”

She turned to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe.

“Hey,” Gabriel gently took her hands in his. “Thank you for this. I'm kind of freaked out my brother has a child.”

“No joke,” Cecily said but with a smile. She placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed his nose, a small, fleeting kiss that made Gabriel close his eyes. Then she crushed her lips into his. She wrapped her hands around his neck and buried his fingers into his hair.

“What would I do without you?” he murmured, his forehead against hers.

Cecily gave him one last, quick kiss on the cheek and pulled away.

“I'll take shower now,” she said, grabbing a towel. “When I come back, you better be asleep.”

With a smile Gabriel turned away and sat on the bed. He leaned back and sighed happily, closing his eyes.

When Cecily came out of the bathroom, he was soundly sleeping.

#gabrily #cecily herondale #cecily lightwood #gabriel lightwood #tid #tid fanfic #tsc #tsc fanfiction #the infernal devices #the shadowhunter chronicles #idrisnnetdaily #tscauthorsnet #tsccreatenet #userrsun #user.ri #useraashi #sav's writing #nice people #ask #asks #anon #anonymous #50 types of kisses prompts

[seeker-of-stories19]

Would anyone want to read a modern Heronstairs hospital/reincarnation AU? It would feature a few characters from Infernal Devices, and the focus would be on the effect the broken parabatai bond would have on Will and Jem in another lifetime. (Spoiler alert: they’re in the hospital so it clearly isn’t good) Lots of angst and hurt/comfort but with a happy ending.

I don’t know if that made any sense but if anyone is interested Iike or reblog this post so I’ll know. I just don’t want to put in the time to write it if I no one is interested. Also, if anyone has questions (because I really don’t think this explanation makes sense) just comment them or message me and I’ll answer.

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[luciehercndale]

Would you consider one of Gabrily and Alexander? Maybe when they found out they were expecting

Hi anon! I hope you like this fic. I also put a little bit of Anna in here 🌼😉 

Couple: Gabrily, Gabriel Lightwood and Cecily Herondale Rating: T

Cecily put the duvet aside to leave her bed, careful not to wake her sleeping husband. It was early, too early in the morning, but she couldn’t lie down anymore. Her forehead had been pulsing ever since the evening before, and hadn’t let her sleep. It was like an orchestra had been playing in there for hours on end, but off key. She decided to drink hot tea and make a hot bandage to put on her forehead once again, since she also had a runny nose. Perhaps it was the bad December weather which had caused it. Today, instead of wind and rain, though, there was a timid sun that she hoped would be gracing the sky for longer than it had those last few days.

Cecily went in the kitchen, and made herself the hottest tea ever. It was chamomile tea, and it usually smelled good, but it had an acrid taste today. Even the tea doesn’t want to cooperate, she thought, but at least it warmed her cheeks. She put the cup in the sink and went back to her bedroom. She hadn’t prepared yet, and she was still in her robe. The tea had been her priority.

She opened the door, trying not to make noise not to wake Gabriel, only to find him washing his face by the sink. He glanced at her, after hearing her footsteps, and offered her a smile.

“Did I wake you?” Cecily asked, concerned. “I tried to be quiet.”

“I was already awake, Cecy. I have to go somewhere, so I might as well start to get ready.”

“You’re right, we were supposed to go to that meeting today,” she touched her forehead. She had completely forgotten about their engagement. “I might have to tell Anna I can’t go visit her.”

Gabriel got closer to her as he was buttoning his shirt. He eyed her, and she could see that he was thinking. “You don’t seem too well today, Cecy. Are you sure you want to go out? You’ve sniffled a couple of times, last night.”

She shrugged, and shook her head. “I drank something hot earlier, and it’s working,” she said, even though she wasn’t feeling her best yet.

He frowned, and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. Cecily wished it was colder, because she felt warmer. “You don’t have a fever,” he concluded, and his hand checked her cheeks too.

She leaned into his hand, and shut her eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation. “Am I cleared to go out?”

“Only if you wear a scarf,” he smiled, and then grabbed his jacket from the chair. “We can go together. I could drop you off at Anna’s, then pick you up after the meeting is over.”

On another occasion, she would have declined. Cecily loved to walk, and Anna’s house wasn’t that far from theirs, but she didn’t want to get ill at once. And since she already had a cold and a headache, her symptoms may worsen. So, she agreed.

 “I’ll come later when I’m done,” Gabriel said to Cecy when they arrived at Anna’s. “Don’t walk home by yourself.”

“Yes, papa,” Cecily mocked him, and then kissed him. “It’s not like I’m pregnant or something,” she joked, but the thought crossed her mind. After all, she was a few months late. But no, it couldn’t be. Perhaps the migraine was a sign that her period was coming.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and smirked, then waved at Anna, who had been witnessing the scene from her doorstep.

“You are a sight for sore eyes,” she commented with affection, and she meant it. “I hope you can stay next time, papa.”

“You can count on it,” Gabriel agreed. “Alright, I must go. I’m already late. Anna, dear. Don’t let your mother leave without me,” he warned, and his daughter just nodded. Then he was gone, and Cecily shrugged at Anna, who muttered that her father was endearing. Cecily couldn’t agree more.

“Mama, are you sure you are okay?” Anna asked her over tea after a while. “You look pale.”

They spent less time together after Anna had decided to leave their home to go living on her own. Cecily and her husband Gabriel knew that day would come, and they let her go, if that was what she wished to do. In her heart, Cecily hoped Christopher would leave years later, even if that was a selfish thought. She liked having her children around, even if she had to accept that even Kit wasn’t a kid anymore, and that one day, he would go to start his own life.

Cecily smiled, and sipped the reminder of her tea. “I haven’t slept well last night, my dear,” she quickly replied, and tried to keep her smile even though it was getting harder. Perhaps Anna was right. She was feeling weak, and she had a terrible headache. She touched her forehead. “Ah, I wish there was a rune for migraine like there is for wounds.”

Anna nodded, and winked at her mother when she wasn’t looking. “Someone should create it indeed, mama. I’m sorry, I can’t help.”

Cecily thought she was lucky to have a daughter who always looked out for her, and who also sometimes confided in her. She started thinking about her own late mother, who had left a few months before, and tears welled up in her eyes. She glanced at her tea cup so that Anna wouldn’t see her crying, but she saw she had already drunk its whole contents. She started at the cup for longer than she should have, and sniffled.

She didn’t realize Anna sat down next to her, and put a protective hand on her shoulder. “Mama, do you want more tea?”

“No, Anna. I just need to go to the bathroom,” Cecily said, managing a weak smile. Drinking the tea had helped, but now she felt a little queasy.

She stood up, and Anna watched her with wary eyes, thinking that her mother’s face was a ghostly pallor that wasn’t there five minutes ago. Cecily had always had a fair complexion, but there was something different that day, Anna realized.

“Perhaps you got the flu,” Anna said, as Cecily threw some fresh water on her face. At least it was cold. “Next time, don’t come to my house if you feel like this,” she warned kindly. “You need to rest, since you also said you didn’t have a good night’s sleep.”

Cecily nodded, thinking that she should have probably followed her daughter’s advice. “But I wasn’t feeling this sick this morning.”

“You should take care of yourself, mama.”

“You’re talking as if I’m old,” Cecily protested, and they both chuckled. The water helped a little, at least. “I haven’t turned 40 yet, thank you very much.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she commented. “You’re beautiful as always, mama. And very much young. Are you positive you don’t need me to call anyone?”

“No, your father will be here in a few, and we’ll go back home.”

“If you say so, I trust you,” she said, and turned to glance at the window. “Look, he’s already here. Let me escort you downstairs.”

Even if Cecily protested, Anna still walked her to her carriage, where Gabriel was waiting.

“Is there something wrong?” he wondered, alarmed, seeing that Cecily was under Anna’s arm, and very much paler than he had seen her that morning.

“No, I’m okay. I think I need to catch up on sleep,” Cecily replied. “I’ll go rest when we go back, don’t nag at me.”

“It’s not nagging,” Anna interjected. “We are concerned for your health.”

Cecily smiled kindly at her daughter, and kissed her cheek before getting in the carriage. “Don’t worry, dear. I assure you I just need to sleep.”

Anna and Gabriel exchanged a look, then they left.

“I think I’m pregnant,” Cecily said when they were finally alone, and halfway home. She turned to her husband, but his expression was unreadable.

“Are you sure?” he asked calmly.

“No, I’m not sure,” she replied, sighing. “I haven’t checked with a silent brother, if that’s what you mean. But I know. I feel it.”

“Our baby?”

Cecily’s mouth curved into a smile. “I don’t think I am far along enough for it to be already formed and all, but I am positive that a life is growing inside of me.”

“Another life,” he said giddily, and laughed. “I can’t believe it.”

“I can’t believe it either,” she chuckled. “Are you happy?”

“Why wouldn’t I be happy?” Gabriel wondered with a grin, as tears started welling up in Cecily’s eyes again. He held her close to his chest and kissed her hair. “I’m ecstatic.”

“I’m nervous,” she confessed.

“Because when you expected Anna you had a complicated pregnancy?”

“Yes,” she muttered, and clutched at his coat.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure everything is going to be alright,” he tried to comfort her. “I love you, Cecy. I love you, baby.”

Cecily cried some more, and then touched her stomach affectionately. “I love you too.”

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      Turning around and seeing James, Matthew and Cordelia trudging up the street together towards them, Thomas can sympathise with Gabriel’s reaction.       James looks awful.       It goes without saying that he looks as though he has been through Hell and back—which, in reality, he has. But compared to the rest of the limping, bleeding Shadowhunters, James’s pale skin, unrulier-than-usual hair, purple eyebags, sluggish pace, and shadowed gaze are next to none.       And Thomas tries not to stare at the large patch of drying blood over James’s heart. He really tries.       He’d listened in muted horror to Cordelia’s soft, detached explanation of how James stabbed himself to kill Belial, and how for a fleeting moment she thought he’d died alongside him. Matthew immediately fretted over his parabatai, hands shaking and expression caught between showing his true fear and a bout of nonchalance, as if James stabbing himself was a regular occurrence. Alastair inhaled sharply through his nose and grabbed Thomas’s wrist, looking vaguely sick as he’d gazed sympathetically at his sister.       Thomas merely stood there, frozen, heart skipping madly and the execrable thought of James nearly having joined Christopher in death rolling around in his head like a wayward marble.       He knows what it’s like to be alone without his closest friends, his family. He’s aware of the suffocating silence, locked within and settled in the Institute walls, the ghosts of laughter echoing up from the depths of the crypt to the rooftop. He’s become acquainted with the gaping hole in his soul, endless yet constricting, one which only blond hair and outrageous waistcoats, bookish wit and shrewd smiles, and harsh chemical smells and lavender eyes can fill.       He doesn’t want to go through that ever again.

      It would destroy him. Thomas knows that with ironclad certainty.       So he’ll take James’s frightening appearance with open arms. He’ll take that stained spot over James’s heart with a prayer and a whisper of gratitude along the lines of thank you for sparing him. Thank you for not taking another.

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Hii would you ever consider writing a small piece of gabrily comforting Alex after one of the nightmares after what Tatiana did to him? Like them ushering him to bed with them and trying to make him feel better

Helloo! I wish I could write small pieces, but I always have too many ideas! I've been wanting to write this one for a while, but time is scarce these days lol

Anyway, I thankfully found a second in between study sessions to get this written! I don't have time to edit it well, so I hope there aren't too many mistakes:

Late nights

It was nights like these that hurt Cecily the most. The nights when she would suddenly open her eyes, wide awake. At first, the lively feeling that would course through her veins would invoke great confusion, because of how unused to it she was. Then, of course, she would be attacked by an overwhelming flood of memories. Memories that reminded her of why her daily disposition was a fusion between numbness and agony. Why her days were now painted gray; why her heart felt so heavy in her chest; why she was always on the brink of falling apart, as if her life was held up by a single string that was just waiting to become undone. 

Tonight was one of those nights. Though, if Cecily was being perfectly honest, most nights were like these. She turned to steal a glance at Gabriel. He was fast asleep, laying on his stomach, his forearms curled under his pillow. Despite everything, Cecily smiled softly at him, the way it was impossible to not smile at someone who cast a light upon your darkest shadows. Cecily turned on her side, hugging her blankets to her chest. 

“My Gabriel Lightwood,” she whispered quietly, “how long I had been waiting in the darkness for your light.”

That brought more tears to her eyes, because she didn’t know how to compensate for the darkness her darling Christopher’s absence had left. And neither did Gabriel. They were both so incredibly hollow, so filled with grief, it was difficult to imagine how they could possibly recover when there was nothing holding them together.

Cecily thought back to when her parents had died. The way she collapsed into Gabriel’s arms, the way he held her up and stroked her back gently, murmuring sweet words into her ear. Or when Jesse had died, and Gabriel looked to her for comfort. Only now, neither stood on solid enough ground to be able to hold the other up, and they suffered for it. 

Cecily turned her gaze away from Gabriel and instantly felt cold all over once more. She fought the urge to look at him again, knowing that the more she looked, the more she’d want to inch towards him and bury herself in the comfort of his arms. Gabriel would hold her without complaint, but Cecily could never live with herself for being so selfish, disturbing Gabriel from his rare, peaceful slumber, because her heart felt like it was being stabbed with each breath she took.

So she directed her gaze in the opposite direction, to avoid temptation. That’s when she caught sight of two round, dark blue eyes peering at her from the edge of her bed. She gasped, holding a hand to her chest.

“Alexander,” she said, keeping her voice quiet. “Bach, I didn’t see you there.”

Alexander looked sheepishly at her. “I’m sorry, Mam. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Cecily shook her head, forcing her lips to curl up in what she hoped was a comforting smile as she sat up and reached for her baby.

She settled him on her lap. From here, she could see the pure terror in his eyes as they darted to and fro, his plaid parlor, the way he trembled in her arms.

“Alex bach,” she said softly, stroking his raven hair, “What is the matter? Did you have a bad dream?” 

Alex blinked rapidly, his eyes filling with unshed tears. Cecily felt her already wounded heart break even further. 

“Oh darling, don’t fret,” She said as she pulled him into a loving embrace, tucking his head under her chin. “I’ll always be here. I’ll always protect you.”

Alex only trembled in her arms. Cecily knew to hold him until the initial shock of his nightmare subsided and she did just that, rubbing his small back as he clung to her.

As she held her son, Cecily thought about how small he was in her arms, how delicate. Ever since Christopher, she couldn’t stop thinking about how fragile life is. How it can slip away from your grasp like water, before you have time to realize it. And here, she had a small, fragile and trembling life wrapped around her arms. So she held him tight, she kissed the top of his head and rocked him back and forth, because she will never know when it’ll be the last time. Because she never got to hold her other baby one last time before saying goodbye, and now she never will. 

Alex’s fear seemed to reseed; Cecily pulled away and looked into his dark blue eyes; the same eyes her mother had had. She brushed a lock of his raven hair away from his face. 

“All better?” She asked with a smile.

Alex nodded quickly, though he still seemed a bit skittish. 

“Mam?” He said in a quiet voice. 

“Yes, bach?” 

“Can you come with me to my room?” he asked, sheepishly. “Only for a tiny bit?”

Cecily smiled at him, “Of course, cariad.”

…

Gabriel’s intuition told him that Cecily wasn’t asleep beside him before he opened his eyes. This, naturally, sent an initial shock of fear coursing through his veins, before he was able to rationalize that it was most likely because she was with Alexander. 

Even so, Gabriel was quick to get out of the bed and make his way down the hall to his son’s room. Sure enough, he heard his wife’s soft voice lulling from their youngest son’s room. Just across from Alexander’s room was Christopher’s. Gabriel lingered by the shut door, pressing his palm against its wooden surface. He closed his eyes and sent a quick prayer for his oldest son before continuing to Alex’s room.

He saw Cecily and Alex laying beside each other, Alex pressed close to Cecy’s side. When they noticed Gabriel’s presence, they both startled and pressed closer to each other.

“Relax,” Gabriel said, holding his hands up in surrender, “It’s only me; I come in peace.”

Cecily snorted. “You can’t sneak up on us like that in the middle of the night. You scare us half to death.” 

“You’re shadowhunters,” Gabriel protested, climbing onto the bed. “You should be prepared for these sorts of things.” he said, winking at Alex, who grinned at his father.

“You should be thankful I wasn’t prepared, Gabriel Lightwood, or you would have a knife lodged in your chest.”

Gabriel frowned at her. They tease each other, but in reality, Gabriel hated to think that neither Alex nor Cecily were able to feel entirely safe in their own home. It sent an unsettling feeling through him. 

Alex interrupted Gabriel’s train of thought with a loud yawn. His blue-eyed gaze was lined with exhaustion from sleepless nights.

“I think it’s well past someone’s bedtime.” Cecily said, her voice falling into the lull of a pronounced Welsh accent, the same one that she’d had when Gabriel had first met her. After years of living in Idris and London, she’d lost most of it, but it did make its occasional reappearance when Cecy was especially tired or when she’d had one too many glasses of wine. “I’ll finish the story and we can…”

She trailed off as she caught sight of Alex who had fallen into a peaceful slumber at some point between that moment and his yawn. 

“It seems he’s one step ahead of you.” Gabriel said pointedly. 

Cecily nodded slowly.

They both watched Alex sleep before Gabriel broke the silence. “We should probably go back to bed.”

Cecily nodded, but made little effort to move, until Gabriel sat up. She slowly detangled Alex from her arm and arranged the blankets over him carefully. Gabriel watched as she went through the motions of a practiced mother tucking her child to sleep. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on the top of his head and paused to look at her son a little longer before moving to join Gabriel. 

He put his arm around her and hugged her tight to his chest as Cecily rested her head against his shoulder.

They both lingered by Alex’s doorway, not quite wanting to leave him alone. 

“He’ll be alright,” Cecily said, firmly. She stepped into the hall, took a sharp intake of breath. “Bother, I forgot my slippers beside Alex’s bed.” 

“I’ll get them.” Gabriel said. 

Cecily seemed like she was about to protest, but was too tired to do so. Gabriel smiled to himself as he bent down to pick up the slippers. When he straightened, he lightly stroked Alex’s raven curls and whispered a goodnight to his son before going back to Cecily. Except, she wasn’t by the doorway anymore. 

As Gabriel left the room, he saw her standing in her white nightgown with her dark, wavy hair tumbling down her back, curling at the tips in front of Christopher’s room.

She must have opened the door; it sent a pang through Gabriel’s chest to see everything exactly as Christopher had left it. As if the room defied time. 

“I keep thinking he’ll come back.” Cecily said as Gabriel came to stand beside her. “That he’s at Charlotte and Henry’s house and he’ll come back at any moment and we’ll say ‘Christopher, where were you? We were worried sick!’ and he’ll say that he was only doing science, and that he wasn’t gone that long, and it’ll be one of those memories that are terrible in the moment, but later become something you recall on a whim and laugh at over dinner.” 

Gabriel blinked, before suddenly feeling the urge to do something before he went crazy. He bent down in front of Cecy, lifting her foot gently to slip on her slipper. Cecily rested a hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t look up at her until he’d slipped on the other slipper. 

When he did look up, he was faced with Cecily’s eyes, that always spoke louder than any words.

“Gabriel,” She said, gently. “You don’t have to be strong in front of me. Let yourself be vulnerable.” She put a delicate hand to his cheek. “You can let it all go. You’re safe with me.”

Gabriel took a deep breath and straightened. “I know, Cecy.” He pulled her close to him and kissed her temple. “I know.”

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Reunion

This is my first time writing a fic, and I don’t plan on making it a regular occurrence; but I couldn’t get the idea of Jesse finally meeting his uncles out of my head so I wrote it.

Fandom: The Shadowhunter Chronicles / The Last Hours

Character: Jesse Blackthorn

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Jesse had never felt this nervous before. Sure he had been frightened when he saw Lucie in the Thames that day and was terrified after discovering she intended to bring him back to life, but both those occasions he had been scared for her, not for himself. This was the first time Jesse had ever felt truly afraid for himself.

“What if they hate me, Grace?” Jesse whispered.

Grace had sent a message the previous day to his two uncles, Gideon and Gabriel Lightwood, that she had to meet with them and their families urgently, preferably at Gabriel’s home in London. In the letter, she explained a wish to make amends for both her their mother’s and Grace’s hateful actions towards the Lightwoods. However, they did not know that thanks to Grace and Lucie Herondale, Jesse had been revived after 6 years and intended to finally meet his family. Truthfully no one but the three of them knew he was alive, but tomorrow that would change.

“What if they turn me away and demand I never return? I wouldn’t blame them after all our family has put them through.” He confessed.

“Why would they hate you for any of that Jess?” she replied. “You haven’t done anything wrong. It is me who needs to worry about being turned away. They have no reason not to love you, and from what I was able to gather from Christopher regarding your death, it seems that they did. They mourned you and wished to meet you as well. I promise you, it will be alright big brother.”

Grace’s reassurance had allowed him to sleep relatively soundly through the night. How odd it was to sleep again. He was so used to roaming around at night and simply not existing during the day, that it felt strange and frankly a bit scary to lay down in a bed again and let sleep overcome him. Nonetheless, Jesse felt mostly rested when he awoke, but the terror inside him hadn’t settled. He had only a few bites of his breakfast and dressed in a hurry. He had spent hours the previous night deciding which of his new suits to wear. He opted for a black tailcoat, a dark green vest and pinstriped trousers. The vest had been a gift from Lucie which automatically made it his favourite.

Lucie had asked if Jesse wished for her to accompany him to meet this family, but he had refused, knowing he had to face them by himself. However, he did tell her that he would be happy for her to join in telling the story of his revival when they all went to the Institute for lunch; an event that Lucie was organising.

Once he was ready Jesse went outside and wait for the carriage. Since the Blackthorns didn’t have their own (yet), Uncle Gabriel had agreed to send his own to pick Grace up.

He couldn’t help but worry again about what the Lightwoods would think. He had a vague memory of meeting his uncle Gideon when he was ten and insisting he would become a shadowhunter. Uncle Gideon had told him that he wanted to meet Jesse, but that was fifteen years ago, and his uncle could have easily changed his mind. He never met his Uncle Gabriel, and therefore had no prior knowledge on what to expect from him.

He was shaken from his thoughts with the sound of the door closing behind him. Grace descended the front steps of Chiswick wearing a simple charcoal teagown and coat. By then the carriage had arrived outside the gates and was waiting for them. Jesse helped his sister board the carriage then climbed in himself. He sat across from sister but refused to look at her. Instead, he propped his elbow under his chin and gazed out the window, returning to his troubles. Grace seemed to understandthat no amount of reassurance could stop Jesse from worrying now, and simply reached her hand across and held his. Jesse gave her her hand a small squeeze but didn’t take his eyes off the changing scenery outside.

Winter was coming to a close now. The snow plaguing the roads was beginning to melt and people were ditching their winter coats for thinner jackets, but Jesse still shivered. It was incredible feeling the cold again. After not feeling much of anything for six years. Before he could bask any more the carriage came to a stop and the driver announced their arrival.

Jesse turned to Grace with fear in his eyes. ‘This is it’ he thought. He would finally know his family, for better or worse. The carriage door opened to reveal the steps of the Lightwood home and Jesse helped her exit. However, he could not muster up the strength to stand up himself and leave the carriage.

“I can’t do this” he croaked.

“Yes, you can Jesse,” Grace assured. “I will be right here with you, and they will love you. I promise.”

He gave her a small nod, but neither the fear in his eyes nor the sickly feeling in his stomach wavered.

Last night they had agreed that it should be Grace who knocks on the door, as it was her who requested the meeting. As Grace approached the door, Jesse stayed a few feet back and waited. All of his fears came back to him and swirled around his head. He remembered the awful stories Tatiana would tell to him when he was young, convincing him his family was evil, that they had murdered his father in cold blood. Although Jesse knew that his mother’s claims were false, he couldn’t help but fear for his life. He was terrified his uncles would want to kill him for all his mother had done to them. As he heard grace knock the door he considered making a run for it, but alas it was too late.

The door swung open to reveal a man with brown hair, an angular face and bright green eyes like his own. Gabriel Lightwood. Behind him stood a slightly shorter man. He had sandy hair and greyish-green eyes. Jesse recognised him as his Uncle Gideon and noticed he had not changed much despite not having seen him for the better part of fifteen years.

The two men had not had the chance to acknowledge him yet, as Grace immediately captured them in an earnest stare. However, after a moment, Grace stepped to the side to reveal Jesse to his Uncles.

For ten seconds all any of them could do was stare. Jesse could see feel their eyes boring into him as the emotions passed through his uncles’ expressions; recognition, sadness, confusion and fear. Finally, they both seemed to settle on disbelief.

Uncle Gideon’s eyes were wide as he whispered. “Jesse?”

His knees wobbled and Gideon steadied himself using the door frame as Gabriel continued to stare. Before anyone said anything else Jesse was suddenly enveloped in his uncle’s arms. He could something warm and wet dripping onto his shoulder. The hug became tighter as Jesse felt another set of arms wrap around him. In that moment, Jesse fully realized that he was alive again. His mother’s lies would never plague him and Grace again and he would never again have to wander the nights alone in the forest. He can finally know his family and start the life he never got the chance to live. Jesse wrapped his arms around his uncles and let the tears fall.

 After a few minutes Aunt Cecily came to the door and insisted everyone come inside to escape the cold. Jesse and Grace were lead to the living room where the rest of the Lightwoods waited.

Aunt Sophie sat on a plush chair holding who Jesse presumed to be his youngest cousin, Alex. On the sofa, Thomas was sitting next to Christopher, who was wearing clean clothes with no scorch marks. Unbeknownst to them, Jesse had accompanied Lucie to many excursions with the Merry Thieves while he was still a ghost. Therefore Jesse knew that Christopher wearing fresh clothes was a rare occurrence, and wondered if it had anything to do with Grace’s presence. Hovering over Christopher was Anna, wearing a handsome blue suit and her red necklace was hanging from her throat.

All eyes in the room turned to look at the new arrivals, and Jesse began to feel nervous again. He looked to either side of him where his uncles were standing and they both smiled and nodded, eyes still watery, urging him to introduce himself. He took a deep breath and turned back to his family.

“Hello,” he started, feeling ridiculous. “My name is Jesse, and I am your cousin. I know this may all seem crazy, and it is, but I’ve been waiting to meet you all for twenty-five years, so here I am.”

There were many questions, most of which he refused to answer until they got to the Institute and could include Lucie in the conversation as well. There were even more hugs and tears,  but for the first time in his life, Jesse Blackthorn felt like he was finally going to live the life he had always wanted.

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Aftermath

Prompt : "I'm proud of you" 

Character : Christopher Lightwood

For @downonthecornersingstrert

Christopher had just reached home from the Silent City. He liked finally getting to see his home. It had been a long and tiring time in the Silent City. 

He remembered how he had been attacked by the demons. How much it had hurt as the Khora demon’s claw raked into his chest. How just as he had found a way to make the antidote, the chance had been taken away from him. It had been agony mixed with regret and pain. It was a time which he did not wish to remember. Everyone had always associated him with messing things up. But he had only ever wished to do something that would help all shadowhunters, not just the ones who are there now but all the ones who will replace them in future generations. The chance to prove people his worth had ripped away from him. He had felt as if he had failed. He had told Matthew and James to ask Thomas to complete the anti. 

He remembered the darkness surrounding him and the Silent Brothers constant tries to save those who had been lost to that darkness. He remembered how he had been afraid that the darkness might envelope him and he would have to leave all his friends and family. Needless to say, that the thought had been pretty depressing. 

Christopher had been elated that everyone had survived. That all those who were unconscious had got the chance to see their loved ones again. He wished he could have saved Barbara too. He had been proud of Thomas. His heart’s brother. Thomas had saved everyone. 

When he had woken up, Thomas had thrown his arms around Christopher and said, "It worked! Oh, thank the angel, it worked! I'm so glad you woke up." It had been a chaos. 

Everyone came and hugged him and asked how he was doing, or if he needed anything. The joy on everyone’s face was evident.  He could see the relief in everyone's face and in several others' who were talking with the rest of the injured. All those who had woken up were then shifted to the Institute’s infirmary to be kept under observation. In case, they were all not completely healed. Christopher wasn’t worried. He had confidence in his and Thomas’ work. 

Now, when he was finally home, the nostalgia he had gotten while being in the Infirmary, finally disappeared. He missed speaking to his sister. Anna had tried to be with him for as long as possible but she didn’t get much time.

As he settled into his room, he heard a knock on his door. As he turned around, Anna came in, a smile adorning her face. He felt a matching smile instantly reach his face.

“How are you feeling now?” Anna asked.  

“I feel good.” Christopher replied

“And how are you feeling about saving half of London?”

“I’m being given credit for creating the antidote, but in truth, it was Thomas who saved everyone. He completed it. I would not have woken up, if it wasn’t for him. I was unconscious, I didn’t save anyone.” Christopher told his sister his thoughts that had been plaguing him since he had woken up.

He could see Anna frowning.

“Why do you think that? Christopher, you might think that, but you did save everyone. You used your brains when no one had any hope, when no one believed that there could be any hope. You saved all of them and you saved yourself. Don’t feel as if you don’t deserve the praise you are getting. Because you do. I’m proud of you.”

Christopher felt tears gather at his eyes. He had always wanted to do something to make someone proud of him. He was glad that he had such an amazing sibling. 

Anna came towards him and hugged him.

“I’m proud of you Christopher. And never believe that you didn’t do much. You did everything. Be smug about it.”

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(A/N: I know the title is terrible! Don’t come at me for it. And this fic was definitely long due. I’m finally fully getting into writing again so yay.)

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