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Hi Anushka! I hope you like the fic 💜

Couple: Thomastair Prompt: “I’m not going to yell at you” Rating: T Title: Live For

Thomas sighed once he was before the beautiful Victorian house at 102 Cornwall Garden, then reminded himself why he was there. He wasn’t paying any of its inhabitants a social a visit, but rather, he was there for business. He wouldn’t call the Clave’s orders business, but still, he was there for a reason and that reason wasn’t a pleasant one.

His parents returned to London the week before and his father Gideon asked Thomas whether he wanted to join in some of the activities of the Clave. Thomas had agreed on the spot because he wanted to keep himself busy. He still wanted to find whoever had killed his sister Barbara and make them pay. Thomas accepted without knowing what he would have to do. He was still eighteen, which meant that he would not be given any task that could put him into dangerous situations.

As he crossed the threshold of the Carstairs residence, however, he believed that the job that the older shadowhunters had asked of him was indeed of the dangerous category.

He did not want to be there. He did not want to meet anyone, especially him. Thomas wished that he would not meet those black eyes as he went upstairs after Risa, the Carstairs’ cook, allowed him to proceed. “You can search as much as you want, Mister Lightwood. There is no one home but me. Mrs. Carstairs told me that she wouldn’t interfere with the Clave’s investigation on her husband.”

Thomas had already searched two rooms, even if search was the wrong term to describe what he had been doing. He opened a few drawers, controlled what was on the desk of one of the rooms. Checked inside the books that were scattered on one armchair – Cordelia’s room most likely, since there were dresses on the back of another chair. Nothing interesting to see there. He was swift, tried to put everything back where he found it, and left.

How much he hated that. He didn’t like to pry in the lives of Cordelia and her mother, but he couldn’t defy the Clave’s orders. His hand hesitated on the handle of the third room. There were only four rooms on this floor, and he knew that either this one or the next would be his room. He closed his eyes as he opened the door, despite he knew he wouldn’t find him there.

“What a mess,” he commented, noticing even more scattered books and newspapers on the desk next to the window and clothes on the small sofa nearby. He decided to start from the desk since it was messier and there could be something interesting hidden. He didn’t think he would find anything there, but he still had to look. Unlike the previous rooms, he was compelled to explore that one. He didn’t know why, but he was curious to know more about him.

Alastair had been quite abrasive in the past and had spread false rumors, but Thomas believed that everyone deserved to be given the benefit of the doubt and everyone needed to be given a second chance. As much as he had felt a hole in his heart once he discovered he had helped spreading those false gossips about his family, Thomas knew that there was much more to Alastair than he let on.

Thomas found a little black book in one of Alastair’s drawers. There were just two letters written on it, A.C., his name and surname, and there was a pencil tied to it with a small cord. He thought that Alastair probably carried it around with him to scribble random things on it – he was, after all, an observer. And he was smart.

Thomas knew that he shouldn’t interfere in Alastair’s business, yet he found himself untying the cord and opening the small pad.

 December 8th, 1903.

He knows. He knows and I can’t do anything but accept it. He would have known sooner or later; better now that later. I probably deserve it, even if it hurts my soul. No, what soul. I don’t have a soul. You’re out of line. Stop. You have already cried once. Move on. Hate is better than indifference. And you can still see him from afar.

 “I didn’t think you were the nosy type, Lightwood.”

Thomas jumped. He tightened his grip on the small diary and tried to hide it, but Alastair had already stridden towards him. “I am not nosy. Meddling in other people’s business is not my style.” Alastair’s eyes fixated on the black object in his hands, and he wanted to say something else, but it was useless. “I didn’t read anything,” Thomas tried to add, but Alastair interrupted him by raising his index finger to silence him.

“I’m not going to yell at you,” Alastair told him, still observing the black diary and noticing that Thomas’ hands were a bit shaky. “I know you are doing your job.”

“I’m sorry I have to do this, but you know the law.”

Something crossed Alastair’s face, and Thomas tried to figure out what it was, but it was impossible because it lasted a few seconds. “And I won’t be stopping you from following orders. Search as much as you want. I don’t care.”

Alastair walked away from Thomas as if he hadn’t been there, as if he was just a figment of his imagination, and he took off his jacket.

“You always wear black,” Thomas said without realizing it. He couldn’t stop himself from saying it. He knew that he told him just because he didn’t want to be ignored. He was already hurt, but that hurt him more.

Thomas saw Alastair’s back tense. “I like black,” he replied, glancing over his shoulder at Thomas.

They stared at each other without breaking eye contact until Thomas spoke again. “I didn’t like your oxygenated hair,” he told him bravely. He never told him something like that and he didn’t know how Alastair would react. He felt the need to tell him, an urgency he couldn’t control. He felt comfortable to ask him that.

Alastair turned towards Thomas and rubbed his hands together. “Me either, to be honest.”

“Then why did you do it?”

Alastair sighed and bit his lip. “We all do a lot of things to please other people, Lightwood. Not everything we do, we do it for ourselves. But you know what is great? That at some point, we realize that we should not let other people dictate how to live our lives. Shouldn’t people accept us for who we are?”

Thomas thought Alastair’s words to be very vague, general. Applying to everyone but to no one at the same time. He was trying to tell him something without being direct. “If we have to change to please other people, it just means they do not deserve us.”

Alastair’s mouth remained half-open as he mulled over Thomas’ words. Thomas saw the change in his features again, because in a span of seconds, Alastair’s face went from stunned to distressed, as if he did not expect Thomas’ answer or as if he knew that he would say those words and he didn’t want to hear them.

And then, Alastair closed himself to the world again. “If you’re done here, I think you should go.”

Thomas nodded and walked towards Alastair. He wanted to talk more, but he knew that Alastair had already shared too much. He was grateful they had talked.

He didn’t dare to look at him in the eyes, but his body was still angled in his direction and he was still looking at him sideways.  “I meant well, Alastair,” Thomas finally declared, extending his hand to pass the black diary he was still holding to him.

Alastair hesitated at first, not able to take his eyes off the tiny journal, but then he grabbed it from Thomas’ hold and their hands touched briefly. Thomas couldn’t help himself and held on Alastair’s wrist, as you do when you want to drag somebody away. His grip was gentle. Alastair’s fingers trembled nervously under Thomas’ touch. He wanted to squeeze Thomas’s hand but he didn’t have the strength to make that move, and neither did Thomas.

“Do not let the past blacken your soul, Carstairs,” Thomas murmured. He let go of Alastair’s hand and walked away before he could reply.

That night, Alastair cried again, but not for the same reason he had cried after Cordelia’s engagement party. He cried because he realized Thomas was right. He thought he didn’t have a soul, and if he had a soul, it was a dark one.

How much he was wrong. He did have a soul. And that night, it only wept one name.

Thomas.

How much he loved him… but he would never tell him.

How it hurt. How it drained all the life out of him, but at the same time, it made him feel alive.

And Thomas was a good reason to stay alive.

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congrats on 8.8k! for the tsc fanfics, "i'm pregnant" with jordelia

Thanks for the request! I hope you like this 💜

Ship: Jordelia Rating: T Prompt: “I’m pregnant”

“How is my beautiful Daisy today?”

Cordelia’s cheeks warmed at her husband’s remark as he hurried to sit on the green chair next to her. They loved to eat in their small garden in the morning, especially during the summer.

She could still not believe that she had married James. He was the first guy she had fallen in love with when she was still a kid. Through the years, she had seen how he looked at her, but she never believed that her dreams would turn into reality and that he would love her back. Cordelia was the positive type, but she was afraid that her love life would be just like Layla’s, her favorite character.

“I’ve had a good night’s sleep, thank you,” Cordelia winked as James took her hand in his and squeezed it. “You’re late, though.”

James shook with laughter and started sipping his tea. “I’m sorry, I know. I should have let you know that my presence was required at the meeting, but you were sleeping soundly. I didn’t want to bother you with my annoying appointments and wake you up.”

“Nothing of what you tell me is annoying, James,” Cordelia smiled, stabbing the fork on her chocolate éclair and closing her eyes briefly because she loved the taste. “This is sublime, you should try it.”

James took one from the plate in between them and took a bite. “You’re onto something, Daisy,” he agreed, savoring the sweetness of the pastry.

“I wonder if this is good for the baby, though?”

James, who was not done with his tea and was drinking the last remnants of the cup, and almost sputtered the liquid. “Uhm, why?”

Cordelia shrugged, then resumed eating her pastry. “I was just asking, you know. I’ve never been pregnant before.”

“You’re pregnant? For real?” James put his cup back on the table and rose from his chair as if there were thorns behind his back and he had just been cut. He put his hands on his wife’s shoulders and then cupped her face lovingly. He did not care that she was still chewing. “Daisy.”

“Let me… finish… first,” she pleaded, and James removed his hands. “By the way, it’s true. It’s real, James. We are going to have a baby.”

James froze and stared at her with wide eyes. “I can’t believe it.”

“James, you also contributed to this,” Cordelia raised her brows and made an enigmatic smile. Her hand fell flat on her stomach.

“I…” he murmured, still shocked by the recent news. “We are going to have a baby.”

Cordelia didn’t think that the wonderful news would shake her husband like that. “You are adorable when you are like this,” she affirmed, grabbing James’ hand and putting it on her own. “And yes, we are definitely going to have a baby.”

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📝 "I brought food" Prompt for The Merry Theives? Congrats btw!

Hi! I’m sorry this comes too late. I’ve had this idea in mind since August, but I couldn’t find the situation to insert it until now. I hope you like it! It’s fun to write about the merry thieves because I can write funny scenes. 😆

Characters: James Herondale, Thomas Lightwood, Matthew Fairchild, Christopher Lightwood, The Merry Thieves Rating: T

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It was another calm afternoon in the Fairchild household. Or, at least, it would be if Christopher Lightwood didn’t blow up anything. He came early in the morning as he did every day. And Matthew joined him a few hours later, and brought him a cup of tea.

“What are you doing today, Kit?”

Christopher didn’t take his eyes off the table. “Something.”

“Is it something inflammable, perhaps?” Matthew asked cautiously as he walked closer to the table where his father Henry also used to play around. Christopher shook his head, but still didn’t look at him.

Matthew looked at a beaker with a yellow liquid in it and scrunched his eyebrows in disgust.

“Don’t touch that,” Christopher advised sharply. “That is inflammable.”

“Calm down, it’s not like I wanted to drink it. It looks like something,” the other replied, scoffing at the beaker and finding place on a stool on the other side of the furniture.

They heard footsteps coming from behind, and later, James and Thomas entered the room. “I brought food,” James announced, followed by Thomas.

“We thought we’d die of starvation, here,” Matthew lamented, brushing a strand of hair off his face.

“But you didn’t do anything,” Thomas said, then put a tray full of food next to Matthew.

His friend raised an eyebrow. “Neither did you.”

“The only one who deserves the food is Christopher,” James commented. “We just… watched.”

Thomas shrugged, as Matthew started eating something from the tray. James and Thomas did the same, and the three of them had eaten most of the food they brought. But Christopher did not, so James got off his stool and checked what his cousin was doing.

“Kit, you didn’t eat anything.”

“I must finish this, I’m close to finishing this,” he retorted, using some pliers to fix the thing he was creating.

In the meantime, the other two also came to watch. “Is this a clock?” Thomas wondered, looking at the object.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Matthew interjected, shaking his head. “I mean, not that Kit wouldn’t build a clock, alright, but it would be a special clock.”

“It’s not a clock, Math,” Christopher said, and everyone heard a click afterwards. “It’s a downworlder device,” he added, finally looking his friends in the eyes.

“Is it legal?” asked Thomas, frowning.

“What do you think?” Matthew elbowed him, and placed himself by Christopher’s right side. Thomas rolled his eyes in response.

The device was black, and there was a red button or lever of sorts in the middle. “What are we going to do with that?” James wondered.

“It needs to be tested,” Christopher said, fixing his glasses on his nose. He smiled slightly. Then, without adding more, he pushed the button. And everything went black, until the room gained color all of a sudden.

“What is this smell?” Matthew sniffed the air, noticing that there was green liquid on the walls of what it once was his father’s lab, realizing it must have been that which smelt badly. All around, there were vampires and faeries and more that he couldn’t place. He looked around with a shocked expression on his face. “Downworlders,” he commented, a mix between horror and astonishment.

His friends had a similar reaction. The only one who didn’t seem too fazed by the scene was Christopher. He was elated, and he was grinning at everyone in that room. The guys realized there was a clarinet playing in the background, and some people were dancing.

“Did I bring you to the shadow realm?” James murmured, but the others shook their heads.

“This is not the shadow realm, James. But a downworlder party in London’s sewers!” Matthew told everyone excitedly, and went to the people who were dancing in front of the table.

“What did you do, Kit?” Thomas asked his cousin with worry, but Kit was already moving towards the guests, checking them out. He touched a person’s arm, but his hand passed through.

“They’re not real!” lamented Matthew from a corner, voicing Christopher’s conclusion before he did.

Christopher turned, grabbed the device once again, and pushed the button. Everything reverted back to what it once was, and they were alone again. The merry thieves didn’t expect him to push the button again, but he did, and the room changed several times in the span of the following hour, leaving everyone amazed. Kit checked all the guests once again every time before he pushed the button to change the place. At some point, he stopped pushing it. “It works,” he declared.

“I still don’t get what that thing is,” James said.

“He told us, it’s a downworlder device,” Matthew replied. “Even though we’ve only witnessed downworlders partying in different areas of the world.”

“What do you say, Christopher?” Thomas asked. “What is it, exactly?”

“I told you, it’s a downworlder device,” he said, serious. “A downworlder party device.”

“See, then I was right,” Matthew shrugged.

“Kit, why did you build this thing?” James wondered. “I mean, could it be useful to us? Or it’s just something you liked working on?”

“I needed to find that demon,” Kit said. “The one who sent me the letters.”

“The iblis demon?” Thomas questioned.

“Yes. I wanted to thank him, but I’m not interested.” He put the device aside and shook his head. Perhaps he was disappointed, who knew. “Now leave me alone because I have something else to finish and I need space.”

James, Matthew and Thomas exchanged a look and smiled.

“As long as you don’t destroy the property,” Matthew warned him, then the three of them left Christopher to his experiments.

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Ahhhh for some reason when I sent an ask before it didn’t send 😭 well congrats on the 8.8k tweety!!! Could I have 🧩 for Thomas and Christopher Lightwood friendship please? 💕

Thank you A! 💜🌼🌼🌼

Here’s your Thomas and Christopher Headcanons 🧩

Christopher and Thomas have been together ever since they were born. When Kit was born, Gideon and Sophie went to visit Gabriel and Cecily with Thomas. Thomas, who was just two at the time and was very little and frail, still couldn’t walk by himself. Sophie held him in front of Kit’s crib so he could “say hi to his cousin-brother” and Thomas extended his hand because he wanted to touch the baby. Kit was waking up just then and when Thomas saw the color of his eyes and his smile and heard him weeping because he wanted to eat, he started crying too and hid in Sophie’s shoulder. This happened because Thomas wasn’t used to other children since his parents rarely took him out because they feared he would get sick. Sometimes Sophie reminds him, but Thomas can’t remember a moment where he was afraid of Kit – save for when Kit is trying new things in the lab (but even then, he’s afraid he may hurt himself while doing new experiments).

Ever since Christopher could talk, he always asked Thomas to play with him. They stayed at the Institute for the most part, and Christopher liked to show Thomas things that fascinated him, including fungus and bacteria. Thomas didn’t like bacteria but he never told Kit, because he loved to hear him talk about these things even if he didn’t understand anything about science.

Gideon and Sophie advised Christopher to look after Thomas when he was a sickly child, but Kit never told them that it was always Thomas who looked after him and tried to warn him when he saw his experiments were going awry.

For Kit’s 14th birthday, Thomas gave him a new set of Bechers because he had accidentally destroyed some a few days before. To Thomas’ defense, he was about to trip on something, that’s why he pushed the Bechers by mistake. Kit was creating a new potion that he claimed helped people digest big dinners if they had eaten too much. Christopher wasn’t mad that Thomas had done that, he was more worried because he asked Thomas to try his new concoction and his cousin had spent the entire day in the bathroom… Thomas didn’t hate Christopher for that, but he suggested to reduce the dose of the ingredients or someone could risk dehydration if they sipped that.

When Thomas told Christopher that he was leaving for Spain for a while, Kit was sad because he was going to miss him. Thomas gave him one of his favorite bolas to hold on to while he was away, and he used them when he patrolled at night with James and Matthew.

The Merry Thieves prepared a party to celebrate Thomas’ return from Spain, and decided they would just invite their closest friends. When they saw how tall he became, Kit suggested they also told their parents and other acquaintances about the celebration. Everyone had to join their happiness because everyone needed to celebrate Thomas’ return. Bridget baked a cake for Thomas with something written on it: “If you could stop growing, that would be great.” Needless to say, Thomas was embarrassed and wanted to hide in a corner, but he tried to smile when he was forced to stay behind the cake and blow on the candles Christopher had made for the event. The candles were made of Sulphur and were like fireworks, which means that they emitted little silver sparks for a few seconds after the fuse was lighted. Unfortunately for everyone, the sparks weren’t as little as Kit had expected and they flew on the curtains and made a few holes on the velvet material. Thankfully, they didn’t cause a fire.

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congratulationsss!! your so amazing and talenteddd 💕💕🎉🎉🎉🎉 📝 ‘sorry about your shirt’ helen and aline? (maybe with kids?)

Hiiii Joyce! Here’s your fic and I hope you like it 💜💜💜

Ship/Characters: Haline, Helen Blackthorn and Aline Penhallow Prompt: “Sorry about your shirt” Title: Eternal Bliss

“Wow, it’s astounding as I remember it.” Aline exclaimed, unable to take her gaze off the majestic monument before her eyes.

“I get it, but would you take the picture, please? I’ve been standing like this for ages!” Helen, her wife, wasn’t of the same advice.

It was their tenth wedding anniversary, and they couldn’t choose another place but the eternal city to celebrate. It had been Aline’s surprise gift for Helen.

“I think I’m going to bed in a few. Join me?” Helen had asked her wife without taking her eyes off the book she was reading. “Aline? What… what is that?” she had wondered with wide eyes after she saw Aline carrying an envelope. A big one.

Aline sat on the bed next to Helen and put her book aside. Helen frowned, not understanding what was happening. Aline took Helen’s hand and put the white manila envelope in the palm of her hand. “For you.”

“For me? Wait, you’re scaring me, Ali. Has something happened to one of my brothers or sisters?”

“Your family is fine, Helen. Open the damn thing, please. I’m dying here,” Aline said, biting her lip.

“Alright,” Helen agreed and decided to put Aline out of her misery. She thought she was cute when she was all worked up. The envelope was thick. Helen thought there may be a book inside, but she was wrong. “Are these flyers?”

“Open the green one,” Aline suggested. She was twisting her hands in her lap.

“Plane tickets?”

“What, are you disappointed?” fear tinged Aline’s voice.

Helen glanced at her wife. “Of course not. You must have spent a fortune on these,” she waved the tickets in front of Aline, still unable to realize the destination written on the papers. “Rome, huh?” she raised an eyebrow and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Where everything started.”

“Where everything started,” Helen echoed.

They had been in Rome for two days already. Aline had booked a fancy hotel for them even if Helen wasn’t the type who wanted to stay in luxury suites.

“It’s an important occasion, Helen. Never mind for once!” Aline had argued.

“But, but… you already paid for the plane tickets, oh my… you’re insane.”

“More like, I’m mad,” Aline corrected, winking.

“Huh?”

“About you, of course.”

Helen had smiled, then grabbed Aline’s shirt to kiss her in the middle of the main lobby, uncaring of the people passing nearby. “Come on, let’s go.”

And then they ended up in front of the Colosseum, with Helen posing for pictures and Aline taking them. Unlike their first time in Rome, this time things very slightly different. Helen and Aline were not alone.

“Mom, mom, the gelato is melting and is falling on my sandals and my shirt,” said Silva, tugging on Helen’s shirt with her tiny hand. She was only eight but she was already so strong.

Aline had found Silva in the forest three years before. The name “Silva”, in fact, meant from the forest. She had been abandoned, because Aline and her group had found her wandering alone. Her clothes were torn and her dark curly hair was disheveled and dirty. She walked barefoot towards Aline and other shadowhunters who were on a mission and aimed a long stick made of cutting wood at them. Aline had been moved by that girl who hadn’t had any fear and was ready to come at a group of five adults without batting an eye. She had tried to soothe the child and told her that she was alright, they would help her. They weren’t enemies. Silva had been wary at first, but then she had yielded after a while. It hadn’t been easy, though.

Helen looked at her daughter, noticing that she had stopped eating her cone when Aline asked them to pose in front of the monument. Now the gelato was melting. “It’s true, they are yellow now,” Helen noticed, quickly checking in her handbag if she had a tissue to clean her up. As she was doing that, she heard the sound of the camera and realized Aline had just snapped a picture.

“What are you doing, Ali?” Helen turned her head to look at her wife. “We weren’t posing!”

“This will end up on our family album,” Aline told her, smirking at her with amusement.

“Mom, when are we going to take a picture too?”

Aline peered at her other daughter from under her big camera. “When mom and Silva will pose for another picture, dear. Don’t worry.”

Aline messed her youngest daughter’s mass of blonde hair. She was named Callista and she was four. Helen had chosen the name. She had also been abandoned like her sister Silva. They had found her outside of the Los Angeles Institute one morning, bundled in a handmade quilt with a note.

I know you will take good care of her.

And that was what they had been doing until the present.

“Callista, come here too. Let’s pose together before I lose my cool and refuse to pose for pictures,” Helen complained, but Aline knew that she was just joking.

“Helen, I know you love taking pictures,” she said. “Why don’t you take Callista in your arms?”

“Callista, come here,” Helen encouraged the little girl. She was still eating her gelato but she hadn’t messed up her clothes just like her sister did. “Okay, let’s pose. Say cheese!”

“Cheese!” Aline said at the same time, then pressed the button to take the picture. When she did so, she also heard someone sneeze.

“Callista, are you okay?”

The girl nodded and then looked at her gelato cone. When she had snoozed, she had accidentally thrown the icy cream on Helen’s white shirt.

“Wow, Helen. It seems like somebody has pooped on your shirt,” Aline commented. She couldn’t contain her laugh.

“It was yours, Aline.”

“What?” Aline asked, feigning shock. “Who cares!”

“I’m sorry about your shirt, Ali.”

Aline put the strap of her camera around her neck and strolled towards her happy family. “It is only a shirt, Helen. I think it’s better like this.”

“If you say so,” Helen shrugged, then the four of them walked away from the monument to enjoy more family time together.

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CONGRATS TWEETY!!! 💕 Can I have 🧩 for Mr. Oscar Wilde (of course) and 🎨 for a moodboard of my blog? Love you girl 🥰

Here’s your moodboard 💜

And here’s the Oscar Fairchild Headcanons! 🧩 Hope you like both 💕

A small fic about the day James found Oscar 🐾🐕🐶

When James found Oscar wandering around London, it was raining. He didn’t have an umbrella and wished to get back to the Institute as soon as his feet could take him. It was Matthew’s birthday, and James couldn’t be late. He looked at the clock in his pocket and saw that he had roughly one hour before he, Thomas and Christopher would have to meet to go to the Fairchild’s. 

As James tried to shelter himself from the rain by walking under the balconies of some buildings, he came to a stop when he heard a faint cry coming from a deserted alley. He feared it would be a demon, but it was daylight and those creatures didn’t have feelings, they would never weep as if their whole survival depended on it. 

James spotted a box in the far distance and went to check what the fuss was about. Once he removed the box, he found a little ball of golden fur, all huddled together and trying to make himself warm. “You’re freezing,” James said, then he didn’t think twice and took the puppy with him. He hid the dog in his coat to protect him from the rain, hoping that he wouldn’t get sick because his clothes were already soaked wet. 

When he finally returned to the Institute, Lucie reprimanded him for going out without taking an umbrella with him, then she saw the cute pup and she decided to clean him a bit since there was mud under his paws, all of this while James tried to get ready to go to Matthew’s.

“What are you going to do with this dog, Jamie? You know mam and papa would never let us keep it, it doesn’t matter that it’s adorable,” Lucie asked her brother.

James smiled wickedly and tied the blue ribbon he had borrowed from his sister around the dog’s neck. “Don’t worry, he’s not going to stay here. I am taking him to his owner.”

“What- James, where are you going! At least take the umbrella!”

James listened to his sister despite the rain had stopped, and walked briskly towards the Fairchild’s’ residence. He was running late, but Thomas and Christopher were still waiting for him in front of the gate.

“James, what happened? We’ve been here for half an hour.” Thomas said, noticing the animal in James’ arms. “What is this?”

“It’s the color of Matthew’s hair,” Christopher commented, scratching the head of the puppy with the back of his hand. “But seriously, what is this?”

James raised an eyebrow. “Of course, it’s a puppy.”

“We can see that, Sherlock,” Christopher replied. “Why is he here? He’s adorable, ho.”

James was about to answer when Matthew came running towards them dressed to the nines in red jacket and purple slacks. “You’re here, fellas. I thought you had decided not to turn up because of the rain. And why are you carrying a puppy, James?”

“It’s for you, Math,” James said, then passed the small dog to his parabatai. “I’ve found it earlier. He was alone and famished. I couldn’t leave him there.” He didn’t say, It reminded me of you.

Matthew looked at the dog as if he had never seen one, then he hugged him to his chest. He and the puppy shared an intense glance once they were close to each other. The puppy leaned closer to Math’s neck and started licking.

“By the angel, the puppy is kissing him,” Christopher commented.

“So what? He likes Matthew. I think it’s great. That’s the best gift ever, Matthew.” Thomas agreed.

Matthew, who was still gazing intensely into the brown eyes of the puppy, nodded. “He loves me.”

“What are you going to call him?” James wondered.

“Oscar. Mister Oscar Wilde Fairchild,” Matthew declared with confidence. “Because you are handsome and have soft blond hair just like me.”

And at that, everyone laughed.

When Oscar was still a puppy, he used to ruin several shoes that Matthew cherished. Matthew didn’t like that, and scolded Oscar, but then he remembered that it was just accessories, he shouldn’t be too obsessed about them. Oscar stopped doing it, though.

Matthew likes to put colored bowties and ribbons around Oscar’s neck. The fanciest one is purple, with a paisley pattern on it with golden inserts on the design. The Merry Thieves also like to gift Oscar with such gifts and with food, and they usually do so on Math’s birthday because they decided that Oscar’s would be on the same day.

Oscar loves to be scratched behind his ears. He loves when James does it, because he remembers that he was the one who saved him from the streets.

The Merry Thieves don’t know, but Oscar has a secret power. He isn’t just a smart dog, he’s also a watchdog. He is like Church, a warlock casted a spell on him and made him immortal. He is also very powerful and that’s why he tries to protect Matthew and his friends.

He once bit Charles’ hand because he forgot to give him food when Matthew wasn’t around and he started chewing on his polished oxfords because he was hungry. 

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On Repeat // Gabrily

For @ohmygodherewegoagainnnn ✨🌼 I hope you like it!

Couple: Gabrily, Gabriel Lightwood and Cecily Herondale Rating: T Prompt: “Why are you here?”

Cecily remembered the night she decided to leave Ravenscar Manor.

It was raining, and even the thick layers of her coat couldn’t shield her from the pelting and chilly drops of water. She told herself not to cry because she would go back to her parents, but in her gut, she was aware that was a lie. The sky knew it too, and it was bawling his eyes out for the grief of the separation.

She couldn’t help it.

She knew that she had to leave and face her brother. She had to ask him to come back, to write a letter to their parents at least. She wasn’t ready to think about that she would be far from her beloved parents yet, not even when she realized that Will would never go back with her, that they would never be together if she would leave again. That was the reason that made her stay. Among other reasons.

As Cecily had grown accustomed to the life at the Institute, she had also grown fond of another person’s company besides her brother. That person was Gabriel Lightwood.

If Will angered her because he was stubborn and didn’t want her to become a shadowhunter like him, Gabriel amused her because he was arrogant and believed he was the best thing to ever grace the earth. Any other woman would fall at his feet just because of his looks. Cecily liked him not only because he was handsome indeed, but also because of his attitude.

She loved challenges, and Gabriel had been one at first, until she fell for him and decided that she would eventually marry him one day.

The next time she saw her parents, she was with him, and she was excited because they would meet him. She didn’t know how they would react, since her father and her brother still thought she was too young to have a boyfriend, let alone a husband. She had to admit that her parents’ approval was important to some degree, and she tried to hide her restlessness when she introduced Gabriel to them.

“I used to know your father,” Edmund told Gabriel after meeting him the first time. “Couldn’t say we were friends, but I was filled with consternation upon hearing of his death.”

Cecily remembered how Gabriel paled at the words, and how he muttered a “Thanks, sir,” and wasn’t able to say more. She squeezed his hand to comfort him silently, in the case the conversation would continue on this topic.

He was still trying to forgive himself because he had been the one to erase Benedict off the face of the earth. They hadn’t talked about this topic much, but she knew that he was still regretting the gesture. After all, it was still his father even if he had turned into a worm. Not matter he had killed him for the safety of the other shadowhunters as well.

When they lived at the Institute after they got married, she saw him sneak out of the drawing room often when they gathered there to talk after dinner. He probably thought no one would notice him leave the room, but she did. Every time.

She didn’t debate whether she should follow him or not. Sometimes she gave him space, but other times she didn’t. Was she nosy? She didn’t think so. She knew when to leave him alone and when to give him a shoulder to cry on or something else.

She was sure she would find him in their bedroom. Whenever Gabriel was in a wistful mood, he sat on a red armchair by the window and didn’t use a witchlight or a candle to animate the place. He just sat in the darkness, staring at nothing in particular, until he grew tired and went to bed.

She padded into the shadowed room and put a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch, despite he was spaced out. That was the extent of his repentance. At some moment during the day, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything but that day of several years before.

“Why are you here?” Cecily asked casually.

“I was tired.”

“I can see it. Do you want to talk about it?”

She felt his muscles tense under the hand she still had on his shoulder. He had probably tilted his head towards the direction of her voice, but they couldn’t see each other well in the dark so she wasn’t sure.

“I don’t want to bore you.”

“You never bore me, Gabriel. I thought you should know by now.”

Gabriel chuckled softly and grabbed her hand. “Why don’t you sit down?”

“Where should I sit- ah!” she gasped. He had pushed her on his legs, which only meant that he wanted her to be cozy or that he was about to tell her a lot of things. Either way, she liked that. She eased her head on his shoulder and tightened the hold on his hand.

“I’ve been replaying that day in my head,” he revealed after a moment of silence. He then proceeded to tell her about his feelings and his guilt. She didn’t reply all the time because sometimes you don’t need to say anything. She tried to make him feel that she supported him, that she was there in case he wanted to vent more or he wanted to hear someone tell him that he had to do that. It was necessary. He had turned into a worm; he was dangerous for everyone.

“I can’t say you will forget about it, because it would be a lie.”

“I don’t want to forget about it,” he admitted. “I want to tell my children of him and how he died.”

“Our children?”

“Why, don’t you want to have children or you don’t want me to tell them?”

Cecily blushed. “No, I want to have children with you, Gabriel Lightwood. I thought maybe, you didn’t want to.”

“You thought I wouldn’t want to have children because of my father?”

“Probably.”

Gabriel held her close to his body. “Oh, Cecy.” Cecily could smell the faint scent on his neck and hear his beating heart under her cheek. “I’m tired of his shadow looming over me. Sometimes it takes hold of my sanity and I need to be alone in order to send him away, but it needs to stop. I need to move on. I need to accept what happened and live my life.”

Cecily smiled in the crook of his neck and kissed him there. “I’m proud of you,” she whispered. “And pregnant.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m proud of you,” she repeated with a louder voice in his ear. He didn’t know but she had purposely avoided to repeat the second sentence she had just said.

“Not that, Cecy. The other thing.”

“That we are going to have a baby?”

“Yes. Are… are you sure?”

Cecily didn’t answer. She nodded, and he felt her head on his chest. He held her body close and lowered his head on her forehead. She realized he was crying because she felt her skin dampened by the tears.

“Are you happy?”

“You have no idea.”

“You’ll be an amazing father.”

“No doubt.”

And to that, Cecily couldn’t help but laugh and be thrilled.

They were going to have a baby. She didn’t tell him, but she thought it was a girl. She knew that Gabriel would live up to his self-confident remark, and couldn’t wait to see it happen in front of her eyes. She just had to have a little more patience.

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you made every difference. I will always owe you.

for @ghostjessesgirl 💜

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everyone's a little crazy. some people just hide it better than others.

for @truth-lies-hidden 💜

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be the person your dog thinks you are.

for @oscar-fairchild 💜

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Congrats on 8.8k!!!!!!!! could i request a personalised 🎨 on my blog and a 👀

Thank you Di!!!

Here’s your aesthetic moodboard 🧩🌼💜

I followed you before you were bhenchod 😆 (I will never forget what it means haha). And I thought you were super funny. I literally spilled my water once when I read you commenting Chain of Gold. You have a natural charm with sarcasm - it rhymed too - 💥 

At first I thought you were older. You seem very smart and I love how you reply to people. You are diplomatic even to annoying anons (that’s why I put that HI HATERS in your moodboard). 

You make people feel at ease even when you joke, which is hard to do. I also noticed you’re wise and creative. I think this has to do with the fact that you said you have younger brothers and sisters? Am I remembering correctly? 😅 

You seem very protective with those you love and you’re loyal. I smile when you like my posts, even when you like the pointless ones. It means a lot. You seem like the type of friend who would do anything to help her friends even if she risks to lose a kidney while helping them. 🥺

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that’s all there is.

for @kevinshahnawazday 💜​ 

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Esse quam videri  To be, rather than to seem (to be)  ~ Cicero

for @abigneignenn​ 💜

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omg congrats on your milestone, that’s incredible and you deserve it so much!! Can I get a 👀 please? 💛💛💛 congrats again!!

Hi Emma and thank you! 😻💜🌼

👀

I remember when I followed you in May. I had just returned back on tumblr after a long hiatus and I was looking for TSC fanfics, and I stumbled on your blog and read some of your fics. I think I followed you after the second fic. 😀 

I thought “this person is very talented, how can she write the characters so well?”. You seem very attentive. You don’t talk much, you prefer to observe. This is why in my opinion you are also good at writing. You pay attention to things others don’t see and are able to use your knowledge and apply it to your writing.

You are also smart but you don’t brag about it. You always like to improve yourself, but you are also very critical of your work, whether it be a fic or another thing. You are a bit of a perfectionist too. 

You seem very humble and genuine and I’ve got the feeling you’re also very shy and introvert. 😊 You don’t like to standout but you also don’t want to be forgotten. You’re always willing to help other people and have a positive and warm attitude which puts everyone at ease, that’s why it’s comfortable to talk to you. You transmit a lot of positive and optimist vibes.

I don’t know if any of the things I’ve said are true or not, but these are the vibes I’ve got from you ever since I’ve followed you. And I probably said too much, but like I said many times, I am not concise. lol 🤗💜💜💜

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CONGRATS TWEETY!!! damn 8.8k is a lot of people omg! 👀 and can i get a personalized 🎨? (take as much time as you need!) CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!

Here’s your moodboard, Lu 💜

Now what can I say? You’re a force of nature. You’re super energetic and have a lot of ideas! 👀🎉 You are also determined and try to make this hellsite a better place (thanks to your posts I discovered a lot of things I didn’t know). I can’t wait to read your wip, I think you are talented but you shouldn’t let yourself down (because sometimes you tend to do that).💕 You’re also sensible and sarcastic, when I see your posts I feel positive energy coming from them, if it makes sense 🤣 so keep being awesome 🌻

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CONGRATULATIONS!! You deserve it and many more! Can I get a 🎨 about my blog and 👀? And congrats again!! Ily

Here’s your moodboard, KJ 💜

Now on to the 👀

We met a while ago because of @revolutionarywriters, and I remember we talked very soon! I felt very positive energies coming from you, and also, I think the very KitTy fanfic I read was yours and you made me like them without even reading TDA yet. You are younger than me but I think you also mature for your age. I don’t know, I could tell from your writing. You don’t seem someone who does impulsive actions... on the other hand, you seem the type to think things through but you are courageous and always try to test yourself when you have to do something new. You also have big ambitions... 🧐

Hehe no idea if I got right 🌻💙