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martianloon · 2 years

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Fic Recs!

Inspired by @captainkirkk's weekly fic rec posts. I've been reading a lot of really cool stuff recently and thought I'd share. People who can create are awesome and deserve all the attention and praise, so please, go give them attention and praise!

Boku no Hero Academia

[Series] We'll All Be Fine (we will) by RejectsCanon | @rejectscanon | 7 works | 65.6 k words | Complete

The trials and tribulations of the Erasermic Fam as they adopt Shinsou and Eri. I hope you enjoy!

KinnPorsche

can't let it go by KouriArashi | @gingersnapwolves | 15.4 k words | WIP

After the dust has settled, Porsche still wants to know who killed his father, and what exactly happened to his mother. Unable to go to Kinn with his concerns, he works with Vegas and Pete to get more information. He realizes that what happened all those years ago is something that still haunts the entire family to this day - and is a mystery that Kim has been trying to solve for years.

Middlegame by majestictortoise | @majestictortoise | 12.6 k words | Complete

Part 6 of checkmate

Macau has always known he's only a pawn in his family's stupid games.

Naruto

Focus, then Refocus by jimmythemystic | 193.7 k words | Complete

Sasuke gets sent back in time to stop Danzo. He intends to save his clan, and his brother. But he made one major mistake: He left the number one unpredictable ninja in charge of the jutsu. He's about 10 years too early. Thanks, Naruto...

Now what?

Shadowhunters

The roads we take by ToTheStarsWriting | 40.9 k words | Complete

A person's life is made up of a series of moments, of choices. What we do in those moments, what choices we make, can change the road ahead of us. In one world, Alec never met Lydia Branwell, not until she came to take over his Institute, setting them on a path toward a wedding that would never be, and a love for Alec that was worth everything.

In another world, those two met much, much earlier, and that single meeting, that one single moment, was enough to change everything. Well, almost everything.

When a moment of weakness revealed the one secret that Alec had been trying so desperately to keep, and revealed it to the very last person he'd wanted to see it, a fifteen-year-old Alec found himself being shipped off to the Lisbon Institute under the guise of studying and learning to improve his tactical planning. None of them could've anticipated what he might find there, or what things it might change.

Stranger Things

chat with you, baby (flirt a little, maybe) by desiccatedwithering (acornsofthemind) | @desiccatedwithering | 11.7 k words | Complete

“Hey, shitheads!” Steve “the hair” Harrington barks, looming in the doorway like a monster from the Abyss. “What the fuck are you doing in here? Get your asses down to the gym right fucking now.”

Eddie gapes. First of all, the audacity— Second, he’s never been much for physical fights, but if this douchebag thinks he can bully any of Eddie’s kids, he’ll have to go through Eddie first.

“Let’s go! Move it!” Harrington snaps, making an impatient gesture down the hall.

should i keep it on display, or redecorate? by RejectsCanon | @rejectscanon | 20.9 k words | Complete

The first thing Steve removes from his room is the random framed photograph of a car.

Before Steve realizes what he’s doing, he’s snatched that photo off the wall. It comes off easily, the only thing holding it in place is a nail haphazardly hammered into the wall. Picture in hand, Steve doesn’t pause to think, letting his body take over as he rushes down the stairs.

Steve stalks downstairs, wrenches open the back door, and smashes that obnoxious picture to the ground.

Or, Steve hates his room. He decides to change that.

The Untamed/MDZS

Would You Come Home? by s6115 | 46.9 k words | Complete

Jiang Cheng wrote three times a year for over a decade and a half requesting that Lan Sizhui come and visit. Finally, at nineteen, arrived, having absolutely no clue why the sect leader would want him to come. Jiang Cheng showed him to his quarters, opening the doors and said, "This was your father's room."

Suddenly, Lan Sizhui finds himself in the home of the father he'd forgotten, but surrounded by his things. Can he unravel the mystery of who his father was? With his friends, can he even find a way to bring him back from the dead?

I suck at summaries I'm sorry, but welcome to Family Feels Central?

#fic recs #stranger things fic recs #kinnporsche fic recs #bnha fic recs #untamed fic recs #mdzs fic recs #naruto fic recs #shadowhunters fic recs #my post

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all-thestories-aretrue · 2 years

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They did their five year thank yous in ep 99 and they were all so sweet. And it feels so bizarre that this episode marks the beginning of the hiatus. And now watching it back almost 2 ish years later its so even more bizarre because we aren't out of this thing everyone thought would be a few months. And me personally i had a ROUGH time during the first year of the pandemic. I graduated college and got what i thought was a great job that i absolutely hated 3 months in and quit a year later. I didnt go anywhere during that year and worked from home. It was horrible!!! Its very strange watching media take place during those times and explaining the new set up. I know logically I couldn't have gotten into critical role during lockdown i had absolutely no brain power. I rewatched shadowhunters during the summer and house during the winter. But i wonder how different things would have been if i had something weekly to look forward to during that time. For at least a little bit of it. Very strange.

#cr2ep99 #the covid era #it begins #but probably not tonight lmao

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nessietwihard02 · 1 year

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✨✨✨𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸, 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼!✨✨✨⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ “I’ve loved you all my life, Emma. And when I felt nothing, I realized—without that love, I was nothing. You’re the reason I wanted to break out of the cage. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔.”⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 𝐐𝐎𝐓𝐃: How do you choose which ones to post next on your feeds?⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 𝐀𝐎𝐓𝐃: If it weren’t for tours and such, or weekly prompts like #ShadowhunterSunday, #MaasMonday, #MapMonday, etc., I would go through all of the stock photos in my gallery and choose one randomly😂⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I just realized that I have so many stock photos🤣 There are roughly 46k items in my gallery and about half, maybe more than, are for bookstagram photos😅 The thing is, I never delete photos or videos😬 They just take up space on whichever device I’m using and just when I thought I have nothing to post, I see them and try to remember whether I’ve already posted them or not🥴 Then there are others that no matter the edits I do, they wouldn’t fit whichever aesthetic I got going on my feed. I cannot wait to go home in a couple of weeks so I can add on to the stockpile! ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ✨𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: I finished Chain of Thorns and now I don’t know what to do with myself🥲 Immediately dived into a contemporary romance and 2 Darklina fanfics to sorta manage the impending book hangover🥲⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ✨𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: My dentist wasn’t available for this weekend so I had to suffer through the pain of having a damaged tooth pasta that requires it to be filled again🥲 The entire right half of my face is hurting so bad right now😭 Hope she’s finally available tomorrow🥺⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Have a great week ahead, lovelies✨⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ #TheBookwormPrincess👸🏻⁣ ⁣⁣ #bibliophile #bookstagram #books #readersofig #igreads #booklover #bookaholic #mybookfeatures #bookstagramcommunity #booklovers #PageTurnersPH #bookstagramfeaturesonly #booksbooksbooks⁣ #bookish #bookworm #Shadowhunters #TheDarkArtifices #Jemma #Blackstairs #JulianBlackthorn #EmmaCarstairs #QueenOfAirAndDarkness #LadyMidnight #LordOfShadows #CassandraClare #TheShadowhunterChronicles ⁣⁣ (at Los Angeles Institute) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpsXaq8y0Lo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jennathearcher · 7 years

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Thoughts on season two, episode ten, aka the winter finale of Shadowhunters:

- OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE

- I’m a wee bit salty because they did half a season full of 90% filler and then did a finale episode chalk full of a bunch of actual plot and exposition like JESUS

- But the episode was so good I can forgive them

- HOLY HOLY HOLY WHERE DO I START

- Clary is my little spitfire and I love her with all my heart and soul I just feel like I need to reiterate that because this episode had so much of her fire and determination and everything I love about her and I’m SO PROUD

- Everything with Simon and Jace was so???? good????

- I LOVE THAT THEY KEPT THE SCENE FROM THE BOOKS WITH SIMON DRINKING JACE’S BLOOD I’M JUST KIND OF ANNOYED THEY HAD JACE GLAMOURED AS CLARY FOR THAT SCENE

- Magnus was amazing as always, the scene with him and Madzie all but killed me

- CLARY AND MAGNUS WORKING TOGETHER

- Even if it was technically Jace glamoured as Clary but WHO CARES

- Kat is such an incredible actress like goals????

- MADZIE DIDN’T WANT TO HURT ALEC SO SHE WHISKED HIM INTO THE ELEVATOR BEFORE SHE KILLED THE OTHER SHADOWHUNTERS HOLY GOD

- Alec was also amazing in this episode MY SON!!!!!

- We finally got Aldertree’s backstory and again, it’s just as underwhelming as I was expecting

- Cool motive, YOU’RE STILL AN ASSHOLE

- “Don’t think you’re one of the good guys” YES ALEC GO OFF

- I’m so proud of Izzy for coming back and making a firm decision to recover from her addiction but her walking away from Raphael was heartbreaking YOU CAN’T GET ME INVESTED IN A NON-ENDGAME SHIP AND THEN DO THAT TO ME SHOW

- CANONICALLY ASEXUAL RAPHAEL. THIS IS NOW A CANON CONFIRMED THING I ALMOST SCREAMED I AM SO HAPPY.

- When the Soul Sword was activated and killed all the Downworlders in the room I was so scared Raphael went down too but he’s okay and I’m happy

- ALARIC SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD AGES AGO HE DIED IN THE FIRST BOOK I’M SHOCKED THE SHOW KEPT HIM AROUND THIS LONG

- I still think Maia is acting extremely out of character but we’ll see how the second half of the season treats her

- PAPA LUKE BEING AMAZING AS ALWAYS

- INCLUDING THAT CONVERSATION WITH JACE IN THE CAR ABOUT PARABATAI LIKE BLESS

- I get a kick out of the fact that Meliorn was fighting with them too, given HOW EVERYTHING GOES DOWN IN THE BOOKS and an episode ago he was all “kill Clary on sight” so HA

- THEY REVEALED THE WHOLE “JACE ISN’T ACTUALLY VALENTINE’S SON” THING EARLY BUT THEY HAD A GOOD REASON FOR IT SO I’M DOWN

- POOR JACE HOLY SHIT CAN WE PLEASE STOP HURTING MY SON

- He was already outright suicidal before this imagine how he must feel now

- “I could have killed you” “I would have let you” STOP THIS

- MY POOR BRAVE SON HE DESERVES BETTER

- ALEC FREAKING OUT BECAUSE HE THOUGHT MAGNUS WAS DEAD

- ALEC HUGGING MAGNUS THE INSTANT HE SAW HIM

- ALEC AND MAGNUS SAYING “I LOVE YOU” TO EACH OTHER AND KISSING

- I’M FUCKING DEAD

- And no Mark of Cain yet but Simon is officially a Daylighter YAAAAAAAY!!!!

- Pros: Jace knows Clary isn’t his sister. Cons: HE’S NOT GONNA TELL HER ABOUT IT BECAUSE SHE’S SO HAPPY WITH SIMON SO HE’S STILL PINING AND JEALOUS AND IN PAIN SO NO ONE WINS

- For real though Simon excitedly picking Clary up and spinning her was SO CUTE AND IT’S NOT FAIR AND I’M UPSET

- THE LAST SHOT OF THE EPISODE

- I ACTUALLY SCREAMED

- S E B A S T I A N !!!!!!!!!!!!

- FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!

- I AM SO READY AND NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL JUNE FOR MORE

- THE SECOND HALF OF THE SEASON IS GONNA FUCK ME UP REAL GOOD

- I CANNOT WAIT

- BUT WHY IS JOCELYN STILL DEAD CAN WE FIX THAT PLEASE

#fandom stuff #ooc #shadowhunters spoilers #weekly thoughts on shadowhunters

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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“For the record, when I said I’m willing to learn more about downworld culture, this is not what I meant.”

Lily, who was sitting sideways on the loveseat gave him a glare. “Does he always complain this much during movie nights?”

“Always,” Magnus sighed. “But luckily I know how to shut him up.”

“Magnus,” he hissed, blushing furiously and then looked at Lily again. “How is this relevant to our work?”

“Twilight is a cultural reset for vampires, Alec,” Lily rolled her eyes.

“But it’s not even accurate representation,” Alec pointed out. “The vampires glisten in sunlight. They glisten!”

“Nobody is here for accurate representation,” Magnus replied. “And if you want New York vampires to glisten, I can help with that.”

“Magnus is right,” Maia agreed, her words barely recognizable due to all the popcorn crammed in her mouth. “I’m just here for Robert Pattinson.”

“You’re supporting the vampire?” Alec asked in disbelief. “But you are-”

“I’m a simple woman,” Maia shrugged.

“For the record, I hope everyone here is team Edward,” Lily said – or kind of threatened. “Or I will be having words!”

Alec rolled his eyes and continued watching the movie. They were on the third one now.

He never enjoyed watching mundane movies. He did watch them with Magnus of course, but that was mostly because they got to cuddle on the sofa and would always end up making out halfway through.

Besides, he had never done a movie night with friends before. He could barely get through one. This one apparently had four.

“We are done with the fourth one, right?” Alec whispered to Magnus.

“Well, technically the fourth one has two parts,” Magnus chuckled.

“What? Why can’t they just say what they want to say in one movie?”

Lily looked at him and narrowed her eyes. “Lightwood, if you don’t want to watch the movies, just say so. But be warned, the New York vampire clan might hold a grudge.”

“And they are immortal,” Maia pointed out unhelpfully.

Alec grumbled and laid back on the couch crossing his arms.

By the time they finished up the third one, Alec just wanted go to sleep. But he had promised Lily and they were kind of having fun.

Most nights with the downworld alliance involved strategic planning and heated debates and roundtable discussions. But Magnus had suggested that if Alec wanted to work with downworlders, he should understand them better.

Alec had a fairly decent understanding of warlocks and their lives. So, it was only fair that he learned about the other fractions as well.

He had spent the last week working with Maia’s pack and learning more about the Praetor and their work.

This week was supposed to be spent at Hotel Dumort. But unfortunately for him, Lily’s teaching methods were not conventional.

“You can get through this, darling,” Magnus kissed him the cheek. “The wedding is in this one.”

“They finally get married?” Alec asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. “How does Bella’s dad feel about this?”

“You will see soon enough,” Lily winked and pressed play.

“Did you force Raphael to watch these too?” Magnus asked, his voice melancholic but fond.

“No one can force Raphael to do anything,” Lily replied. “But he did watch them out of spite and claimed he is team Jacob just to piss off the clan.”

Magnus laughed, the sound vibrating in Alec’s heart. “That sounds like something he would do.”

Alright. It wasn’t that bad. Maybe they should make movie nights a weekly thing. As long as Simon didn’t know about it.

Lily’s phone rang and she picked up with a groan. “What did you do, Elliot?”

Someone, Elliot, was talking rapidly on the other side and Alec thought he heard the sound of dolphins.

“Hold on,” she snapped into her phone and got off the floor. She looked at Alec. “I’ll be back in a minute. Keep watching!”

Maia got up quickly, picking up the bowl of popcorn with her. “I’m gonna keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t throw her phone at a poor mundane again. But keep watching!”

Alec looked at them worried and then at Magnus. “Should we go help?”

“They will ask for help if they need it,” Magnus kissed his cheek again. “Just relax. And no, you are not getting out of this.”

Alec pouted but pulled Magnus closer against him and laid his head on the warlock’s shoulders. “It’s kinda pretty.”

“What is kinda pretty?”

“The wedding.”

“Hmmm,” Magnus said. “I’ve always thought forest weddings are a little tacky.”

“You wouldn’t get married in a forest?” Alec chuckled.

“Well, before Ragnor died, I wouldn’t have,” Magnus said, his tone a little nostalgic. “The bastard wouldn’t have attended and just said I didn’t notice because he camouflaged with the trees.”

Alec chuckled softly. “How about now?”

“What about now?”

“Where would you like to get married now?”

Magnus smiled, but it wasn't his regular one. They had been together long enough for Alec to recognise the happy ones and the sad ones.

“I haven’t really thought about it. Marriage is not meant for people like me.”

“People like you?” Alec raised his head. “You mean warlocks?”

“Immortals,” Magnus corrected. “Do you know how mundane wedding vows go?”

Alec shook his head.

“To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,” Magnus said and paused. “Until death do us part.”

Alec wanted to ask how Magnus knew the mundane vows if he never thought about marriage. But he kept the question to himself.

Alec had always known the Nephilim wedding vows. He had memorized them, even when he had known that he would never get to say them out loud, not to someone he loved.

Maybe Magnus felt the same way. Just because something wasn’t meant for you, it didn’t mean you couldn’t dream about it.

People often only dream about things they couldn’t have.

But that wasn’t their reality anymore. At least not for long. Now they had a chance. A fighting chance.

Alec could change this. He could change all of it.

“Do you know what shadowhunters say?” Alec asked now.

Magnus thought for a moment. “It’s been a long time since I was invited to, or even attended a Nephilim wedding.”

“The Consul asks hast thou found the one thy soul loves?” Alec said and then directly looked into Magnus eyes. “And you respond with I have found and I will not let him go.”

Magnus took a little shuddery breath. And Alec knew. Magnus wanted this too. But he didn’t want to show it.

“Well, aren’t you shadowhunters cheesy,” Magnus scoffed quickly, averting his eyes.

Magnus had lived for a long time. He must have hoped for many things only to be disappointed. Alec remembered how the clave had acted after the Dark War. He remembered the cruelty of the cold peace. It was hard not to be disappointed.

It was scary to have hope. Even for an immortal.

Perhaps especially for an immortal.

Alec understand Magnus’ concerns. He didn’t reassure him right now. He will fix this instead. For Magnus. For them. For their future.

He took hold of Magnus’ fingers and threaded his own through them. He looked at the countless rings on Magnus’ lean fingers. They were beautiful. But the rings felt incomplete. His hand felt bare. Magnus needed one more and Alec was going to give it to him.

One day.

“People like you deserve the world, Magnus,” Alec whispered into his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Magnus didn’t say anything. Just kissed the top of Alec’s head.

They silent watched the movie again, Lily and Maia joining them a moment later.

After everyone left and the two of them fell asleep together that night; hair tousled, feet tangled and hearts pounding - Magnus said the words softly, but Alec heard them well and would remember years later.

“I’d like to get married near the ocean. It reminds of home.”

#i am *obsessed*#god I love them so much #malec #malec fics #dani writes stuff

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ganseybois · 2 years

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i do wish shadow and bone had a weekly release schedule the same way shadowhunters did. it really created such an intense (in a good way, at least in my experience) viewing experience with the fandom. people talking about their favourite parts for a whole week, talking about cliffhangers, what they thought might happen in the next episode. im of course grateful we have the show at all, but i really do miss the experience of watching one episode and coming online to chat with fans about it. streaming services largely took that away, which is why I’m also so happy marvel releases episodes weekly. It’s so much more fun! I want a whole week to deconstruct kaz looking at inej in every single frame before I get the new episode! Is that too much to ask!!!

#kaz brekker #inej gafha #six of crows #shadow and bone

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elettralightwood · 3 years

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Hiii and welcome to my blog ♡

Asks are always open and if you’re reading this it means i’m hugging you, just so you know 🫂✨

CR: the song of Achilles

What are you going to find in my blog? 🫶

Under the tag “book reactions” you’ll find my reactions to tsc books 📚

I make edits!!! Mainly shadowhunters and they are under the “shadowhunters edit” tag or if u prefer tournaments check the "shadowhunters polls" tag ✨

I also like to share my thoughts 24/7 so under the tag “shadowhunters opinions” you’ll find me ranting about both the books and the tv show 🗣

I post basically every single shadowhunters official art under the “shadowhunters illustrations” tag 🖼

Sometimes i like to participate in weekly events organized by tsc pages so check the tag “weekly events” 🗓

A charcater’s birthday or any type of festivity? Under the tag “happy something” 🎉

Heartstopper definetely didn’t became an obsession and i definetely don’t post about it under the “heartstopper” tag 🫥

The trajectory of my life changed thanks to tlou so of course you can check the "the last of us" tag 🫶

Rwrb literally changed me on a molecolar level so ofc here's the tag "rwrb" ❣️

Other interesting tags:

•“ask me things” to find ask games 🎤

•“mine and ivy’s picrews” to find adorable tsc picrews made by me and @/gayforcarstairsgirls 👯‍♀️

•“cast the gc as” to find me @/bookishjules @/awecwightwood @/alexandergideonslightwood and @/rinadragomir being chaotic 💅🏻

•“fandom hunger games” to find the tsc characters fight to survive 🥷

•“tsc as greek gods and goddesses” cause why not combine my obsession with shadowhunters with the one with myhtology 🤷‍♀️

Besides all of that i just reblog literally everything i like so i hope you enjoy 🫶

Follow me on other social medias if u want :D

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#book reactions #shadowhunters opinions #weekly events #happy something #ask me things #mine and ivy’s picrews #shadowhunters illustrations #shadowhunters edit #cast the gc as #heartstopper #fandom hunger games #tsc as greek gods and goddesses #the last of us #rwrb #shadowhunters polls

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melanielocke · 3 years

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A surprise baby - part 2

After spending the night with Augustus Pounceby and being humiliated when he proposes to someone else, Eugenia Lightwood finds herself pregnant outside of wedlock. She doesn’t want to lose her child, but doesn’t know how to keep her situation hidden anymore, nor does she have any intention of marrying Augustus, or any man at that. Instead, she’s fallen in love with Kamala Joshi.

CW: Pregnancy

AO3

Part 1

Taglist: @foxglove-airmid @justanormaldemon @styxdrawings @ipromiseiwillwrite @alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1

‘I hope you don’t like Charles too much,’ Kamala said. ‘As Alastair and I are having our weekly Charles Fairchild is an ass meeting and you’ve been invited to join.’

Eugenia would have considered Charles a friend once, but that was a long time ago. She’d thought once, that he was a more mature and sensible than his younger brother and had hoped he could talk some sense into the Merry Thieves. They certainly didn’t listen to her, and were the most reckless fools she’d ever encountered in her life.

But that was before Charles had abandoned Kamala in such a terrible way though. Who left their fiancée when they were sick? Kamala, it turned out, was glad to have dodged that bullet in the end. Eugenia guessed she felt the same way about Augustus now. She knew Kamala preferred women, and Eugenia began to suspect that she might not have a preference at all, and was in love with Kamala now.

It had been a few weeks since telling her parents and Thomas about her pregnancy. It had been decided Eugenia would have to travel for some time, but she wasn’t yet sure where and with who. With everything going on, Thomas preferred to stay in London with his friends.

‘Would it be possible to add Augustus Pounceby?’ Eugenia asked. ‘I mean, make it a weekly Charles Fairchild and Augustus Pounceby are both an ass meeting.’

‘Augustus Pounceby ís an ass,’ Alastair agreed. ‘He and I went to school together. He was the worst.’

Eugenia knew that at some point during his school years, Alastair had been awful as well. But since befriending him recently, he’d explained some of it and Eugenia could sympathize. The image of schoolboy Thomas trailing behind him was hilarious, especially now that she knew Thomas was deeply in love with Alastair. But it was also because Thomas had always noticed something was not right with Alastair, that he was hurting. Her little brother had always been awfully sensitive to other people’s moods, Eugenia couldn’t keep a thing from him. From Thomas’ stories, Alastair had grown and changed a lot since their school days, and Eugenia was glad for it because now she had two amazing friends she could hate on Augustus with.

She didn’t think anyone had ever treated Augustus badly, he simply believed he was better than everyone else and therefore deserved more. Even when Eugenia had been close to him, he’d always acted very entitled.

‘He is awful,’ Kamala agreed. ‘And racist. I agree we can hate on Augustus as well as Charles here. Who wants to share their feelings first?’

The afternoon was fun, and Eugenia felt welcomed into the group. Alastair and Kamala had been friends for a little longer, although that had taken a lot of effort on Kamala’s part. The problem was, a man and a woman spending time together was suspicious, and therefore there always had to be a third party present. At first that had been Grace, but she mostly seemed bored, and now her engagement with Charles was broken and Grace was gone… somewhere. Kamala was still looking into the whole thing as she had not given up on Grace, but Eugenia had no clue what had happened. Kamala and Alastair were glad to have Eugenia’s company, because even if the Bridgestocks did not approve of Alastair, at least they could be sure no one was ruining their daughter.

Alastair at some point decided to make fun of Charles’ posh accent, and Eugenia had to admit his imitation was on point.

‘I am thinking of traveling to India,’ Kamala said. ‘My parents… I know they love me, but they took me away from everything I know and pretend I was born here. I remember so little from India, I barely speak the language anymore. But I had a past there. And I’ve been trying to replicate the food my mom used to cook for me, but I never quite got it right.’

Eugenia had no idea what it was like, to be so disconnected from her culture and her homeland. Alastair knew a bit better. He still had his mother, but he hadn’t been in Persia for a long time and was estranged from his family. Eugenia suspected it was part of why Kamala and Alastair were so taken with each other, they both knew what it was like to live in England as someone who wasn’t white and who was disconnected from their homeland.

‘I’ll help you if you want to make another attempt at replicating your mother’s cooking,’ Alastair offered.

In the end when it was nearing dinner time, the three of them did go into the kitchen. Alastair apparently had learnt how to cook from their cook, Risa and mostly knew how to cook Persian food. Kamala knew a little about cooking, but mostly tried to go by smells she remembered from her childhood and vegetables she remembered had been in there.

Eugenia decided it was best for everyone involved if she sat back and watched. Tommy was the cook in the family. And her mother, of course, who had been a servant once. Eugenia, on the other hand, had been forbidden from entering the kitchen at home, and only helped with cutting up the vegetables here and there. Even she couldn’t mess that up, and if she ended up cutting herself, healing runes could be applied.

Bridget, the institute’s cook, was not too happy about them using the kitchen as a pastime, and released some very unsavory Irish curse words about the mess they were sure to make. Eugenia recognized the words, her mother was Irish too and she’d learnt the language, even if she had always struggled with learning languages. She responded in Irish, explaining what they were doing here as best as she could. For good measure she promised she would clean up.

‘I didn’t realize you spoke Irish,’ Kamala said.

‘I’m not great at languages, but I learnt Irish and Spanish from a young age,’ Eugenia said. ‘My mother is Irish and my father loves speaking Spanish at home. Tommy is better at languages though, he also speaks Welsh and Persian.’

Alastair stared at her, his eyes wide. ‘Thomas speaks Persian?’

‘He’s been studying Persian with Lucie,’ Eugenia said. ‘Lucie wanted to learn because she thought she should be able to speak her parabatai’s mother tongue. Thomas helped her because he’s so good with languages.’

Eugenia suspected his feelings for Alastair also played a role in his determination to learn the language. It was sweet, to learn someone’s language for them.

‘Charles never cared much about my language,’ Alastair said. ‘Nor what I said when I spoke it. I understand not everyone could learn, it’s not easy for an English speaker. But Thomas, he really speaks it?’

Eugenia imagined that had to be hurtful. She would love to learn Kamala’s language for her, even if she would never get any good at it. Still, it was the effort that counted, right? At least she hoped so.

‘He does read Persian poetry, so I imagine he grasps it. Don’t pin me down on it though, I don’t know how good he is. But he excels at languages and has been studying for several years now. He also helped James with learning for Cordelia. I was under the impression he speaks it quite well, doesn’t he?’

Alastair snorted. ‘I think he understand enough, but honestly his accent is embarrassing.’

Soon enough, the kitchen began to smell delicious. Kamala admitted what she’d made wasn’t quite what she remembered from home, but it was a better attempt than the last. Eugenia had had all sorts of cravings lately, not to mention a sensitivity to smells. She could barely stomach meat anymore, but she craved sweets at the most opportune moments.

Kamala and Alastair had made a vegetable dish with some rice and lots of spices, and the smell had to be the most amazing thing she’d smelt in a while. English food tended to be rather bland, favoring the flavor of meat and gravy which Eugenia currently couldn’t stomach. This was much better, and once they could eat, she made sure everything was finished even if Kamala and Alastair had cooked way too much for three.

‘Do they not feed you at home?’ Alastair asked when she finished her third plate. ‘Is it because Thomas eats everything? He must have gotten so ridiculously tall somehow.’

Eugenia snorted. Thomas was like a bottomless pit when it came to food, she suspected he was always hungry.

‘This is very good food,’ Eugenia said. ‘And I was very hungry.’ She contemplated what to say next for moment. Telling people about a pregnancy was a huge risk, but Alastair and Kamala were her friends. Apart from her parents and Thomas, they were the people she trusted more than anything. ‘I’m also eating for two people.’

Alright, at the moment she was eating for three people, but she blamed that on pregnancy cravings.

Alastair stared at her in confusion, Kamala in shock, her hand over her mouth.

‘You’re having a baby?’ Kamala whispered.

‘You can’t tell anyone,’ Eugenia said. ‘My parents and Tommy know, and now you, but beyond that no one can know. We’re still figuring out what to do. But as my closest friends, I thought you should know too. I don’t think I’d be able to hide it for much longer anyway.’

‘You could come to India with me,’ Kamala said. ‘I can hardly travel as a woman alone, and Alastair cannot leave his mother while she is about to give birth. We could return when you are about to give birth, make sure no one sees you until the baby is born, and the pretend we found the baby and don’t know whose it is except that they’re shadowhunters.’

Eugenia had to admit that plan was sound. She didn’t know anyone in India, no one who could spread the word she’d gotten pregnant out of wedlock. She could pretend she had a husband somewhere, but was traveling with her dear friend Kamala who wanted to reconnect with her home country.

‘Will your parents approve?’ Eugenia asked.

Kamala waved with her hand. ‘Oh, probably not. They do not approve of people calling me Kamala rather than Ariadne, or me spending time with Alastair, who they think is very improper company.’

Alastair shrugged. ‘They aren’t wrong.’

‘But I’m done seeking their approval,’ Kamala added. ‘I’m thinking of moving out. When I agreed to marry Charles, I had no one to fall back on, no support, only the very conditional love of my parents. But now that’s changed. Living as a woman alone would be unproper. But if you were to join me, dear Eugenia…. No one would question a thing.’

Would Kamala feel for her, as Eugenia did for her? She knew Kamala had recently broken things off with Anna, perhaps it was too soon. Eugenia loved her cousin, of course, but found it hard to accept that she treated her lovers as Augustus had treated Eugenia.

‘Would you help me care for the baby?’ Eugenia asked.

She knew reputation wise it was probably best to let someone adopt her child, but she didn’t want to. Eugenia did want to be a mother, and she didn’t want to wait around for another man who was only going to treat her badly.

‘Of course!’ Kamala exclaimed. ‘I’ve always wanted to be a mother, but after Charles I thought it wouldn’t happen. And I’ve had plenty of practice with little Alexander, I know how to take care of a child. And of course, Alastair will have plenty of experience soon enough.’

‘I’ll help you wherever I can,’ Alastair said. ‘And after several months of shopping for baby things with Cordelia, I know the best stores. Do you have any ideas for baby names?’

Eugenia had to admit she hadn’t thought about that yet. ‘If it’s a girl, her middle name will be Barbara,’ she said. ‘Beyond that, I have no clue. But we have at least four more months to figure it out.’

Alastair looked amused. ‘That is sweet. I am sorry about your sister.’

‘She would have loved the baby, I’m sure of it,’ Eugenia said.

‘Cordelia and I have been arguing about baby names ever since she found out mâmân was expecting.’

‘What did you come up with?’ Eugenia asked.

‘Rostam if it’s a boy. Shadi if it’s a girl. We both agreed the baby should have a Persian name, and with Father gone he won’t be able to object.’

‘Those are both lovely names,’ Kamala said.

‘I’m sorry about your father,’ Eugenia added. She didn’t think she’d offered him condolences yet. The funeral was days away now.

‘Don’t be,’ Alastair said. ‘He was… not a good father.’

She remembered Elias’ outburst at Cordelia’s wedding, how Alastair and James had dragged him off. Uncle Will and uncle Gabriel had attempted to distract people, but how much did that do, when everyone still left Sona and Alastair with him? She regretted not befriending Alastair sooner. She hadn’t known him all that well, honestly, not until he’d come to the sanctuary that day when Thomas had been arrested and she found out he’d been keeping her brother safe in secret.

‘Would you like to come take tea with me this week?’ Eugenia asked. ‘Both of you.’

Alastair hesitated. ‘With your parents? And your brother?’

Eugenia waved her hand impatiently. ‘Oh they’ll adore you. And they already know about those rumors, they’re not upset about stupid things you did when you were fifteen.’

Alastair didn’t say anything, and Eugenia wondered if he believed her. ‘I’m serious. My parents are very kind and forgiving. And they’re grateful you kept Tommy safe.’

‘I’m not sure it would be good for me to be around Thomas,’ Alastair said.

‘Because you still have feelings for him?’ Kamala asked.

‘Unfortunately, yes,’ Alastair said. ‘It is my curse, apparently, to always want what I can’t have.’

Eugenia rolled her eyes. ‘Always so dramatic, Alastair. Just ask my brother to go out for dinner with you. Tommy is old enough to choose for himself what he wants.’

#Eugenia Lightwood #Kamala Joshi #Ariadne Bridgestock #Alastair Carstairs #Joshwood #fanfiction #the last hours #tlh

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC (Batfamily)

Birdwatch11 by smilebackwards

Tim hadn’t actually meant to start a popular Batwatch blog.

He hadn’t meant to start a blog at all honestly but by the time he turned eleven he’d accumulated hundreds of pictures of Batman and Robin on his Nikon DSLR and it had just seemed inefficient to go through the trouble of printing them and storing them in a box under his bed when BlogSphere had a perfectly adequate platform.

lost treasure by adelfie

"Dad, I don’t want to do this.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want. This is why we brought you here,” Jack hisses. “So we can get paid.”

Or: When a cozy night out with his parents turns into a night of captivity and torture, Tim is forced to seek protection from his worst nightmare - the Red Hood.

Hey There Demons by hitthedeck

Treating magical threats lightly is never an option, especially when that threat tears holes in realities. To combat this danger, a good hero must remain vigilant and in peak physical condition at all times.

Too bad Red Robin never got that message.

Or, in which even demons can't comprehend why Tim Drake is Like That.

Stranger Things

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by KiaraMGrey

When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks?

And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.

Everybody's Friend by AmethystUnarmed

"Hey Harrington,” Eddie calls, as Steve books it to the Beamer.

Steve stops, and is only the slightest bit nervous when he says, “Yeah?”

It almost makes Eddie feel bad.

Almost.

“How’s the character creation going?”

The absolute dread on Steve’s face confirms Eddie's worst fears.

“I... I'm not going to be able to play Thursday.”

God. Dammit.

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Steve's budding friendship with the Hellfire Club hits a few snags and Eddie wonders if all of this was even worth it.

Clone Wars

Standards of Professionality by Trixree

"Are we going to pretend I didn’t just find you fucking your General, vod?” Rex hisses over private-comm.

Cody doesn’t even turn his head to look at him. Rex can hear the smile in Cody’s voice when he replies, “No, because I am not fucking my General, Rex’ika. I am fucking Obi-Wan. We are professionals.”

5 times Cody and Obi-Wan struggled to maintain plausible deniability regarding their affections for one another + 1 time they decidedly Did Not

Shadowhunters

prosper matrimonium by smilebackwards

"Gorgeous, sweet, community-oriented,” Magnus ticks off the positive attributes on his fingers. And he’s sure he’ll find plenty more to like about Alexander Lightwood. “I imagine suitors are beating down his door. Please tell me he’s not actually dating Lorenzo.”

Cat hesitates. “Well, if you’re really interested in Alec, you have interesting timing to say the least.”

“How do you mean?” Magnus asks.

“Alec just put his name in for the prosper matrimonium.”

Or: The disaster with the Circle swings the Clave a little more progressive. And if Magnus wants Alec’s heart, he’s going to have to compete for it

The Umbrella Academy

To Be Where You Are (So Very Far) by bobee

He'd thought he'd seen it all.

Forty-Five years in a wasteland and two weeks saving the world, only to be taken for a year by a man guided by his own self-interest. He'd seen the horrors of what this life has to offer. It's all he's ever seen.

He just hadn't known that there was one out there meant for him.

(or, Number Five, the end of the end of the world, and the start of a new one.)

On My Terms by CivilBores

"I did what you asked,” he tells her. “Now, the briefcase.”

Her eyebrows raise in mock-surprise, red lips curling up her face in a sadistic smile.

“You didn’t think that was all, did you?” she asks.

AU: The Handler gives Five a slightly different deal.

#happy wednesday everyone #weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #dc recs #stranger things recs #tua recs #sw recs #shadowhunter recs

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The Sixth Love Language

Works: 13

PUBLISHED: 09/02/2020

LAST UPDATED: 03/25/2021

Type: Series

Fandom: The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Mostly fluffy oneshots or short stories of the TSC fam with plots centering around the hidden sixth love language... food <3

BACK

The Way To His Heart

Weekly Appointments

The Good in Mornings

Don't Scone Me, I Can Explain

Pepperoni For Your Thoughts?

Unstoppable Time

Wins and Losses

It Had Been Quiet (All Along)

Does The Consul Know How To Eat?

(Lick My) Candy Cane

Thief

All Choked Up

You're The Cherry Piece

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #jem carstairs #will herondale #tessa gray #magnus bane #alec lightwood #clary fairchild #jace herondale #isabelle lightwood #simon lewis #emma carstairs #julian blackthorn

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Game Night

Simon Lewis x Reader //The Mortal Instruments

and they were roommates, no.3

Prompt: Game night is a very important event in our apartment and we just keep finding new ways to compete with each other. Word Count: 896 Warnings: none

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You were stood in the kitchen of the new apartment you had recently moved into with Simon and Clary, looking at the tower of board games Simon had balanced on the counter. None of you had been able to afford to get any real furniture yet, but Simon had made sure to bring every single game he owned with him, and so a weekly game night seemed necessary. It hadn’t been difficult for him to convince you and Clary to join, the three of you having basically been doing it since you were children anyway, but the three Shadowhunters you had befriended were a little more hesitant.

“Don’t even think about using any magic, you cheat.” Simon pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“I told you I’ve never used magic to cheat!” You protested, only partly lying. You used to be scared to use it due to the risk of being exposed, but since they had found out, you were much more inclined to.

“Hmm.” He hummed. “You’ve won too many times for me to believe that.”

“I don’t need to cheat to win. It’s not that hard to beat you.” You teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sure it’s not when you have an easy way to win.”

“Bite me, Lewis.” You retaliated, Simon’s smile dropping as he stared at you, slowly stepping towards you. He bared his teeth, showing off the sharp fangs, holding onto your shoulder as he pretended to bite your neck.

“I wouldn’t recommend that.” Jace interrupted, dropping the boxes of pizza onto the counter next to you, coming close to knocking over the stack of games. “Warlock blood does weird stuff to vampires.”

“Like what?” Simon asked, a hint of excitement to the question.

“You don’t want to find out.” Jace told him, swiftly leaving the room.

“I kinda do.” He argued.

“Maybe later.” You said, winking at him as you went to join the rest of the group in the other room, enjoying the way it made him squirm.

Two hours later, the pizza had been eaten and a half-played game of Monopoly sat abandoned in the middle of the room after the arguments had gotten too far and Clary suggested you all take a break and play something new. You had settled on Sequence, a game that you and Simon were always the most competitive over, meaning that the other four had basically given up as the two of you battled it out. It was obvious that Simon was winning and seeing the smug look on his face as you struggled to come up with a game plan, you decided that maybe just this once it wouldn’t hurt to use your abilities to your advantage. Besides, you had agreed that the losers were to serve the winner for the rest of the week, and you were looking forward to not having do any of the chores. While Simon was busy with his turn, you changed the cards in your hand to the ones you needed, allowing you to win the game and wipe the conceited look from Simons face as he stared at the board, dumbfounded.

“But, how?” He asked with disbelief.

“I told you, it’s not hard to beat you.” You teased him as you stood, only feeling a little guilty about cheating, but not enough that you would ever admit it. You cleared up some of the rubbish littering the room on your way to the kitchen, leaving Simon to dejectedly pack away the game.

“I knew it!” Simon declared from behind you, startling you. You were still getting used to the fact that he no longer made any noise when he moved.

“Knew what?” You ask, turning to find him holding up five playing cards.

“You have been using magic to cheat!”

“Have not.” You argued weakly.

“There’s only four sevens in a pack of cards.” He flicked the cards around to show you.

“Hmm.” You hummed, as one of the cards turned back to the number two it had been previously. “Maybe you need to start wearing your glasses again.” Confused, he looked back at the cards, letting out a frustrated groan when he saw what you had done.

“I know you cheated.” He leant towards you, his face inches from yours as he stared into your eyes, as if he could will you into confessing.

“Prove it.” You shot back, leaning even closer so that your noses were basically touching. It wouldn’t take much for him to kiss you, and as his eyes flicked down to your lips, you thought that he might just do it.

“y/n, can you…” You both jumped back at the sound of Clary’s voice. “Oh, am I interrupting something?” She asked, failing to hold back a smirk.

“No!” You and Simon simultaneously responded.

“Did you want me?” You asked her when she continued to give you both a knowing look.

“I was looking for some help, but if you’re busy…” She turned to leave the kitchen.

“I’m not busy.” You quickly followed her out, shooting a glance back at Simon, who was looking down at the cards in his hands, the disappointment you felt reflected on his face. Pushing the feeling away, you followed Clary. If you and Simon are going to happen, it will happen; you had plenty of time. After all, you are both immortal.

#Simon Lewis #the mortal instruments #Robert Sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #roommates prompt #my writing #hopefully its not too obvious that ive been struggling to write anything #i think this is not great but at least its something right #simon lewis x reader #forgot that tag

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dontmindmyshadowhunting · 3 years

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Flower cards inspired KitTy Fan Fic - Chapter 2

To celebrate the release of Ty’s flower card, I decided to write a KitTy Fan Fic inspired by both Kit and Ty’s latest flower cards. Surprise, surprise, I call it “Am I forgotten?” I hope you’ll enjoy it!

If you prefer reading it on AO3, Link is here. AO3 Link - Am I forgotten?

Here is Chapter 2 “Meet Tiberius Nero Blackthorn”

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Tiberius was exhausted. He had fallen asleep typing his weekly report, his forehead resting on the keyboard, until Irene had woken him up with a chastising groan. He had crawled into bed and slipped under the blanket, shivering, until Irene had curled up against him, providing him with an extra layer of warmth.

Irene was not the only one to scold him. Both Livvy and Anush kept telling him that he worked too hard, that he ought to take a break. Leave others to handle some of his missions. But Ty knew he could not leave it to anyone else. He didn’t trust anyone else to be ready to go above and beyond to uncover the secrets of the First Heir’s powers. He didn’t trust anyone else with these secrets.

He knew he was being reckless sometimes, risking his life to tackle any threat to the descendant of the First Heir’s safety. Ty didn’t mind. Ty didn’t matter. All that mattered was him.

Except, he was not always alone. Most of the time, he asked Anush to stay safely at the Scholomance to draft the reports, so that he could read and amend them afterwards. Sometimes though, he needed Anush to come with him. And those times, he was not only risking his own life, but his friend’s as well. And this mission in New York was one of them.

“You knew the damage it might do. You only thought of yourself,” said a voice in his head. His voice.

There it was. This was exactly what Ty was. Selfish.

He also remembered the words that had followed this statement, repeating over and over in his head, like a broken record.

“i wish I’d never known you.“ Tears started to prick the back of Ty’s eyes.

He reached for his headphones and stopped mid-motion. Anush would not mind, he was used to it. But Simon… Simon was nice enough to show them around the Institute and it would be rude to him. He grabbed his pendant instead, stroking the heron shape that was now so familiar that he could draw it with his eyes closed.

Ty was only half listening to Simon. He already knew the New York Institute’s layout, like a three-dimensional map stored in his mind, and the tour was for Anush’s sake.

“This is the place where you learn how to channel and use the Force,” said Simon, as he stopped in front of a door. Seeing the blank expression on Anush’s face, he translated. “The Institute’s training room.”

He opened the door and, his eyes widening in surprise, turned to look at Ty and Anush. “I wish Isabelle were here. Only she could grasp the full effect of the reference I just made.”

He sighed wistfully, then opened the door wider, letting them through.

Ty stepped inside… and froze.

Although he was standing with his back to Ty, although he had grown both in size and width, although his muscles had developed to the point of being bulky, there was no mistaking who he was. In the way that he held himself. In the way that his blond waves followed each of his movements. Kit was standing in the middle of the training room, wearing a blindfold, and facing the Institute’s trainer, Beatriz Mendoza. Each of them was wielding a staff. Ty was distantly aware that there were other observers in the room, probably young Shadowhunters training at the New York Institute, but all his attention was focused on Kit.

Ty was brought back to the moment he had met Kit for the first time, in the shady cellar of Johnny Rook’s house. The day he had met this untrained, ordinary mundane – or so he thought – who hadn’t betrayed a flicker of fear although he had a knife pointed against his throat. He had held himself with pride, his eyes glittering with defiance, and Ty had thought, How brave.

He had looked into Kit's blue eyes and something had… clicked. He had recognized him as the piece he was missing. The piece he had always known he was missing, but had no idea where to find.

And he had to admit, he had looked into Kit's blue eyes and, for the first time in his life, had liked what he saw. It was a feeling that was new to him, and that he needed to explore, but it was certainly there.

Through all his bravado, Kit had looked like a wounded animal. A wild wounded animal who needed tending and, most of all, a purpose. All this untamed energy, all this raw force, all this trapped potential needed to be released and to be nurtured.

As Ty gazed at the figure in motion before him, he realized there was nothing fragile about him now. He looked like the ultimate predator.

Kit had the stature of a lion, but his movements were graceful and as fluid as a snake’s.

Kit slowly turned, each of his well defined muscles flexing in synchrony, as he mirrored every move that Beatriz made. It was as if he could see right through the dark cloth that blindfolded him.

Beatriz lunged at him with her staff, and he parried the blow. She swung the stick towards Kit’s stomach, and he arched backwards, his shirt lifting to reveal a pack of perfectly shaped abs.

She stumbled with the momentum but quickly recovered and wheeled her staff at him, aiming again at the center of his body… This time, Kit jumped. And what a jump. Higher than Ty had seen anyone jump. Higher than he thought any human could possibly jump. Kit laughed, the sound echoing in the room that had fallen silent in awe.

Beatriz came at him again. He executed an elegant backflip, landing gracefully on his feet, and spread his arms as if to ask “is this the best you can do?” Cheers broke into the silence.

Through Kit’s relaxed demeanor, Ty could see that his skin was glistening with a sheen of perspiration and that beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, his neck and his muscular arms, everywhere his skin was not covered by his tank top. Blond curls were plastered to his forehead.

Ty licked his lips. It was chaos inside his chest, his heart playing to the erratic beat of Igor Stravinsky’s Dance of the Young, from The Rite of Spring.

All the blood in his body appeared to have rushed towards the center of his body… A very central part of his anatomy. Still, some blood must have found a way to his cheeks because they were burning.

He swallowed hard.

What the hell was happening to him?

Ty knew he had to get out of here. Fast.

A loud bang resonated across the room as Kit knocked Beatriz down with a single, well-aimed blow. Ty startled and snapped out of his daze. He clutched his heron-shaped pendant, in a mechanical gesture.

Anush chuckled. “I guess you’ll have to pick someone your own size,” he said, as he moved towards Beatriz to help her up.

She ignored his outstretched hand and scrambled up her feet, gazing at him defiantly.

“By all means. I think I have had enough bruises for today. Go ahead. He’s all yours.”

Anush remained unfazed. He smiled at her. “Oh, I am definitely not a better fighter. I was not talking about me.”

He turned to Ty. Oh no, thought Ty.

“Meet Tiberius Nero Blackthorn.”

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. The room fell silent again and Kit, who was standing with his back to them, froze.

He turned slowly, lifting his free hand to his face, and when he was finally facing them, removed his blindfold. The room dissolved and all Ty could see were blue eyes widened in shock, piercing straight through him.

*****

Tagging (if you’re still interested of course) @naerysthelonesome @nenyx @arangiajoan @adoravel-fenomeno @blindbandit1515 @cherilyn-rose @yozinha-z @serotyunin @eutonyinwhisper @chlo-tk @shadowfae1878 @mikeslibrary @georgiaherondale @heloisacosta23 @babydraco04 @ace-ephalopod @nicotheangel17 @thechangeling @frozenwater28 @babydraco04 @lavender-scented-rat @anxiousnerd300 @justanothermultifandomgirl @darkkitai @mferraz @drmindduct @that-dreamer-girl-m @kitty-appreciation-week

#cassandraclare #cassandra clare #cassandra clare fan fiction #tsc fanfiction #tsc fan fiction #kitty tda #tda fanfiction #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #kit herondale #kit herongraystairs #tiberius blackthorn #ty blackthorn #kitty blackstairs #kitty fanfiction

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Thoughts on season two, episode eight of Shadowhunters:

- THAT WAS NOWHERE NEAR AS BAD AS THE SPOILERS MADE IT LOOK

- I’m not happy that Climon is a thing because NO. THEY’RE STRICTLY PLATONIC DAMMIT. But I have faith that they’ll fix it, especially with Jace intent on not letting Clary out of his sight

- That twist with the warlock hallucinations was so well executed? Most of the episode I was like WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS but then that explained everything :P

- I was particularly worried about the scene with Alec on the ledge but EVERYTHING TURNED OUT OKAY. I just know they’re gonna focus more on him being guilt-ridden over Jocelyn

- I STILL SAY SHE’S NOT DEAD THOUGH

- I wasn’t happy to see Iris back but I’m SO HAPPY SHE GOT HER COMEUPPANCE

- The fact that what Iris does even makes Valentine of all people’s skin crawl is VERY TELLING

- I REALLY HOPE MADSIE WILL BE OKAY THAT LAST SCENE WITH THE ICE CREAM WAS NOT OKAY

- Clary and Izzy both looked amazing as usual this entire episode I’M TOO BI FOR THIS. Especially Clary in her party dress with that plunging neckline and the gold necklace and her hairstyle like LET ME DIE

- MAGNUS WAS GOLD THIS ENTIRE EPISODE I LOVE HIM

- HIS BATTLE WITH IRIS AT THE END WAS SO BADASS

- I loved him with the cats, and that whole scene with him and Jace was beautiful

- WHEN MAX LET IT SLIP THAT MARYSE DIDN’T CONSIDER JACE THEIR FAMILY ANYMORE AND MAGNUS WAS JUST LIKE “NOPE I’M OUT BYE BITCH” I CACKLED

- Maia looked so cute in her little bartender outfit with the bowtie much love

- RAJ IS A POINTLESS CHARACTER AS USUAL

- This was such a good episode for Maryse??? She really came through by the end, apologizing to Jace and then coming clean about Robert being unfaithful

- “YOU CAN’T TELL ISABELLE” TRYING TO FIX THE MISTAKES OF YOUR BOOK SELF I SEE MARYSE

- I do not ship Isabelle and Raphael I do not ship Isabelle and Raphael I do not ship it DAMMIT I MIGHT SHIP IT A LITTLE BIT THEIR CHEMISTRY WAS SO GOOD AND IT’S NOT FAIR

- I also freaking love how Alec stood up to his mom in the first half of the episode and was pretty much like “I’m dating a warlock and that’s not gonna go away anytime soon, FUCKIN DEAL WITH IT” I’m so proud of you bb

- YEEEEEEEESSSSS THE REVEAL THAT CLARY HAS EXTRA ANGEL BLOOD okay “pure” angel blood in the show but WHATEVER

- Luke was only in the one scene at the beginning and then fucked off for the rest of the episode I KIND OF WANT HIM AND CLARY TO SETTLE THINGS because he was SO MAD and it hurt my heart

- Also despite having swallowed bullshit from his mom, Max is super adorable and I love him and everything hurts

- ALEC’S REACTION TO MAGNUS’ CAT EYES WAS AMAZING

- Every time I think I’m ready to give up on this show it keeps on surprising me so I’m very grateful for that :P

#ooc #fandom stuff #weekly thoughts on shadowhunters #shadowhunters spoilers

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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OK MY ELECTRICITY WENT BUT IM HERE WITH MY LIVE BLOG. Im also wearing a tiara i found during cleaning at 2 38 am...

LXI'S STILL HAVING THOSE DREAMS

You see, that’s how Lexi functioned. Unlike Selena who had a weekly planner with her name doodled on it, Lexi didn’t like having a schedule. She would decide what she wanted to do when she wanted it.

SAME LEXI SAME

IM SORRY IF THIS IS MSOTLY IN CAPS IM TOO EXCITED

lexi

lexi why are you in pain

what what what

whats happening

im freaking out

GEORGIA

There were six of them. Each handle in one colour of the pride flag.

gimme

THE ACADEMY

NO NO NO

these demons can talk as well.

that's what bothers me the most

CLARY STFU YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU FOUGHT A WAR AT 15. I know she's worried for valid reasons but im losing it right now.

calm its ok its gonna be ok

georgia collecting the ichor-

i love her so much

Lexi didn’t think it was possible, but the sight somehow made her gayer than before.

me every time i look at amy or rosa from b99

OLIVIA

“Of course you are not dying!” Lexi said severely. “Neither one of us is allowed to die before we finish binging Game of Thrones.”

with the major character death tag right there

dont make me think of georgia getting sick

dont

The bar was extremely low for shadowhunters.

yes it is

OH MULTIPLE POVS

RAFAEL

did i just sob "my child" ?

maybe i did

im so proud of him

LEAVE ME ALONE

wait but in tid sophie was over the age of ascention too

WAIT HOW OLD WAS SOPHIE AT THE AGE OF ASCENTION

WAIT OMG SOPHIE WAS YOUNG

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

“Life is too short for bad blood,”

yeah. yeah it is

i still really like camilla

He could go to Mexico right now. His heart wanted to do it. His body screamed at him to do it.

It wasn’t the distance that was the problem. He had two warlocks at home. He had a bike. He had money to buy a plane ticket.

It wasn’t the distance at all. Rafael would walk to Mexico for her if necessary.

i screamed so loud here i was grateful for the closed door

CHAIRMAN MEOW

CYUKGUCDGYMDYUD

THE PRECIOUS CAT

WHAT IF THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH IS ABOUT CHAIRMAN???

“Y’all really be acting as if portals are like a bag of Cheetos!” Max pointed out seriously. “It ain’t $2.50, bro! Do you have any idea the energy it takes to make a portal? What people actually pay for it? I can’t be making portals for free. I don’t get a salary from the Clave like you do. This is how I make a living!”

SO TRUE

“I was going to say you should go stay at the institute with David,” Rafael said. “But you are right. You are not a baby. You can stay here on your-”

“On second thoughts,” Max interrupted with a grin. “I’m still a fetus in warlock years so I will go the institute.”

THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS

AHHH HE CALLED HER PRETTY THE FIRST TIME HE SAW HER

THEY WERE 7

IM SCREAMING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW

my throat hurts

JAIME MY BABY

Y'ALL I MISSED HIM SO MUCH

“All thanks to the amazing Isabelle Lightwood,” Jaime replied. “I think I am a little in love with her.”

“Who isn’t?” Rafael chuckled.

we all are in love with isabelle lightwood

no no no

where's anjali

where is she

dont fuck with me right now

why does diego look like a mess

“Diego,” the woman rasped. “She is coughing up blood again.”

dont

it's chapter 1

stop making me cry

THE LIGHTWOOD SIBLINGS

YUSDFGYUSDFSDGYUD

if anyone gives izzy shit for this i'll kill them

JACE STOP GOING SO FAST

“Jace, if you want to a baby so much then grow your own damn uterus,” Isabelle snapped.

TELL HIM

THIS GOES OUT TO THE WHOLE MALE POPULATION

After Georgia’s birth, they had promised each other that they would always choose the children first. If it ever came to a point, as it often did in their lives, where they had to choose between themselves and the children – they had promised each other to save the children.

dude theres a major character death here

Jace thought for a moment and then grinned at her. “No uterus. No opinion.”

“Selena has trained you well,”

selena my smart feminist child

I JUST KNOW ONE OF THE LIGHTWOOD-BANES IS DYING

AND IM NOT OK

“Do you really need those?” Alec asked, pointing at the glasses.

“No,” Jace replied. “But Clary thinks I look hot with glasses.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Alec shook his head.

Jace turned around. “Really? And your beard is for character building, is it?”

there's no use lying alec we all know why it's really there

I KNOW WHAT LEUKEMIA IS SHUT THE FUCK UP IM LOSING MY SHIT

she cant die

IF SHE DIES I WILL RAISE HELL

my throat hurts from all the shouting

“Can I get a cinnamon latte with extra cream and two sugars please?” Alec asked.

Jace raised an eyebrow.

“Magnus had a long day at the Spiral Labyrinth,” Alec explained.

“Can’t he just magic his drink?”

“Well, yes,” Alec replied. “But I like buying it for him. It’s called being a good husband.”

aww that's so sweet

THIS IS HILARIOUS

“I’m saying no one can do better than David,” Jace huffed. “He is precious.”

tru

“If you are going to be this way, things are going to be very awkward at their wedding,” Jace muttered.

“They are not getting married, Jace!”

“Do you not want them to???”

“They are nineteen!!”

“Doesn’t mean we are not allowed to think about it,” Jace pointed out. “If they get married, we will be family!”

“We are already family!” Alec all but yelled.

“Yeah, but we will be even closer!” Jace sighed happily.

“You are my parabatai!” Alec said incredulously. “My soul is literally tied to yours! How closer do you want to get?”

THIS IS AMAZING

OH MY GOD I LOVE

JACE BEING OVER PROTECTIVE OVER SELENA DATING SOMEONE IM LOSING MY SHIT

wait how old is michael

"Oh my god,” Jace gasped. “Three out of three! I win!”

“It’s not a competition, Jace!” Alec rolled his eyes.

“It is and I won,” Jace grinned. “You’re welcome, LGBTQ+ community.”

YUP JACE WON

“Can we talk about something else?” Izzy demanded. “We are not those parents who only ever talk about their children.”

Alec cleared his throat. “Right. Of course.”

“Yeah, we have lives of our own,” Jace nodded seriously.

They drove quietly for a while before they started discussing about their children’s love lives again right up until Jace pulled over at Jade Wolf.

of course...

Lily’s face was pale – paler than usual.

lily what's wrong

please lily

anjali...

lily is close to her

of course

“Then we burn all the angels,” Lily growled.

YES YES YES YES

Jace walked in that moment, sipping from his latte. “I bought donuts, y’all!”

A chuckle escaped Magnus. “Jonathan. Your timing is impeccable.”

"Is everything okay?” Jace asked, looking troubled.

“No,” Maia replied. “But at least we have donuts.”

at least they have donuts

“I love you,” he mouthed, and Alec’s heart was okay for a moment.

THE FEELS

ISABELLE

NO NO NO

IZZY

PLEASE

WHY IS EVERY POV ENDING LIKE THIS

They had put on their clothes

AHEM SIR-

they grow up so fast...

im crying

dont please

izzy

she was poisoned

oh my god

WHO

GIVE ME NAMES RIGHT NOW

Rafael drank like a dozen a day.

understandable have a good day

OH MY GOD STOP JOKING AS A COPING MECHANISM

Im squeezing the life out of Emma (my emotional support stuffed cat) right now

seelies

the first time i heard the source was angelic my very first incstinct was seelie. I didn't wanna share it because of how absurd it sounded. but it doesn't anymore.

charlotte was poisoned by a seelie unintentionally which cost her her child

OH MY GOD

NO THIS WASN'T IZZY'S COFFEE

MAGNUS GAVE IT TO HER

THIS WAS MAGNUS' COFFEE

SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO POISON HIM.

I'm losing my mind oh my god... I am so scared. Please Anjali and Isabelle please they cant...no i dont wanna think like that. tryna take deep breaths. ok. it's gonna be ok. maybe.

see ya friday!

Now I want to write lbaf while wearing a tiara. Hmmmm. I'll look for one online.

See you Friday! Also hope you had a good birthday!!!

And send pics of Emma!!!!!!!

#lbaf

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dreaming-in-alicante · 3 years

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First chapter is up!

I have 5 more chapters planned out. It’ll depend on how much work I have with the end of the semester, but I hope to update weekly!

Chapter 1: A research opportunity

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A month ago, Grace had sat shell-shocked in the Institute infirmary in the aftermath of the battle, attempting to process the bloodshed she had witnessed and the fact that Tatiana was dead. Jesse, busy talking to Lucie and her parents, making funeral arrangements, had left Grace alone for a while. It was Christopher Lightwood of all people who had noticed her sitting there frozen, who had walked over and offered an awkward pat on the shoulder. He expressed his sympathies and then, seemingly at a loss for a way to help her feel better, told Grace that she was welcome to come visit the lab at any time if she would like something to do to take her mind off of the circumstances. “You were a great help in figuring the function of the pithos that time,” he’d said before wandering off.

Of course that had been before. Before word of her confession had gotten out. Before her trial by Mortal Sword three weeks ago. The Consul had let Grace off without punishment because she was underage and influenced – manipulated – by her mother. No, not mother, Tatiana. You were never a daughter to her, Grace reminded herself. She bought you, you were only ever a weapon that she wielded.

Now that Tatiana was gone and Jesse was restored to life, Grace found herself adrift. Word spread quickly amongst the Clave about what she’d done: the misery she had inflicted on James and by extension Cordelia; her use of demon-gifted power to influence and seduce numerous men – including the Consul’s own son; her involvement in necromancy. She knew plenty of Shadowhunters would happily see her spend time imprisoned in the Silent City. She had made so many apologies that she had quite lost track, but it was not enough – might never be enough. She was still technically part of the Clave, yet no one seemed to know what to do with her. She was even invited to a party last week where everyone had given her a wide berth; a perfect example of how she remained part of things, but was held at a distance.

Grace had spent weeks alone in the apartment Jesse had found for them, reading like she had always done. Now that Jesse was not a ghost, he was no longer her constant companion. He was alive again, out making friends and experiencing the world anew. He had started training and was visiting all the sights of London with Lucie. It was everything Grace had wished for him for years, except now she found herself even lonelier than before. Jesse had invited her along to everything but it was awkward to be around even Lucie. Despite their shared mission to restore Jesse to life and her newfound relationship with Jesse, Lucie was struggling to forgive Grace for her part in James and Cordelia’s suffering. After all, it was Lucie’s own brother and her future parabatai that Grace had hurt. So Grace continued a nearly isolated existence, most days only seeing Jesse briefly in the morning and evenings.

It was the boredom and loneliness that had finally driven Grace to make a call on the Consul’s house at Grosvenor Square. She had overheard Lucie telling Jesse that Christopher was hard at work on something and spending nearly every weekday in the lab there. Surely Christopher should despise Grace after the way she had hurt his friends. Yet he had offered a small wave and smile at the party several days ago when they passed each other near the refreshments. His small gesture and her desperate state had been enough for her to gather her courage and venture out today.

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Grace stifled a sneeze as she descended the steps into the laboratory. A smoky haze hung in the air and it smelled like… gunpowder? What on earth had Christopher been doing? She paused uncertainly and nearly turned in retreat before steeling her nerve and continuing down.

Grace reached the bottom of the stairs and peered around the lab. “Christopher?” she called tentatively. “Are you working down here?”

A messy head of brown hair, darkened by – was it gunpowder? – shot up from behind the lab bench on the far side of the room. Christopher pushed rounded goggles up onto his head as he strode over to her. “Grace! How nice to see you again!” he greeted her. His skin and once-white shirt were also covered in a fine layer of dark dust. “I suppose I saw you a few days ago at the party but you weren’t there long were you? Jesse said you weren’t feeling well. I heard there was a cold going around, is that what you had? Are you feeling better now?” he asked kindly.

Grace hadn’t felt well at the party, but it had nothing to do with illness and everything to do with the fact that Jesse was the single truly friendly face in that enormous ballroom. Lucie had awkwardly engaged her in stilted conversation before being whisked off to the dance floor by Jesse. After half an hour hovering on the outskirts of the room Grace could simply not endure the suspicious glances from the other guests, and she fled back home. “No, I wasn’t feeling well, but I feel much better now,” she told him simply.

“That’s good to hear!” Christopher said earnestly. “It’s never fun being sick. I detest the medicine my mother makes me take for coughs. That’s actually a project I’d like to pursue at some point, to see if medicine can be flavored but still retain its potency. I think if one could take some fruit, for example, and isolate the components of the fruit – molecules they’re called – that cause the specific taste and – ” he cut himself off abruptly. “My apologies Grace, you obviously came here for a reason and here I am boring you. Did you need help with something?” he asked, looking at her expectantly.

Grace thought she could cry for the sense of normalcy in the conversation and the kindness in his gaze. It was the complete opposite of the stiff, clipped exchanges and distrustful stares she had received since her trial by the Mortal Sword. Jesse was there for support of course, but he also faced distrust – returning from the dead through necromancy tended to make people wary. So to have Christopher – one of the ‘Merry Thieves’ no less – act like nothing at all was wrong, it was a relief.

She would have told Christopher to keep talking about the cough medicine and molecules – the idea sounded quite fascinating – but he had asked her a question. “I…I came to take you up on your offer to help in the laboratory. That is, if you’re sure you still want my help” she said hesitantly, clasping her hands together. “I know you offered weeks ago and I understand if you would prefer me to stay away now that you’ve heard the full story of everything I’ve done…” she trailed off uncertainly.

Christopher blinked at her for a moment, seemingly in shock, before his face split in a wide grin. “Really? You’d like to work here in the lab? No one besides Henry has ever been interested!” He paused thoughtfully, adjusting his glasses. “Well, Thomas does often help but I believe he feels obligated as my cousin. It’s not that he has any deep fascination with science and invention. Although he did make the cure for the Mandikhor poison! But I don’t think he enjoyed the process.” He frowned. “I suppose solving the puzzle of a complicated antidote is much more stressful when people are about to die,” he concluded.

“So, you’re sure you would still like having me around?” Grace asked, tense. “After the pain I caused your friends, I understand if you don’t want my assistance.”

“Of course I’d like you to help!” Christopher replied excitedly. “Having another pair of hands is always useful, and you actually want to be here! As for everything with James and such,” he said seriously, “you apologized didn’t you? And I’m sure you won’t do it again if you feel so badly about it now.”

Grace was astounded. “I did apologize and no, I don’t plan to manipulate anyone in that way again,” she managed to say. “I couldn’t even if I wished to,” she added, “the Silent Brothers found a way to remove my power.” That ritual, performed two weeks by Broth Enoch, had made her ill. She spent the better part of a day asleep, and still felt exhausted the day afterward.

“Then it’s all settled!” Christopher proclaimed brightly. “Let’s see, there’s a space on the benchtop over here where you can work, I have some of my notes there now but I can clean those up, put them over with…” He scurried over to a bench on the left of the room and began tidying it, muttering to himself.

Grace followed slowly after him, still in some disbelief. Yes, she had traveled all the way over to the lab and hoped his offer to join him in the lab still stood. However, she had prepared herself to be brushed off. Had expected Christopher to distrust her now that he knew all of her questionable actions, the ways she had hurt his friends and cousins. Technically she also was, or had been, his cousin by adoption; for some reason she brushed the thought of it away. They weren’t actually related. Especially now that she had reclaimed the Cartwright surname, distancing herself from Tatiana.

“There!” Christopher announced, pulling Grace out of her thoughts. He had cleared the bench of papers and bottles and beakers, and brushed off a layer of dust. “This can be your work station,” he told her. “I’ll find you a notebook to record your findings in, and you can work with me on some projects! Or do you have any ideas or projects of your own you’d like to pursue?” he inquired.

“I read many books growing up, many containing scientific information, so I know some basic principles,” Grace said. “However, I fear that much of the information is decades out of , and I'm sure there are many advancements I have not learned of,” she confessed. “Perhaps you can tell me what you’re working on? Were you doing some experiment involving gun powder just now?”

“Indeed I was!” Christopher replied with a gleam in his eye. “For a years now I’ve been trying to adapt incendiary weapons for use against demons. Angelic runes prevent the gunpowder from igniting somehow, and unless runes are involved the demons can’t be harmed.” He gestured her over to the far side of the room where a couple of guns laid on the table, one partly disassembled, as well as a small grenade.

“You made the runed revolver for James, didn’t you?” she asked, trailing a finger over the rune inscribed on the barrel of the rifle laid out on the bench.

“I did,” Christopher replied. “The problem is, James is the only one who can use it. Something to do with his shadow powers. Even Lucie can’t make it work. Quite confounding.” He held up a very familiar object – the pithos that Belial had used to steal marks. “I’ve been testing different rune placements with this,” he said, “because I thought perhaps an indirect application would make a difference. I’ve tried inscribing inside and outside on different parts. I also have a collection of gunpowder that I put in this runed box.” He gestured with the pithos to a small cubic container, every side plastered with a variety of runes. “The gun still fires – that’s what I was testing before you came in. No telling whether it will have any effect on a demon though,” he said, “It depends on how the runes transfer energy, which is an area no one fully understands yet.” He paused uncertainly, and set the pithos back on the benchtop. “I know you said you’d like to learn, Grace, but I’m not boring you am I?” he asked, sounding troubled.

“No, not at all,” she said quickly, turning her attention away from the disassembled handgun she’d been inspecting to his face. “Truly, it’s fascinating. I enjoy learning and you do a wonderful job of explaining things.”

“Oh,” said Christopher, turning faintly pink at the compliment. “Well, jolly good then. Besides Henry, people never really want to hear details,” he confided.

Grace thought briefly that perhaps Tatiana had been right when she called the Clave a pack of fools. Was there genuinely no one besides Henry Fairchild who appreciated the extent of Christopher’s scientific work? Not even his friends? “How about this?” she said, turning fully to face him. “I promise that if I ever want you to stop talking I’ll tell you directly, but otherwise, I wish to hear every detail. Here, we can shake on it.” She extended her hand between them and asked, “Deal?”

Christopher looked bewildered for a moment, blinked, then took her hand and shook it. His strange violet eyes shone as they met hers and he said, “Deal.”

#gracetopher #grace blackthorn x christopher lightwood #tlh #tlh fic #my fic

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