#she's not allowed to leave the house looking unfashionable sorry its facts

[littlx-songbxrd]

I've sent this in to a few people but I thought you might appreciate it😌

" Kit had only been there a few weeks when he first saw the dark haired, blue eyed ghost standing next to Jem while looking at Tessa longingly. Instead of asking about the ghost directly, he said he saw an old picture the other day and was wondering who it was. He saw Tessa’s eyes fill with tears and he felt his stomach fill with panic, this was it, he made her upset and ruined everything, now they were going to make him leave. Jem’s face went from happy to mournful as he told Kit who it was. And thankfully they didn’t kick him out either.

Kit didn’t see the ghost of Will Herondale for another few days after that.

Jem and Tessa were at the store getting groceries and things for their daughter who would be born soon, Kit decided this was the perfect opportunity. They had allowed him to get all his stuff from his old house in L.A., they went to visit Diana while he got his things, but he also went to Malcolm’s house and got the things Malcolm bought and stored for him in a closet. After Jem and Tessa left for the store, and the coast was clear, Kit got the box of clothes from Malcolm’s and pulled out a turtleneck crop top and a faux leather skirt. The blond giggled as he spun in the outfit he missed wearing. He also found the makeup he had just gotten before shit hit the fan and giddily put it on, having to redo the eyeliner once or twice to make it perfect.

“That’s a nice outfit.” Said a voice behind him. Kit screamed and tripped over the box of clothes. It was Will, leaning against his bedroom door. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Yeah well you did. And I thought Jessamine said you passed on peacefully?” Kit said, putting on the mask he wore around others, specifically Shadowhunters.

“I don’t have the heart to tell her I’m still here.” Will said sadly.

“You actually don’t have a heart at all but okay.”

“Sarcasm. Nice, you really are one of us.” The ghost was smiling now.

“No I’m not. I never wanted to or will be one of you. I only ever said I was because-” Ty. The answer was always Ty. Who did he think of every morning? Ty. Who does he dream of at night? Ty. Who did he want to tell about the dresses and skirts more than anything? Ty. But no one could know that. “Because I thought I would be thrown out on the streets of Los Angeles if I didn’t play along, and I’m only still doing it because I know Jem and Tessa want me to.”

The ghost raised an eyebrow, “and is there a reason you only wear outfits like this when they aren’t here?”

“They’d think I’m a freak or something. So no, I won’t ever wear this stuff around them or even mention that I like it.”

“Why would they think you’re a freak? It’s just clothes.”

Kit scoffed, “because I’m a boy and boys don’t wear dresses and skirts and makeup.”

Will made an insulted expression. “My niece wore suits all the time, and my adopted son wore skirts. There’s nothing wrong with it, who on earth put that thought in your head”

“My dad… and a lot of other people.”

“They are wrong.” Will moved closer and hovered his hands on Kit’s shoulders, “do not be ashamed for who you are. Jem and Tessa, they aren’t going to care, and they adore you for you, it has nothing to do with the fact that we’re related.” 

His words made Kit start to tear up. “But what if they decide they don’t want me anymore and leave like my parents?”

“Then they aren’t the Jem and Tessa I know and love.” Kit chuckled wetly, he turned to the mirror and started wiping his tears and making sure not too much damage was done to his makeup. “Is there anyone who knows about all this, besides, I guess, me?”

Kit shook his head, “I wanted to tell Ty but..” No. He couldn’t. No one could know about the terrible thing he said to Ty that night. “Nothing. Nevermind.” Kit looked away from the blue eyed ghost, “actually, could you leave. I want to be alone.”

Will nodded and left for the attic, where Kit assumed he stayed. After he left, and Kit alone, just like he always felt, he started crying. It was just small sobs, he never let himself get too loud, someone might hear him if he did. He cried about everything. His mom, his dad, Malcolm, Livvy, and Ty. He cried for Ty the longest. Kit had fallen asleep in his closet when Tessa and Jem got home, and was still asleep when Tessa went to his room to tell him dinner was done. She saw the box, the pink dress that was on top, she hadn’t known he wore that sort of style, she’d have to take him shopping for some new ones before summer. Tessa found him in the closet a few moments later, his makeup smudged and ruined, and his skirt creased unfashionably. The brunette went and got some makeup wipes and removed the black stains on his face from the eyeshadow and liner, she then carefully removed the skirt so she could fix the creases, and placed him on his comfortable bed. He shivered and she quickly covered him with a fuzzy blanket, Tessa kissed his forehead and turned off his lights. She told Jem nothing, Kit would either tell them on his own, or nothing at all. "

OH GOD

ITS LIKE YOU KNEW MY SOFT SPOT IS JESSA ADOPTING KIT

I DONT THINK I HAVE WORDS TO EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

TESSA RESPECTING HIS PRIVACY AND TAKING HIM TO BED AND JUST LOVING KIT

AND KIT WHO IS AFRAID OF BEING THROWN OUT BECAUSE HES NEVER HAD STABILITY

BUT TESSA AND JEM LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND JUST-

AMAZING

OUTSTANDING

YES I INDEED ENJOY IT A LOT