#Cordelia Butterfly Thomas

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

Cordelia and her pet bird she created with her magic, Sprinkles the Wraith Eater running away from Depression.

Cordelia Butterfly Thomas belongs to @aj-thegreatest, and one of the main characters of her Starkie AU series, Cordelia & Phoebe.

[aj-thegreatest]

The Gang try to manage and handle Cordelia’s Mewberty. Let’s see if they’re successful!

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Part 2 of A Beautiful Butterfly!

Ohhhh my gosh I’m sorry this is late, I didn’t realize how many drawings I needled myself to doing. Had to cut some stuff, but I hope you enjoy!

And to compensate for the lack of new cover, here’s an outfit ref for the last and this chapter!

[citadelstarcosevendeadlysins]

Fashion and SVTFOE Fankids Fanart

Cordelia Thomas Butterfly, Morphea Greason Butterfly, and Skylar Butterfly wearing a Mermaid Tail puffy side sleeved dress made by mochipanoffical (Instagram).

Cordelia Thomas Butterfly belongs to @aj-thegreatest

Morphea Greason Butterfly belongs to @dangerpack

Skylar Butterfly belongs to dreamy_artz (Instagram)

[edwinspaynes]

What is ur personal favourite, hands down recommended reading order? The way you like most, the way that's the most optimal way of reading it? According to you of course (and maybe including extra chapters) ? :))

Key:

Cassie Clare Canon -> If a short story is listed by name, it means I recommend you read it there rather than where I list the rest of the story collection. Or, you know, you could reread the story and have fun ;)

My fanfic

NOT PUBLISHED YET. Indicates a WIP that I am actively working on. I did not list WIPs that I am not actively working on.

My fanfic, but NSFW

@vwritesaus fanfic because I accept all her works as canon and also we share almost every headcanon so they fit in with all the other stuff on this list.

W/T -> Wessa

M -> Matthew

EIR -> Expert in Romantics Series

T/A -> Thomastair

TWLTB -> Together We'll Learn to Breathe Series

J/C -> Herondaisy

Note: I have only included fanfics that are fully canon compliant. I have others as does V, and you should read those too :P But these are just canon and bonus chapters.

TID

When Our Eyes Meet, Darling, I Fancy You

Have I Known You Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years? W/T

Leaves, Cider Donuts, and William Herondale W/T

Happy Birthday, My Tess W/T

Tale as Old as Time W/T

The Howling Wind W/T

My Hips and Thighs and Whispered Sighs (Oh Lord) W/T

The Whitechapel Fiend

A Tale of a Great Behemoth W/T

Nothing But Shadows

Cast Long Shadows

Come Feel This Magic I've Been Feeling Since I Met You T/A

Every Exquisite Thing

A Combination of Shock and Awe M

The Midnight Heir

The Penultimate Hours

Chain of Gold

Empty Bottles, Heavy Hearts, the Memories of Broken Dreams T & Lily

The Letter Game

Part-Time Soulmate, Full-Time Problem T/A

Chain of Iron

Chain of Thorns

Daisy, My Daisy... J/C

breathe T/A

Enouement J/C

Chrysalism T/A

Can We Dance Through an Avalanche? T/A

Serindipity Ari/Anna NOT PUBLISHED YET.

Adronitis NOT PUBLISHED YET.

A Therapeutic Chain of Events T/A TWLTB

The Closet Game A & C

The Golden Age of Something Good and Right and Real T/A

Butterflies J/C

Prices & Vices (I End Up in Crisis) M & A

Your Flower's Filled With Vitriol M & A

In the Gutter, Looking at the Stars M & A

The Name We Give Our Mistakes M

Summer Went Away (Still the Yearning Stays) M

Love Thorns All Over This Rose J/C

You Drew Scars Around My Stars T/A TWLTB

Passed Down Like Folk Songs (The Love Lasts So Long) T/A

Taffy Stuck and Tongue Tied A & Grace

It's a Love Story (Baby Just Say Yes) J/C

Soul to the Universe (Wings to the Mind) J/C, T/A, M

I Can See You (Up Against a Wall With Me) J/C

Across our Great Divide There Is a Glorious Sunrise M

Fourty-Eight M

Dreamscapes on the Wall T/A

I'm a Fire and I'll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm T/A

The Diaries of Sir Thomas Lightwood, Age 14 T/A

what's in a kiss (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) T/A

A Troublesome Tale of Truffles & Trifles T/A

Religion in Your Lips (the Altar Is My Hips) T/A

A Dazzling Haze, A Mysterious Way About You T/A

Seeking Lapsang Souchang J/C

The Crown You Never Take Off T/A

Closets of Backlogged Dreams T/A

dear christopher T/A

Life Is Not Complex (We Are Complex) M EIR Eugenia/OC

The Cheap Severity of Abstract Ethics M & T/A

Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby M & T

Got Me Right Where You Want Me, Baby (Could I Be More Obvious?) T/A

More Than Anything: A Thomas and Alastair Drabble Collection T/A

The Besotted Couple's Guide to Half-Baked Mistakes J/C

Privacy Sign on the Whole World J/C

Until the Stars Burn Out: A James and Cordelia Drabble Collection J/C

Flying in a Dream, Stars By the Pocketful T/A

Twenty Minutes T/A

hygge T/A

Like a Candle You Burnt Out T/A

Christmas on the Balcony W/T

The Surprise T/A & C

i'm only me when i'm with you J/C

Every Tear's a Rain Parade From Hell T/A TWLTB

A Dwindling Mercurial High T/A TWLTB

Bloodsucker, Famefucker T/A TWLTB

Baby You Got Lucky Cause You're Rockin With the Best T/A

Is This the End of All the Endings? (My Broken Bones Are Mending) T/A

Dinner in the Dark T/A

For One Moment, Our Lives Met (Our Souls Touched) M EIR Ragnor/Catarina

Fashion Is Ephemeral (Art Is Eternal) Matthew EIR T/A

A Little Sincerity (A Dangerous Thing) M EIR Risa/OC

The Moon in Her Chariot of Pearl M EIR T/A

Days Future: Paris 1912 T/A

A Ribbon of Dream T/A

Kaleidoscope of Loud Heartbeats Under Coats T/A

Moonlight Sonata and I T/A

Connecting the Tide to the Sand That Was Dry T/A

Love on Ice T/A

portrait of a dissipated parisian T/A

Time, Mystical Time M

TMI 1-4

The Red Scrolls of Magic

TMI 5-6

Tales From the Shadowhunter Academy

The Bane Chronicles

TDA, if you absolutely must, but I usually recommend people don't waste their time.

Ghosts of the Shadow Market

The Lost Book of the White

Sentimental Boy Is My Nom de Plume W/T

This Beautiful Beast M T/A and Kit H

TWP

[djmercy-wh3us]

Musicaline Greason-Butterfly

Parents: Star Butterfly (Mom) Oskar Greason (Father) Marco Diaz (Stepfather)

StepSiblings: Ember Diaz (Stepsister) Cordelia Thomas-Diaz (Stepsister) Alexandros Diaz (Stepbrother) Elena Diaz (Stepsister)

Siblings: Azul Greason-Butterfly (Young Brother) Celestino Diaz-Butterfly (Haif-Brother) Memphistella Diaz-Butterfly (Haif-Sister)

Fullname: Musicaline Acapella Siongerella Lyrica Roxanne Greason-Butterfly

[iliveformanyfictionalcharacters]

Bee’s Masterlist

Last Updated - 10/14/23

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Fire and Fear -  Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)

Castiel

Jack Kline (Platonic)

Gabriel

Rowena Mcleod

Crowley

Benny

Andy

Multiple

Criminal Minds 

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Multiple

Harry Potter

Young Sirius Black 

Young Remus Lupin 

Young James Potter 

Cedric Diggory 

Hermione Granger 

Neville Longbottom 

Luna Lovegood 

Draco Malfoy 

Harry Potter 

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley 

Ron Weasley 

Oliver Wood

Multiple

Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)

Glenn Rhee

Multiple

Pirates Of The Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Multiple

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon 

Violet Harmon 

Kit Walker 

Lana Winters 

Cordelia Foxx 

Kyle Spencer 

Misty Day 

Zoe Benson 

Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)

Jimmy Darling 

James March 

Elizabeth 

Multiple

The Hobbit/LOTR

Thorin Oakenshield 

Kili Durin 

Fili Durin 

Bofur 

Bombur 

Bifur 

Dwalin 

Balin 

Oin 

Gloin 

Ori 

Dori 

Nori 

Bilbo Baggins 

Samwise Gamgee 

Frodo 

Merry 

Elrond 

Legolas Greenleaf 

Tauriel 

Multiple

HOO Books!Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson 

Grover Underwood 

Annabeth Chase 

Hazel Levesque

Jason Grace 

Leo Valdez 

Piper McLean 

Frank Zhang 

Nico Di Angelo (Platonic) 

Multiple

Marvel

Tony Stark 

Steve Rogers 

Bucky Barnes 

Wanda Maximoff 

Pietro Maximoff 

Thor 

Loki 

Jack Thompson 

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Howard Stark

Natasha Romanoff 

Clint Barton 

Sam Wilson 

Bruce Banner 

Peter Parker 

Multiple

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington 

Eddie Munson 

Robin Buckley 

Nancy Wheeler 

Erica Sinclair (Platonic) 

Gareth Emerson 

Jonathan Byers 

Argyle 

Multiple

Horror

Paul 

David 

Dwayne 

Marko 

Michael Emerson 

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair 

Flowers -  Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)

Vincent Sinclair 

Lester Sinclair 

Bubba Sawyer 

Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)

Nubbins Sawyer 

Choptop Sawyer 

Thomas Hewitt 

Patrick Hocksetter 

Henry Bowers 

Victor Criss 

Reggie Huggins 

Losers Club (Platonic) 

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis 

Stu Macher 

Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)

Randy Meeks 

Tatum Riley 

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Multiple

Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)

Grease (Retired From Requests)

Danny Zuko

Kenickie

Putzie

Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)

Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)

Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)

The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)

Blurb - (Fluff)

Doody

Sunny

Multiple

[therend]

Ok so my first language is Farsi and i just wanted to share some of my favorite endearments with you. I like to imagine the Carstairs siblings using these while talking to their men, or teaching these to their men, since both Thomas and James know Farsi but can obviously use learning some extra soft phrases.

Jānam / Jan-e dēlam جانم / جانِ دلم

Jān in persian means life, soul. When you call someone jānam, you're calling them your life or your soul. Jān-e dēlam is another way of using it, and it means "my heart's soul", or "my heart's life". You can use both just to call someone, the way you may call someone dear, or idk, babe. but the way i like it best is for answering someone's calling you. For example:

James: um, Daisy...

Cordelia: Jānam?

James: can you please pass me the sugar?

Which translates to:

James: Daisy?

Cordelia: Yes, My Soul? Yes, The Person for Whom I'm Willing to Give My Life? do speak, Dear Human Being Who I Love Deep Down in My Entire Being? (I'm not making it up it means all this!)

James, tearing up: wH –

Another example:

Thomas: Alastair?

Alastair: Jān-e dēl-e Alastair? (a.k.a: what were you meaning to tell me, You Who Are Alastair's Heart's Soul? You Who Are The Reason Alastair's Heart (=his love, affection, tenderness) Lives Within his Chest?

And this phrase is actually used, and very commonly. I'm not making it up.

Fadāt besham / ghorboonet beram فدات بشم / قربونت برم

Both mean "I'm willing to be sacrificed for you". Commonly used, for when you want to express lots of tenderness.

Doret begardam دورت بگردم

Another way of saying the latter one, but with more ✨ spice✨. Its literal translation is "I would dance around you". That sounds weird in English, i know. But hear me out: you know how bugs can't help themselves getting close to light sources? There's this trope in Persian literature, about The Candle and The Butterfly. The Butterfly is always flying around The Candle, so close, because it's so in love with The Candle that it can't survive being away from it. The Butterfly keeps dancing around The Candle, admiring it. It's a tragic love story: The Butterfly's wings will always burn, flying that close to The Candle, and The Candle will cry tears of wax, seeing its lover's sad end, until there's nothing left of its body, and it, too, will die after The Butterfly. it's used to say i would be there for you, love you, adore you, even if it's going to cause me such a terrible death. It means in my opinion you're worth being sacrificed to.

Golam گلم

Gol is the Persian word for flower. It's so common to call your beloved golam, which translates to "my flower". Flower in Persian literature is usually used as a symbol of lover, since birds seem to be in love with it, and a symbol of beauty, since, well, it's beautiful. So by calling someone your gol, you're telling them they're beautiful and lovely and you love them so much.

Negar نگار

The word itself means a beautiful, artfully done piece of art (usually drawings and stuff like that). But since Persian poets are all a little bit Extra (well, aren't all poets, really?) They started using this word when referring to their lover, and they did it so often that now negar is used as another way of saying "lover", empathizing the fact that said lover is beautiful (and not just beautiful by appearance and looks, since the beauty of art itself, sinks so much deeper than just the colors and shapes you can see at first sight. God, Matthew would love all this). Oh, by the way, the word Negar is also used as a girl's name – not that you can only call your lover your negar if they're a girl.

Sanam صنم

This one's another completely irrelevant word whose meaning was changed by the poets. Sanam means idol. You call someone your sanam when you're so madly in love with them that they literally become your god. (Thinking about Mr. Hozier, huh?)

So. These are what i can think of right now! Hope you enjoy skjsksks.

Check out the second post here!

[shadowhuntertrash]

Yall I'm so mad. I had this all typed out and posted it but it posted weird and only had like half and so I went to fix it and it deleted so I had to do it all over again. 😭

Okay so OTP thing for Thomastair:

They absolutely hate fighting because it freaks them out so much. Thomas has never heard his parents or aunts and uncles fighting so he grew up assuming that meant bad things and Alastair hates it because his only relationship is was with Charles and that was so toxic so he's always afraid they'll break up after every little fight. Because of all that they give it a night to chill out and talk it out the next day so they don't have to stress about it for very long.

They love going and seeing le Voyage dans la Luna. They also love going to Paris for reasons. Every anniversary they go to Paris and spend three days there. It's both of their favorite time of the year (not that they would say it to each other).

I feel like Thomas would be most likely to be prom king but I feel like they would both be nominated. I feel like Alastair in a normal high school setting would have ALL the girls after him. I feel like he wouldn't want to be prom king though so he pulls out and Thomas wins because everyone loves him because he's such a sweetheart.

Thomas cannot cook to save his life. Sophie, Gideon, and his sisters have all tried to teach him but he cannot do it. He tried to make dinner for Alastair once just as a nice surprise kind of thing and he managed to set three small fires and get two second degree burns by the time Alastair got home to stop him. They had dinner with Cordelia instead.

I think Thomas is a really funny person and I find Alastair's sarcasm funny but I feel like Alastair when he tries to be funny is not at all. So I think he would crack up over his own jokes. (What are the strongest days? Saturday and Sunday, the rest are week(weak)days.)

They have patrol on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday so when they get home they have dinner (Alastair cooks) they always eat late dinner because neither of them can eat early. After dinner they get ready for bed and then get in bed and Thomas puts his head in Alastair's lap and Alastair runs a hand through his hair while reading a persian book to Thomas. (They can't sleep without this part)

They don't really watch movies because they both prefer books but they both love watching le Voyage dans la Luna. They both get that butterfly feeling they got the first time they watched it together and are both still amazed by the movie.

Thomas occasionally accidentally calls Alastair dude because he's used to hanging out with James, Matthew, and Christopher so it just slips sometimes. Whenever he does Alastair gives him the unamused one eyebrow raised 'really?' look.

Alastair loves animals and he grew up with a horse at Cirenworth so when he and Thomas are able to they get a horse and Alastair names it cheval which Thomas finds dumb because its literally horse it French but let's it slide because it makes Alastair happy.

I think Thomas made the first move because he had told Alastair not to come near him and so Alastair is respectful of that even though all he wants to do is be with Thomas. So eventually one day Alastair is walking past him stiffly and goes "Lightwood" quietly and then he's being pulled into a closet and Thomas is like "I can't do this anymore." and just kisses him

Innocent Thomas started the prank war because he was tired of being passive aggressive to Alastair after a fight and decided to prank him with the help of James. It started between Alastair and Thomas but eventually spread until it was them, James, Matthew, Cordelia, Lucie, Jesse, Anna, and Ariadne. They were all too scared to bring Christopher into the prank war because they were scared he'd get all scientist and blow them up.

Neither of them get too jealous but Alastair definitely gets more jealous because Thomas is a handsome, tall, highly eligible bachelor and is constantly being approached by women and most of the time he politely declines but sometimes he is oblivious and doesn't realize they're flirting and Alastair gets all pouty and jealous and is like sorry bitch he's TAKEN

Thomas wants kids so bad. He grew up with two sister and two amazing parents and just really wants kids. Alastair on the other hand doesn't because he grew up with an awful father and is terrified he'd be a terrible father too. He's scared he'd ruin their kids but keeps it to himself and simply says no until Thomas is like come on Alastair please just talk to me. And so Alastair finally tells him why and Thomas is like "Love, you would make such a great father. You already care about them so much and you may not know what to so but you know what not to. No one knows what to do when they start Alastair thats part of the journey." And so Alastair is finally like yeah okay yes.

They would name their daughter Barbara Sona after Thomas' dead sister and Alastair's mom who is braver than anyone will ever know. If they had a boy they would name him Oliver Cyrus and call him Ollie.

Thomas loves dressing up and handing out candy. Its one of his favorite times of the year. Alastair on the other hand would much rather put a bowl out and cuddle with Thomas watching horror movies. Thomas always drags him out and makes them wear corresponding costumes. Alastair starts the night annoyed but always ends up having a blast.

[lifewouldbebetteronmars]

My Headcanons for Thomastair’s Children:

Their children include; their two adopted daughters Rosie and Harriet. Reminder that this is Modern AU, bu Jasper’s can be for either Modern or post TLH. I might do this for the other ships kids if people like this!

Rosie Lightwood-Carstairs (Age 5):

She was adopted when she was an infant, after being abandoned at a hospital by her biological mother

Rosie is named after Thomas’s deceased older sister, Barbara, and her full name is Barbara Rose Lightwood-Carstairs

She only goes by her middle name because she knows it makes Thomas sad and she doesn’t want to make her father sad

To her and Harriet, Alastair is “baba” and Thomas is “daddy”

Rosie is a social butterfly kind of child, along with being very curious, two things that don’t always go well together

She has a habit of accidentally wandering off while in public and which makes Thomas worry that she’s actually going to get lost some day

Even though she’s not biologically related to him, many people say that she looks a lot like Thomas, which is true

It’s because of her light brown curls and hazel eyes that people say that

Christopher is her godfather and Cordelia is her godmother

Matthew is her favorite uncle, much to Alastair’s chagrin

She doesn’t like to play music, but likes to sit with Alastair when he plays

Rosie likes to draw and paint (especially finger painting)

Alastair and Thomas always hang up her artwork on the refrigerator, they never throw gjem out, they just give them back to her when the fridge gets too full

Rosie usually ends up giving them to her siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, anyone who wants them

She totally has Gideon wrapped around her finger and Sophie likes to tease him about it

Cordelia nicknamed her “petal” and khoshgelam (“my beautiful” in Farsi)

Eugenia calls her “Little Babs”

Thomas calls her “Rosie Posie”, everyone else has also called her that on occasion

Thomas also calls both of his daughters princesa, which is Spanish for princess

Alastair calls her eshgham, which is love in Farsi

Everyone has gone to her princess themed tea parties at least once

Lucie once caught both Matthew and Alastair with tiaras on their heads and feather boas around their shoulders, all the while drinking invisible tea and eating invisible scones

She took a picture of them and sent it to Thomas, who promptly died of cuteness overload

It was on all of the TLH gang’s Instagrams by the end of the day

She is closest to Molly Fairchild out of all of her “cousins”, since they’re the closest together in age

Rosie also loves to play with Cordelia and James’s boys, always making sure that Owen and Michael don’t leave Elliot and Samuel out of their games

Harriet Lightwood-Carstairs (Age 3):

Her name was Harriet when Alastair and Thomas adopted her, but they gave her the middle name Sona to honor Alastair’s mother

She was officially adopted just before her second birthday, but had been with the Lightwood-Carstairs since she was ten months old

Harriet is actually Rosie’s biological sister

Thomas and Alastair were told of her existence from the person who fostered her before her adoption

They immediately wanted to adopt her and they didn’t think twice about it

She has so many nicknames (more than Rosie) that it’s a wonder she knows her real name

Rosie calls her “Harryo”

Alastair and Thomas call her “Hettie”

Isidore and Immy call her “Harry”

Thomas calls her princesa and querida mía (my darling)

Alastair calls her azizam (my dear)

Everyone else has their own nicknames for her

Eugenia and Ariadne are her godmothers (she has no godfather, just two godmothers)

She is shyest one out of the Lightwood-Carstairs kids and she really only comes out of her shell when around her family

Harriet is often seen being held by her parents or godparents

Almost everyone has been a victim of Harriet clinging onto them

It’s like a rite of passage at this point

She loves it when Alastair or Thomas sing to her and often attempts to sing along with them

Thomas swore it was the cutest thing he has ever seen when he walked in on Alastair singing a lullaby for Harriet during nap time and she attempted to sing along

Alastair thinks she’ll be an amazing muscian one day

She speaks with a small lisp that everyone finds adorable

Rosie often drags her along when doing things and says the two of them are partners in crime

In conclusion, Alastair and Thomas are happy and love their children. The end.

[beyondtheciouds]

30. Part 2 of 3

"I'm not going anywhere."

Once upon a time there was disengaged and distressed damsel who was supposed to lean out of a tower, praying for a perfect escape. The mission; written on paper was simpler to read between the twisted lines of prose. A famous plot for such a tale of fairies. Instead of damseling distress, our amoured princess found herself outside a cryptic tower.

The roles reversed revealed she was searching six degrees of separated spiritual awareness for her soulmate. The girl, a strange one, indeed was traditionally quite beautiful and kind. Her fairytale qualities had made her a lit match for the handsome prince on many a destitute and dark day.

Her face; oval and cherub cheeked was sweet with everlasting sandstorm curls. Those curls bounced as the heavy axe swung around and around; slicing the prickles of thorns one by one. The last cherry kissed breaths of innocence tortured her heart as blues focused relentlessly on cutting down the evergreen thorns. She was stoical in her approach.

An emotionless blackbird; sure as her name, a stain on the glassy reflection of the burning brilliance of the sky. Light was less than an hour away and she hacked and hacked at the briars until she was untangled. Her hands stung and her muscles burned, and still she pressed onwards.

A church clock chimed five in the distance and the ghost of her remained locked in the moment, steadily tearing and threading thorns. Swollen rose petals were chanting the ancient Latin refrain quietly into the air.

Redi a fluctuationem iusto.

The sky; omnious with luminous shades of yellow and gold; red and orange burned back the black, dark desires as the tower became a pillar in her vision. As if an answer, the clouds opened, spilling tears of regret. Soaked with tears of the angel, our princess's present priorities became irrelevant. The spirits sang their misery to her; cried out the crimson spilling from her palms like a psalm.

The Blackthorns buried secrets twisted her heart; enemy snakes secondary to their belated blasphemy.

Gold simply found a new hollow; a place to call home on the pale throat of the girl's prisoned prince.

The locket was calling for her to come home.

Jesse was calling for her.

Entombed; the ghost boy was an uncurible romantic that had the bad luck of having been written on a path of disillusionment and degradation. His love for the princess had lasted longer than the stars knew. Longer than the moon felt. The heavens aligned with the planets in perfection and harmony the day he first met her in the forest.

Resurrection was his destiny.

Death had been his fate.

But, clinging to the here and now had cost the prince dearly. He knew there were decisions and deceit that clung to his soul, dragging behind him an eternal chain of thorns.

Jesse could hear her heart thumping like the beat of a drum through the crumbling ways of the castle tower. The sweet sound beckoned him like children and church bells.

Our prince, unbeknownst to either had a sinister purpose for staying in the inbetween; he had been a human sacrifice to his mother's insanity. The damning death of his father and the decaying dynasty that his mother had traded her solitary sanity to the devil for became his purpose the day he burned with fever.

Jesse Blackthorn had been meant for the destruction of herons; those desirablely efficient and elegant family of fledgling that had cost his mother everything.

Reader; a private reminder in reference to Romeo andJuliet; lovers starcrossed; mismatched by name. The stage had been set for the unsuspecting crossings of this far fetched fairytale.

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy.

Fast forward.

The forest was quiet; cold and unkind. Lucie stood in silence; listening to the dirt bend. If she listened hard enough, she could calmly calibrate the change in the atmosphere. Animals were no longer woodland friends; insects had become nusom foes with yellow eyes. The wind had stilled as if anticipation ran through the bones of the trees to the roots of the Earth. Glass jars of fireflies lit up the circle in a vibrant, blinking outline.

Bright eyes were watching beneath the brush; curious and meddlesome. The energy was in the simplest of shadows, perched as birds on the crooked branches.

Bare.

That was how Lucie felt as the shadows hung over. Jesse wasn't sure if this would work, she had known he had reservations from the start. The plan had been borderline absurd. It had taken alot to convince him out of the castle and into the clearing.

Watching. Waiting. Wanting. The spirits were impatient and impacted the atmosphere.

Judging her heart. Everyone was judging her heart.

Lucie became her worst fate; an open book for the world to read. A sigh of sorts escaped and to think the small silver lining was a lifetime away. She felt the chill of death clutch her fingers; a distracting touch more dangerous and damaged that neither ghost nor girl could imagine. Manifesting, a visible hand held onto flesh and bone, bonding.

It is alright, Lucie. Everything will be alright.

Chills deepened the thrills; our heroine's heavy heart kissing and telling even as her lips were unable to contain the forbidden phrase. She continued to repeat the latin over and over in rebellious hope.

Although she was temporarily trapped, she could undoubtedly feel the weight of contempt on her brother's face as his eyes roamed her face. Gold flared at her like a moody afternoon sun and she felt a cold calm growing inside. There was nothing more to say to convince him of the convenience of the spell.

Choosing; she could illuminate the ghosts if she wanted to provide her brother with a better understanding. Their voices grew curious and unsatisfied like a impatient hunger. They wanted to see.

She knew James's soul as sure as the hairs on her arms stood in a field of goosebumps. He would see. He would see.

Lucie nodded to Jesse, absolute and eager as a sliver of the moon drifted in slow motion to the soil. "Are you ready?"

His chest pulled in like he was practicing taking a deep breath. "Yes."

The seven sins stood behind the lit circle; invisible and evolving shapes like ships in the night. Demons summoned by the blue and gold eyes of the Herondales were restricted and restless. They were Belial's witnesses in waiting. Proof that the magic was real.

The friends nervously stood in the circle, kicking the dirt. They were very much unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows.

Lucie watched as Grace painstakingly drew the last pentagram in the dirt a few feet away with a burnt stick from the Fairchild's fireplace.

A nudge; a bump of her hip and her best friend was standing beside her.

Cordelia's presence gave Lucie so much hope. James had awoken her out of a deep sleep and convinced her to come. Lucie didn't know what James had told her, but Cordelia looked ready for a fight. She was dressed in gear as the others were; Christopher, Alastair, and James. Cortana glistened in the fireflies light on Cordelia's hip; the blade the length of her leg. Her blood-red braid swung around as she shifted the sword onto her back. She stood rigidly to the right of James, hands splayed. Clearly she was uncomfortable as her dark eyes settled on Grace.

Lucie was still greatful. She smiled sweetly in the dark, her eyes dazed.

Thomas shivered, watching Alastair with wide, bloodshot eyes. His lingering smile held to ill effects of alcohol and Lucie hoped he wasn't turning into Matthew.

The worried look on Alastair's face said he hoped the same.

"Luce, are we starting?" James asked impatiently, dissolving the silence like sugar.

The sky became eerily dark; not a bird fluttered in trees. The sun was hidden behind the hills and Lucie couldn't shake the awful feeling that unequally washed over her. "Yes."

Silence; silence hung suspicious in the air between Jesse and Lucie. She was holding back her tears as his pine green eyes turned to her. A blanket covered scream wrapped around Lucie, pulling tighter than a corset. It was now or never...

There was too much say and not enough time to speak. Lucie froze.

Grace opened the book and shuffled through a few pages. Her gray eyes scanned the aged passages; a finger sliding down and along as she mumbled at certain paragraphs. "Ah, here we are. Et mortui sunt vivi: Resurrectio."

Blue eyes blinked sinsterly in the depth of shadows among the yellow eyed foes. A hideous grin formed; broken, crooked teeth glowing gold in the pit of darkness. Some of the sins gathered together; around the skeletal smile. In their black hooded robes they were indistinguishable from the shadows.

Pink bloosomed like a rose on Lucie's face as she heard the snake calling her name. Jesse quietly let of her hand and tipped his chin up to the sky. He made his way to the center of the ceremony; transparent and translucent as the moon completely disappeared behind the trees.

Jesse was ready to be alive.

Grace was unusually skittish as she clutched the book, shoving it closed back under her arm. She kept looking at Christopher as she rejoined the circle. It was as though he held the key to something far greater than this resurrection.

Grace's butterfly lashes fluttered, but those solid stone eyes were empty; devoid of the previous day's flirtation. "Did you bring Compound X?"

Christopher nodded and proceeded to pull a covered tube out of his boot. It was the same flashy, purple liquid from before. "Yes."

Thomas eyed the tube skeptically. "Are we sure about this?"

"No--" Cordelia started but was cut off by Grace's cold voice.

"But we're doing it anyway." Grace said, opening the book again. "Let's begin."

***

Will Herondale was getting far too old to be challenging princes of Hell. He stepped forward, out from behind the glass wall with his hands grapling for a weapon among the metals. "Let Tessa go, Belial."

Belial grinned broadly at Will, the subsequent approval apparent in his silver eyes. "Or what, Herondale?"

"I will....I will..."

Tessa struggled in Tatiana's grip; her arms pinned behind her back. Her long, brown hair was loose and whipping as she moved. "HE'LL KILL YOU."

Belial smiled wickedly, "Oh, it is so lovely you haven't lost your fire dearest."

Will Herondale was in the worst shape of his life. He wasn't about to attempt an attack on the Prince of Hell, but if it just happened that was another story.

[jewishjon]

Since you are taking prompts, can you do a modern AU where Thomas meets Alastair for the first time at a (any) museum?

The Louvre - A Thomas x Alastair One Shot

Someone jostled Alastair’s arm and he groaned. He tried to push past the giant crowd, rolling his eyes. He got on his tiptoes and tried to glance at the painting in front of him, but all the heads in front of him made it impossible to see. He’d promised his art major sister he’d get a selfie with the Mona Lisa, but he couldn’t even see the stupid painting. Alastair hated being so short.

Alastair didn’t even understand what all the fuss was about. It was just a painting, and a rather boring one at that. All these tourists didn’t seem to agree. Annoyed, Alastair gave up and pushed his way out of the crowd and towards the elevator, rubbing his hurt arm. He scowled. Perhaps if he came later, it would be less busy. Somehow he doubted it.

Alastair took the lift down to the bottom floor and walked out of the glass doors, immediately hit by a blast of cold air. After all, it was Paris in autumn. He’d bought an incredibly expensive all day pass, so he’d be able to go in again, although that was the opposite of what he wanted to do right now.

Alastair leant against the wall and crossed his arms, in a foul mood due to the incessant crowds in the Louvre. He didn’t want to disappoint Cordelia, but he wasn’t sure he could brave the crowds again. He’d much rather be strolling down the Seine or hanging around in a vintage bookstore. Major tourist locations had never peaked Alastair’s interest when planning his gap year in Paris, but Cordelia had insisted. Alastair had planned to spend five minutes there and leave immediately, but all the tourists had decided it would go differently.

“All the tourists got you, huh?” Asked a voice.

Alastair looked up and saw a very tall young man with chocolate brown hair standing beside him.

Alastair raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’ve ever had to deal with not being able to see anything in your life.”

The man laughed. “Surprisingly, I wasn’t always this tall. I had a growth spurt.” The man held out his hand. “Thomas Lightwood.”

Alastair shook it. “Alastair Carstairs. You’re here as a tourist too, right?”

The man chucked. “The accent gives it away, doesn’t it? I’m here on my gap year. I’ve been here for six months already.”

“Really?” Asked Alastair. “Me too. I arrived last week.”

“That makes sense.” Said Thomas. “Take a tip from me: never visit big tourist sites. You’re just asking for trouble, and it’s not worth it most of the time.”

“Believe me, I know that.” Replied Alastair. “I’m only here to get a photo for my sister.”

“Then let me help you. You may not realise it, but you’re talking to an expert here. I wanted to see some paintings here too, and it doesn’t matter how tall I am. I absolutely can’t stand crowds. I figured out that there’s window that’s always open at the side of the building. You can use it to get in at... less busy times.”

Alastair froze and stared at Thomas like he was insane. “Are you suggesting that we break into the Louvre?”

Thomas smirked. “You could put it that way, yes.”

Alastair’s mouth fell open. “You’re mad. You’re actually mad.”

Thomas shrugged. “You can believe what you want to believe. But I’m telling you, I’ve done it before. It works.”

Alastair contemplated what Thomas had said, and was about to walk away when his phone buzzed. He picked it up, and saw he had a new message from Cordelia. It said “have you been to the louvre yet?? Did you get a photo??? I want to see!!”

Alastair paused for a second and sighed. “... fine. I’ll do it. But if we get arrested, you have to bail us out.”

Thomas smiled. “Don’t worry. It’s fine.” He took a deep breath. “Do you want to eat lunch with me?”

Alastair tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he looked at the handsome stranger. He nodded.

“Yeah. That would be nice.”

Thomas and Alastair talked at the cafe for hours until it shut at four o clock and they were kicked out. They then walked along The Seine and passed the Eiffel Tower. Thomas showed Alastair his favourite bookshop in Paris, and in no time the sun had set. It was time.

Thomas led Alastair to a corner at the edge of the Louvre building. There, someone had left open a large window. Thomas had said it was to let in fresh air to the staff toilets. Thomas climbed in first. He was so big it took a while, and Alastair had to look away so he didn’t stare at Thomas’ backside or his bulging muscles as he climbed in.

Alastair went in next, and Thomas held his hand to help him in. Alastair brushed some dirt off his trousers and followed Thomas as they crept out of the toilets and into the centre of the museum. They had to stay completely silent to make sure none of the cleaners heard them. The lights were nearly all off and Alastair had to look carefully to make sure he didn’t trip on anything as he walked.

They took the stairs up to the top floor. Alastair had to stop for a second to catch his breath, and scowled when Thomas looked at him panting and chucked lightly. They walked past hundreds of paintings, until they eventually reached the Mona Lisa. Alastair had to admit that perhaps he’d been wrong about it. It was so small, yet it was so beautiful. It had so many hidden layers - like Thomas. Alastair pushed the thought from his head.

Thomas nodded to indicate it was time. Alastair took out his phone and posed next to the painting, grinning. He took a few photos and sent them to Cordelia before putting his phone back in his pocket. Him and Thomas stood next to each other looking at the most famous painting in the world in silence.

Thomas slowly reached out his hand and slipped it into Alastair’s.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Murmured Thomas suddenly.

Alastair nodded, very aware of his hand in Thomas’. “It is.”

Thomas paused. “Like you.”

Alastair froze. Slowly, he turned to look at Thomas, his heart pounding. Thomas leant forward and their lips locked.

Alastair rested his head on Thomas’ shoulder. He didn’t know what would happen next, but he knew that Thomas still had six months left in Paris. Somehow, this felt like just the beginning.

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

Jellyfishes

Cordelia Butterfly Thomas and Phoebe Jacobs belong to @aj-thegreatest

Morphea Greason Butterfly belongs to @dangerpack

The Moon Jellyfish Dress Concept belongs to @nyahalloshop

[aj-thegreatest]

Here’s what Star and Jackie look like in Cordelia and Phoebe! Wanted to keep their styles, but make them more adult (a relative idea). Also some facts if you’re interested.

Star spends most of her day on Mewni, but comes back home…eventually. Whenever her job is done, and she’s usually late. So Cordelia sees Jackie more than Star.

Jackie runs a skate/surfboard shop (Called Skate and Surf), a rebrand of her uncle’s shop. It’s fairly popular and makes good money. Doesn’t compare to Queen money, but helps for savings

When at work, Star doesn’t wear royal gowns. Instead she wears a professional, but quirky version of her normal clothes. They also look modern! (I’ll try to have those out sometime this week?)

Both Star and Jackie try to plan out date nights! Sometimes they get rescheduled, other times they make it. It’s a toss up, but it’s the thought that counts. Hopefully.

More of a statement but Stars tired! All the time! Those eye bags came at 18, and they haven’t left since.

[citadelstarcosevendeadlysins]

Ah, the beach, it is a wonderful time to goes surfing and building sandcastle with your friend, Phoebe Jacobs. Especially when it is the season is now summer, the best season of your entire life, Cordelia Thomas Butterfly! You can goes and have fun at the beach every day until September.

However…

A hardstyle music start to play in the background. That is odd? You could have swore that you heard only just seagull cawing and the ocean waves with car driving and the smell of gas in your nostril. You listen to the music carefully and felt drowsy, not before picking up the beautiful melody. A familiar melody.

Your eyes widen in absolute shock and fear. Your mind went down memory lane, when The Magical High Commission and Dari, with inside help, manage to saves you.

“Interesting,” said the Magic Aficionado, Dari Oridonia-Bloomgren examined you. You felt uncomfortable when being watch. Especially when you were in your mermaid form. You hate being the center of attention. “Who would have thought a mewman is powerful enough to put a mermaid to sleep. Wish I were there for further research.”

“Be careful what you wish for. Wishes do have consequences as well,” said Rune, a member of The Magic High Commission. Then they turned to you. Their eyes are serious and concern for your safety. “Don’t listen to her music, Princess Cordelia,” they said. “You’re lucky you made it back alive. She is a dangerous criminal.”

Remembering Rune’s warning, you grabs a hold of your best friend’s hand and fleeing to safety.

“Oh no, no, no! I should have listen to Rune’s warning! And Dari’s-!” You said, then quickly realize something. “I need to get her advice!”

Phoebe, your best friend and current wielder of your wand is surprise and do not know what it is going on. The music and your reaction.

“Since when you listen to Dari?” Phoebe questioned.

As you and your best friend run for safety, Sloth, also known as Morphea Greason Butterfly take a notice of the two girls fleeing. It is absolutely tiring to look at the two, after finally coming to this universe. Oh well. They will never escape her concert. Meanwhile Apollo, whose listen to Morphea’s music, sadly passed out and is now sleeping on the pavement. Oof.

Apollo, son of Brittany Wong and Oskar Greason belongs to @yah-gurl-ari, AJ’s friend and editor of Cordelia & Phoebe.

Cordelia Thomas Butterfly, Dari Ordonia-Bloomgren, Phoebe Jacobs, and Rune belong to @aj-thegreatest, the author of her Starkie AU series, Cordelia & Phoebe.

Morphea Greason Butterfly belongs to @dangerpack/@citadelstarcosevendeadlysins.

[edwinspaynes]

Butterflies

A Herondaisy drabble based on @hanelizabeth's beautiful art. Also, @angeldaisies, I think you'll like this one too.

You can read it on Ao3!

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James dimly recalled Cordelia once telling him that she looked better in deep hues rather than pastels. She could not have been more wrong. James knew that his wife would be beautiful in anything she chose to wear, make the wings of his heart beat heavily until it took off inside of his chest. And now, looking upon her in her newest gown, James felt those wings take flight and lodge in his throat.

He was lost for words. Breathless. Angel, Cordelia was a dream beyond anything he had ever imagined.

She spun around, an impish smile on her face. "So, do you like it? I know it is far from my usual attire, but I rather liked all of the butterflies on the skirt." She paused. "There's just so much... so much whimsy-"

James knew that his golden eyes were smoldering as he took her in. "'Whimsy' is perhaps not the word I would assign to what I am currently feeling," he said, his voice deep and rich. He laughed, a low sound in his moth-addled mouth as the butterflies moved low in his belly. "I am thinking more along the lines of 'beauty' and 'excessively hopeless desire.'"

In an attempt at true whimsy, James waggled his eyebrows, and Cordelia laughed. She strolled up to him, lifted a finger, and poked his nose. "Your expression is truly quite amusing," she informed him lightly. "As though I am some sort of angel come to life, though I assure you that I am having far too much fun teasing my husband to truly be angelic."

Up close her opal earrings winked. They were set in gold, bringing out the glint of the globe necklace that James still remembered being fastened around her neck for the first time. The gold complimented the flame of her hair perfectly, and the blue...

Well, that brought out the sky shade of her gown, and the white accents and butterflies and sash offset her rich brown skin. The curve of a smile graced her lips, and James...

He wove a hand around her waist.

He pulled her in close.

And when their lips met, the butterflies in his throat and stomach became too much to bear. He made a small noise of desire as he trailed his hand up the small of her back to rest at the nape of her hair, the thick red chignon brushing the sides of his hands...

Cordelia pushed him away with a giggle. "Do control yourself," she said. "There shall be plenty of time for that tonight, and I will wear the dress if you want."

"I certainly would not complain," James told her in perhaps too agreeable a tone. "But you're right. As much as it pains me to let go, I would not wish to miss our dinner reservation. You know that I can never say no to duck ala orange, tempting though it may be."

-

The duck was good, but Cordelia was better.

She sat across from him devouring her lamb chops and parsnips, talking of a ridiculous dinner that she had recently had with Thomas and Alastair at their home in Cornwall Gardens. "I am telling you, Alastair gave me those lemons to mock me," she said. "You know how I find them too sour!"

"Very rude of him," James agreed, though there was no mirth in it. He liked Alastair. "Next time we have him over, we'll find a way to get him back. Perhaps an extra lump of sugar in his tea?"

"Oh, no. Set out blackberry tarts and pretend that there are not enough for him. He will be horribly overset by the time I reveal that there are, in fact, more in the icebox."

James laughed.

Over dessert, he told Cordelia about the time that he had gone to a market in Alsace with his father, an overcast day when the sun shone over dozens of cards filled to the brim with books. "And that was my first experience with a pop-up stalls," he said. "And now they are an eternal part of my existence."

"Oh!" Cordelia clapped her hands. "I remembered something. Next week in Camden there is to be a book fair. I saw a flyer for it at Comb's Coffee."

"Well, we're going. Mark the date," he told her. "And I will, of course, buy you all the books you want."

Cordelia grinned radiantly, and the opals in her ears sparkled. "Sounds like I'll be requiring a handcart," she said.

"And don't worry," James told her. "I'll select the most insufferable-looking bargain romance that I see so we can read it before the fire and laugh at its nonsense all night."

"My favorite kind of sleepless night," Cordelia agreed.

"You mean second favorite," James argued.

"No, actually, I don't." She smiled. "Though, of course, our other activities are a very close second, I very much just enjoy spending time with you."

She is my best friend, James thought unbidden. Absolutely and completely, I am hers.

And when he finally peeled her butterfly dress off after a night of laughter by the fireplace, he did not forget that.

[julemmaes]

Could you do "does this help" for thomastair please? Your writtings amazing, if not thats totally cool!

You can go home now

Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs war au

“Does this help?”

This is actually the second part of something I wrote back in July, here is the first part, it is not necessary to read the first part and I’m sorry if this is sad as fuck, with a not so nice ending, but I hope you enojy it:)

Word count: 1,537

When Thomas woke up, he didn't immediately realize where he was. He heard the screams of his comrades, of the soldiers surrounding him. They were not just cries of pain, they were cries of despair. Screams of people who knew they had nothing left. That they had lost every shred of humanity they had when they were born.

They had captured him. It had to be that way.

He tried to open his eyes, unsuccessfully, and panic almost entirely assailed him when he heard someone put his hand on his arm. He opened his mouth to scream, but found he could not make a sound. His throat closed again, blocking his breath, but the person next to him put something on his face, more precisely on his mouth, and the excruciating pain that ran through his veins almost made him faint. He took a breath of air and the oxygen from what must have been a mask entered his lungs.

His face, he suddenly remembered, had been completely burned.

"Thomas?

The boy stopped thinking. His breathing was still irregular but facilitated by the use of the oxygen mask.

"Thomas, please tell me it's you."

If even Alastair couldn't recognize him, he must have been in more than critical condition.

He tried to move his head, to open his eyes again, but the pain was too much and a sob broke out of Thomas' throat. He felt that Alastair grabbed his right hand, the one that had not been hit by the acid bomb and squeezed it. Thomas closed his fingers around his fiancé's and sighed. He felt the other one's hand shake and he just wanted to look at him once. Just once before he passed out from the pain. He felt it in his bones. He wouldn't stay awake for much longer.

"You are alive." Alastair whispered, "You are alive."

Thomas squeezed his hand harder and sobbed.

"I know, my love. I know." Now the other one seemed to be crying too. Someone else approached where Thomas was lying and settled down next to Alastair.

"Here with me is Cordelia." He cleared his voice before continuing to speak, " She was the one who found you. She found all of you."

Thomas inspired abruptly. She had seen Matthew, Christopher... James.

"Yes Tom, I've seen them," replied the girl, having sensed the path of his thoughts. The hoarse and tired voice of those like him who were fighting in the front line. "I couldn't bring them back. I arrived when they started with the fourth bombardment. I saw you fall from the edge of the woods, I saw you crawling before you were hit," she said in a trembling voice.

Alastair resumed after a few seconds of silence, Cordelia probably unable to continue her talk, "She was with Charles and Anna when they found you, but the other two were too badly injured and it was impossible to bring them all back." Another pause, much heavier than the others. Thomas wanted to scream. "We lost Lucie too."

He didn't give himself permission to assimilate those words, to think about what it would mean to go back to Will and Tessa and have to tell them that none of their children would come home. With every strength left in his body, he brought his right hand to his head, touching his eye that he knew was healthy, intact and unharmed. Alastair's hand followed his, helping him support the weight of his arm. He touched his eyelid, trying to open his eye forcibly and when one of the two Carstairs siblings realized what he was trying to do, his hand was lowered.

"Wait. I'm going to find something to wipe your face, don't try to open your eye, okay?"

Thomas wanted to nod, but he couldn't. He heard Cordelia walk away and ask someone for a wet rag.

Alastair handed him a hand on his cheek and then darkness struck him.

When he woke up the second time, the pain had not diminished and the screams of his companions seemed more numerous. This time he realized that he was in a field hospital.

He had never been there. He had never seen one, but Lucie - their dear little Lucie - had been one of the doctors who worked there.

He tried to move his toes and when he could only move his left foot, panic took over again. When he managed to open his right eye he almost vomited in front of the ones in front of him. He closed it immediately, blinded by the light and all that red.

How could they be alive? How could they still breathe, all those people who had pieces of foreign objects stuck in their chest, in their limbs. How could they have survived such wounds?

Thomas tried not to think that they would probably be temporary wounds. That the real wounds would be mental. Scars so deep that they would never heal completely.

He reopened his eye and saw Alastair sleeping next to him. He let his arm fall out of bed and lightly hit his boyfriend's shoulder. He noticed with no little happiness that Alastair still had his ring on his left hand.

The boy woke up up and jumped up, looking left and right in search of the threat. Thomas sighed what little the wounds allowed him. This would be their life from now on if he survived. Hospital beds and traumatic awakenings.

When Alastair realized that he was relatively safe, he sat down again, taking a fleeting look at Thomas, before putting his hands over his face and resting his head on his mattress.

He looked up at Thomas and, in a dragging voice, asked, "How are you feeling?

If Thomas could have laughed he would have done so. How was he feeling? He had no mobility in his right leg and the left side of his body was so burned that the pain in some places was not even there. Every nerve end burned and fused with the skin.

"Stupid question, sorry."

Thomas opened his mouth and realized he could only do it partially. Shit.

Alastair grimaced and his eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry Tom."

Thomas looked at him and felt empty. All those feelings, those famous butterflies in his stomach... they had always been there, and yet now it was as if they were dead and rotting inside him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Alastair get up and lean out behind the bed, when he sat down again he had a glass in his hand.

Water.

God.

How long has it been since he had drunk.

He must have moved unintentionally because Alastair laughed, before putting his hand on his right shoulder and squeezing it slightly, "Calm down," he said to him in a peremptory tone, "Now I'm going to lift the top of the bed slowly, so that you can sit down, if you feel pain, squeeze my hand." he continued, proceeding with the framing of his fingers to Thomas'. He gave Alastair two quick squeezes to make him understand that he had understood.

The latter placed the glass back on the bedside table and began to lift the back of the bed.

As soon as he reached a certain position the skin on Thomas's left side began to pull so much that the boy was forced to lift his hips out of the bed, which caused a pain in his right thigh so strong that he saw everything black for ten seconds. When he returned among the living, Alastair looked at him apologetically with tears in his eyes. The bed had returned to a height where the discomfort was bearable.

Cordelia arrived with something in her hand and when she lifted the object Thomas almost laughed. Leave it to her to find a straw on the battlefield. "Does this help?" Alastair thanked her and then sat down again, placing the glass so that it was close to Thomas' mouth.

The first sip was a blessing.

It's been days since he drank such clean water. Maybe weeks.

He was certain that he had survived thanks to the IV he had now attached to his body, but before arriving here, at the hospital, he and his companions had gone on to drink from the puddles they found on the path.

The weeks went by slowly and Thomas did not speak. He became feverish after the first transfer and the day before his return to his motherland his condition became so critical that he could no longer leave. The wounds had become infected and by now the infection had reached his heart. Anna, Charles and Cordelia had said they would stay with Alastair, but he had begged them to go home, to stay with their families. They were all mourning, they needed to be with their parents.

Thomas Lightwood died a few days later, lulled by the arms of what was to become his husband only three weeks later, his last words to Thomas being “You can go home now.”

Finally at peace with himself, he reached his friends and his cousins, happy to be able to rest for eternity.

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