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1indigoisles · 5 months

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Reasons why TSC Fans are looking forward to TWP

KitTy, obviously.

Dru, Ash and Jaime dynamic. I bet there's going to a lot of heavy stuff with them, both boys crushing on 1 girl. Dru, you go, girl!

I also heard that people want to learn more of other Shadowhunter families other than the main 5, that is to say, Herondales, Blackthorns, Carstairs, Fairchilds and Lightwoods. In TWP, we'll learn about a Brazilian family, Pedroso (from Dru's friend at the Academy, Thais Pedroso) and an Indian family, Joshi (from Ty's friend at the Scholomance, Anush Joshi). Variety!

Finally, a non-evil Morgenstern (I'm talking Ash here)! The only other good Morgenstern that we have is Clary, and she doesn't even take up the name, choosing to stick to Clarissa Fairchild. It's time the Morgenstern name was cleared.

We never got to hear what happened to Kit and Simon from Thule. Also, Mark and Kieran from Thule might still be alive, because of the protection of The Wild Hunt. We also have a live Cristina, and a live Livvy Blackthorn. One can only guess what happened to Simon and Kit. Comment if you have any ideas or theories cuz I only have one and I got it from another post.

We also have so many loose ends, like the Cohort, Janus, the Fey, Thule, the Princes of Hell, Mother Hawthorn... It'll all get cleared up in TWP. Sorry I can't elaborate, because I have no idea what could be done about these!

Our main heroes, Dru and Ty and Kit, are going to be so powerful! I'm taking a wild guess when I say that they'll probably have powers extra to what they already have as Shadowhunters, but this is just guessing. No doubt about one thing though, they're going to be the Big Three in TWP.

And then there's Lucifer, the big daddy of demons and all problems in general. In a post that I reblogged, there was a theory that says that Alec survived the Svefnthorn because of Lucifer, and that somehow it would give Lucifer control over Alec.

Anything I missed? Share in the comments!

#the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #twp #the wicked powers #tda #the dark artifices #herondales #fairchilds #lightwoods #blackthorns #carstairs #morgensterns #thule #lucifer

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sansyvue · 1 year

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100% accurate!

stranger things meme ver tsc by meee ;)

#cassandra clare #tsc #herondales #carstairs #lightwoods #blackthorns #magnus bane #stranger things

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neeksxoxo · 1 year

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lightwood appreciation post

the clumsy, oblivious ones

the absolute confident queens

#lightwoods #alec lightwood #christopher lightwood #thomas lightwood #gabriel lightwood #gideon lightwood #anna lightwood #cecily lightwood #sophie lightwood #isabelle lightwood #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles

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imherongraystairstrash · 1 year

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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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#gabriel lightwood #cecily lightwood #cecily herondale #christopher lightwood #anna lightwood #gabrily #cecily x gabriel #tsc #tlh #tid #tsc fanfic #the infernal devices fanfic #the last hours fanfic #lightwoods

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dayscrazed · 1 year

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"A paradox, was their Thomas- he bore the marks of the loss of Christopher more visibly than any of the rest of them, in lines beside his eyes that had not been there before and were unusual in someone so young...But there was also a new peace to him. He had always seemed to be trying to make himself smaller in a body he found ungainly; now he was at ease, as if he at least saw himself the way Alastair saw him: tall and graceful and strong."

Chain of Thorns, page 754

#shadowhunter quotes #cot #chain of thorns #thomastair #thomas and alastair #christopher lightwood #thomas lightwood #alastair x thomas #alastair carstairs #thomas and christopher #lightwoods #the last hours #tlh #cot quotes #tlh quotes

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thelightofthebane · 2 years

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Julian said that Alec should thank the Angel that the house is a Blackthorn problem and not a Lightwood, but if it were a Lightwood, Max would've befriended the ghost on day 1, Alec would have coordinated all the workers with a pile of organized sheets followed closer by Rafael, Isabelle would have taken care of the decor while Simon would pick which room to be a Star Wars themed one and...

Magnus would have ended that shit in 0.2 seconds.

#the shadowhunter chronicles #sobh #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #lightwoods #julian blackthorn #max lightwood bane #rafael lightwood bane #isabelle lightwood #simon lovelace #secrets of blackthorn hall

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thing-with-wings · 1 year

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*me deleting the family trees I made in google sheets to prep for chain of thorns* haha no it’s fine I totally didn’t even like it *it’s color coded* nah it’s cool I can fix it *deletes everything between Alec’s grandparents to Christopher lightwood*

#chot spoiilers #chain of thorns spoilers #chot #chain of thorns #Lightwoods #but they have to come from Cecily right #whatever I put it in Cassie’s hands lmao

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luciehercndale · 1 year

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To me I would have prefered that James died than Kit, but well Herondales are untouchable :(

Oh, anon, it's true. I think that's because CC often makes the Herondales the protagonists in her series (only TDA doesn't have a main Herondale character, because Kit Herondale is a secondary character there), and she doesn't like to kill them off because she's attached/biased towards them. And that's okay, I mean, in the end she's the author, so it's normal she may like some characters more than others. And it's normal if the readers prefer someone else because we don't always agree with the author's taste in terms of plot, characters, etc, and we have the right as readers to criticize what we read. After all, TSC has a wide variety of characters, and there are many people who prefer the side characters to the mains.

I think aside from Alec and Izzy, (but mostly Alec, who is a beloved character and a fan-favorite) most of the Lightwoods are treated by CC as co-protagonists/secondary characters, who mostly sacrifice themselves to serve the plot and without meaning sometimes. I think that's why CC conveniently kills off members of the Lightwood family, and she creates sets of three Lightwoods per family so that she can kill one for the plot, so she doesn't have to kill someone else. Or she simply kills other members of the family to make the situation dramatic. She did it in TMI (killed off Max), she did it in TDA (she killed off Robert), she did it in TID (killed off Benedict), she did it in TLH (killed Barbara, killed Kit and Tatiana - who, let's not forget, is herself a Lightwood and came from a set of three Lightwood siblings).

This doesn't mean that a protagonist can't die, of course. Sometimes death is the only way to end a story. But like I said, analyzing CC's books and past plots, if a character dies and it's not a Lightwood, they are usually resurrected or survive for other reasons, because she doesn't like to kill them off. Like I said, it's her choice and as readers we may not like it. It's like she decided from day one that the Lightwoods would be the sacrificial lambs of the shadowhunter world. 😰

#tsc #tlh #chain of thorns spoilers #cot spoilers #lightwood family #lightwoods #lightwood siblings #herondale #herondale family #posta #chain of thorns #christopher lightwood

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cordeliaxcortana · 1 year

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watching that maurice had the audacity to make a whole file with pettyass things against herondales & lightwoods -

#i am aneska #fvck Maurice #such a dumbass name for that dumbass man #chain of thorns spoilers #tsc #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #chain of thorns #herondales #lightwoods

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ginerva-mollyweasley · 1 year

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“we’re lightwoods, we break noses and accept the consequences”

ALEC & MARYSE LIGHTWOOD → my top 50 fictional dynamics [2/50]

#maryse lightwood #maryse trueblood #alec lightwood #alec and maryse #alec x magnus #maryse x luke #the lightwoods #lightwoods

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neeksxoxo · 1 year

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Anna, watching Isabelle: oh my gosh, she's perfect. maybe this family isn't damned afterwards! Anna: wait, what's that- Alec: Anna: Alec: Gideon, Gabriel, Thomas: YES

#anna lightwood #gideon lightwood #gabriel lightwood #thomas lightwood #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #lightwoods #tmi #tlh #tid #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #the mortal instruments #the infernal devices #the last hours

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imherongraystairstrash · 2 years

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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.

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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.