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Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu

Kit Herondale, Tessa Gray, Jem Carstairs, Ty Blackthorn, (Kit/Ty)

Wordcount: 2259

Just ahead of The Wicked Powers, while still living in Devon, Kit bites a vampire and Ty is there to witness the aftermath.

(inspired by @sandersgrey 's post about Kit biting a vampire. Although maybe not quite as light-hearted as the original post intended - but hey, I am still moving out of my whumptober phase back to fluff, lol)

Tessa was refilling the kettle in the dimly-lit kitchen when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Kit leaning against the wide door that led to the rest of the house. His face was an odd mix of shame and pride that stirred up faint memories, as he hung back in the shadows. She could tell from his crossed arms and defensive posture that he was trying to find the right words to say, that would minimise the impact on her. Her heart ached that he still felt the need to do that, despite the almost three years he had spent with them.

She had expected a quiet evening and perhaps that had been her first mistake. Mina had gone down quite quickly and Kit had left to spend time with friends and she hadn’t expected him back until much later. Despite recent close calls that had led them to have to open up their carefully protected bubble at Cirenworth, she had hoped he could have a few more carefree evenings before the weight of the First Heir business fully settled on his shoulders.

She put down her spoon and said carefully. “Darling, I can’t help unless you tell me what happened.” He didn’t immediately reply and Tess revised her strategy - this wasn’t her first time raising a teenage boy. She held out her hand. “Can you pass me the milk please?”

He sighed, hanging his head as he went to the fridge. Tessa noted his torn shirt, the dark smear at the corner of his mouth, and flush on his cheeks. Clearly he had been in a fight and she watched as he handed her the carton and then fiddled with his sleeves, as he looked down at the kitchen tiles. “Look- please don’t ask how it happened… but I um- I might have bitten a vampire.”

Tessa tried to keep her face carefully blank but she could see Kit’s eyes narrow underneath his shock of blond curls and she knew that she had given something away.

“You did what?!” Jem’s shocked voice carried from the next room. At that, Tessa knew a fleeting smile slipped through. In many ways Kit was very different to the Herondales of her past but occasionally there were some striking parallels.

“It’s not funny,” Kit said grumpily, grabbing some paper towel and patting at a bite on his arm, as he stalked the kitchen table and sat down. He clearly hadn’t expected that reaction from her.

Tessa exchanged a knowing look with Jem as he walked in, and he made an immediate beeline to do another once-over on Kit to check for further injuries. “Indeed, it’s not.” She made some quick calculations in her head as she eyed Kit. “I’m not sure we have enough holy water here so I’ll have to open a quick portal to the London Institute so we can grab some from the sanctuary.”

Jem nodded from where he had knelt in front of Kit. “You’re in for a rough evening, I’m afraid,” he told Kit, sympathetically. “But it’s essential to ensure that we flush out the vampire blood from your system.”

Kit looked suspiciously at Jem. “What do you mean? I thought I was going to get a lecture on Shadowhunter-Downworld relations- but look, this guy was an asshole. Mari and her friends weren’t even at the pub yet and he was already complaining about the stench of dog,” he shook his head. “Speaking of-” He pulled out his phone and was quickly texting away, at the same time as he was explaining, a skill Tessa always found fascinating. “They were going to be late anyway- but I guess I need to tell them not to head there,” he said. “That vampire left after I dealt with him but I don’t think the pub owner is too happy with me and I don’t want him to take it out on my friends.”

He looked up then, his blue eyes unhappy but resolute. He shivered. “Look- I know I’m supposed to be keeping a low profile but I guess I figured- given I’m heading to New York in a couple of weeks, it wouldn’t make a big difference if I dealt with this rude vampire and...” he trailed off, his shoulders hunched, as if he still expected to be yelled at, and Tessa’s heart again ached for him. She bent down and gave him a quick hug.

“Kit- it’s fine but we’ll need to start the treatment now or it will be even more unpleasant,” Jem said.

“Treatment? Oh - oh no,” Kit said, as another shiver rocked through him. “What do I have to do?” he asked, looking at them both with trepidation. “I guess I didn’t think this through…”

“Strangely, you’re not the only Herondale this has happened too,” Jem replied. “Come on- follow me and I’ll explain. I think it’ll be best if we do this in the conservatory…”

Tessa was already opening up the Portal.

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Ty was finishing up his notes in the library when he felt Irene’s nose butt against his knees. She was looking up at him and she placed a paw on his knee, a familiar gesture that he recognised as one where she wanted to show him something.

“Lead the way, Irene,” he said, standing up. His hand slipped to his set of knives on his weapons belt that he wore as Centurion-standard issue, and he eased one out as he followed her down the dark hallways. He recognised quickly that they were headed towards the Institute’s sanctuary. He briefly wondered if he should send a quick fire message to Anush, who had gone up to bed already, given he was heading into the one unconsecrated place in the building. But he didn’t bother.

As he crept around the corner, he could see the door open, and a shining Portal open. Behind him, he heard the scrape of footsteps and he whirled around, readying a defensive crouch, as he came face to face with a very surprised Tessa Gray.

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It was the right thing to do, to offer to help, Ty reminded himself, as he followed Tessa through Cirenworth’s homely kitchen. As he tightly held the bucket of holy water in each hand, those strange flip flops that he remembered Julian always describing as butterflies, fluttered in his stomach.

This wasn’t his first time seeing Kit since he had left L.A. - having both turned 18 and now counted as fully grown Shadowhunters - they had attended the war council that the Clave-in-exile had held in New York at the new Academy a few weeks ago. But it had only been from afar, and neither had approached the other.

But now… as he entered into the airy conservatory, Ty could tell this encounter would be different. Tessa and Jem had disappeared back into the house, to get more water and supplies for Kit.

Kit was huddled over in a plastic lawn chair, and he was stripped down to a tight undershirt and some loose shorts, his hair soaked, curls clinging to his forehead.

“This is so fucking unpleasant,” he moaned. The moonlight shone down through the glass windows, reflecting off droplets of water that had slid down down his neck and arms, following the trails of well-defined muscles.

Ty tried not to gape. “I… I can imagine,” he said awkwardly. “Although it was a stupid thing to do... to bite a vampire.”

Kit’s head snapped up at the sound of another voice. In the shadowy, dim light, his eyes glinted an icy blue, reminding Ty of the icicles that hung off Scholomance buildings in winter.

“Ty…” he said, and his voice was almost as frosty.

Ty tried to keep his expression neutral. He moved forward and set down the buckets in reach of Kit, and then stepped back. It was clear that he should leave, he thought. Kit didn’t want him here, and Ty didn’t blame him.

But Kit was looking at him with a strange expression on his face. “Are you even really here?” He shook his head, letting out a familiar laugh that sounded both a little lost and cynical.

It had been years since he had heard that laugh and Ty was so surprised at the strength of memories it stirred up that he didn’t reply immediately to Kit’s question.

“This vampire blood is super potent and I wouldn’t be surprised that it messes with my head like this,” Kit said, as he reached down and grabbed a bucket, and took a deep drink, shuddering as he did so. He paused, watching Ty closely and then in an almost casual shrug, he set it down again, and reached behind, peeling off his soaked t-shirt one smooth move, revealing more bare skin and well-defined muscles, peppered with the occasional black rune and the more common white scars from used up Marks. He then dumped the remainder of the water over him, shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes.

“What- what are you doing, Kit?” Ty asked, almost involuntarily taking a step back. He could feel his heart pounding as he dropped his gaze from Kit’s chest. He tried to steady his breathing - he knew, knew - had figured out over several years and and several short term relationships- that he was gay but he wasn’t sure he should be having this type of reaction to an old- well, he wasn’t sure what Kit was - anymore.

And he also felt the same stirrings of old anger that despite time and distance still stuck around, which he wasn’t proud of but couldn’t get rid of, whenever he thought about Kit. What was he even trying to do here?

“I feel like I’m burning up,” Kit told him, his voice hoarse. Ty felt rooted to the spot, as he watched Kit approach the second bucket, trying to decide if he should - could - help. He felt his legs move almost under their own accord, and he snatched the bucket up before Kit could.

“Go, sit back down,” he told Kit. “Jem and Tessa will be back with more soon, but you should keep drinking it mainly - I’ll splash some on you when the burning gets to be too much.”

Under long, wet eyelashes, he could see Kit assessing him. “All right, vampire-hallucination-Ty,” he said, in an almost cheerful manner. He made his way back to the plastic garden furniture, slumping in a way that was still oddly regal, Ty thought.

“I’m not imaginary,” Ty said, crouching down to pour some of the water into the glass tumbler beside Kit’s chair. He looked up to find Kit watching him closely, and Ty almost wanted to meet his gaze. But he knew that he didn’t dare and he quickly looked beyond to the darkness that lay beyond the windows of the conservatory.

Kit stiffened as their fingers briefly touched but he still accepted the glass of water from Ty.

“Great,” he muttered. He took a big gulp. “Maybe you’re not but…” He kept looking up at him, and Ty felt strangely exposed. He wished Tessa and Jem would return.

“But what?” he asked, despite himself.

“Nevermind,” Kit said, his cheeks flushing.

Ty was suddenly tired of whatever game it was they were playing, or dancing around. “I’m going to leave then, Kit - unless you have a specific request?” he said, keeping his eyes down and far from the temptation in front of him.

There was silence, and then: “Can you- can you draw an iratze?” Kit asked. “I don’t know how much it will help but…”

Ty shut his eyes for a moment but it didn’t take him long to come to a decision. He opened them, still looking at the ground, and gave a brief nod, reaching into his belt for his stele.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kit tentatively hold out his forearm, and again Ty was awash with old memories. He wondered if Kit was feeling the same.

“No,” he said, and he felt rather than saw Kit recoil, pulling back. But Ty summoned up his courage. “Runes are much stronger when placed near the heart - I’ll put it there.”

“Okay,” he heard Kit say softly but Ty was focused on his task, not allowing himself to think of anything else but finding the right spot, clear of any old silvery Marks, not allowing himself to think of anything but drawing the clean black lines of the iratze. Even as the softest whisper of breath passed his cheek and he was aware of full lips just out of his line of sight that might’ve, if he wasn’t imagining it, whispered his name.

He stepped away, just as he could hear the sound of footsteps and Tessa’s light, musical voice returning to the conservatory.

“Thank you,” he heard Kit say.

Ty nodded. “I should go,” he said, as Jem set down more buckets. Tessa bustled forward, lovingly smoothing the hair off of Kit’s forehead, as he looked up at her with relief.

And so Ty turned and walked out, back through the kitchen and place where Kit had made his new home, all the while pushing down unwelcome truths crowding his thoughts and that were traitorously threatening to make him turn around again, to make sure Kit was okay. And he couldn’t let himself get distracted, not this time.

He walked through the Portal, back to the quiet halls of the London Institute.

Fic title taken from the song of the same name by The Maine

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James Carstairs and Tessa Gray Fan Fiction - After the War

The night in the middle of June was always cold. But it was the cold that you could enjoy while sitting on a balcony in La Della near the harbor; with the small fire burning near you, the yellow lights burning softly, small chattering from other guests in the restaurant, and the feeling of freedom was a pleasure he wouldn’t want to change for anything. He stared back at a pair of gray eyes in front of him, the smile on her face made his heart beat faster and heavier by the minute. It was the feeling of finally unleashing his suffocating feeling of missing her. James Carstairs reached Tessa’s hands, sharing the warmth between them when the wind blew her hair, the lines of it added beauty to her features. He thought of how long he had spent as a silent brother and couldn’t think of any way of how he could possibly hold in so much pain; pain of loss, grieving over Will, missing him and in the same time knowing he couldn’t bare his own pain when he knew Tessa would be with Will. But since it was Will, he would give everything, given up anything; even his love. He thought he would forever think about Tessa in his dedication as a Silent Brother if it wasn’t for Jonathan Herondale he would probably still be trapped. But now that he was here, he couldn’t touch her without thinking of Will, the fact that Tessa was the widow of his Parabatai. “What are you thinking about?” Tessa firmly held his hand, willing him to say. He shook his head a little, a smile playing on his lips. “Will,” He said, realizing he was bringing pain to this lovely dinner. Magnus had put so much effort on making his friend open a table for him and Tessa, insisting they should spend a romantic night together after the war. After the waiting. A flash of pain washed her face, her shoulder tense, “I miss him too.” “I know that I asked you before if you still wanted to have me,” He began, “But I realize I’m asking so much of you and that you are Will’s wife. I, even if he is not here anymore, how could I? Knowing that you were with him and now that he is..” He took a sharp breath, “It is almost as if I waited for him to be gone,” “Jem!” He looked up at her, surprised. He had expected her to agree, to say that she also thought the way he did and felt awkward no matter how much she loved him, but not this reaction. As if he had explained that there were two suns. “You can’t think that Jem, not after all these years.” “But it is true is it not?” “You didn’t know how things would have gone. How can you think that I am here with you now because Will is not here anymore? I remembered I remember Will thinking he had taken me from you, but you left to be a Silent Brother for all of our sake. Because Will couldn’t imagine loosing you and neither can I.” She pulled her hand from his and he felt a tinge of regret. He should have never brought up the subject. “Tessa, please, I am sorry if I have made you upset. It was not my attention, I only wanted to share this with you. My burdens...” “Oh James,” She whispered, “I love you, so much. Loving you and Will, it's almost as if I ripped my heart in two. All of this years living away from my family, without Will nor my children anymore, away in the Spiral Labyrinth, each day I survived because of you. Because there is still a piece of my heart here, how can I take my own life?” “Tessa!” Now it was his turn. Her words had made him tremble inside, but have she really thought of taking her own life? “You... have really... you cannot!” She smiled gently, “I know what I am risking when you asked me If I wanted you, I would feel it all over again, and I would be alone one day. But this is my chance to be with you more and it is worth it. You are worth it, James Carstairs, I’ve waited a hundred years for you.” His eyes widened and he didn’t remember thinking as he stood to walk and step around the table, holding her head up to kiss her on her lips. And as he did, his body tensed with dark pleasure, the night when he kissed her the first time was relived. It was almost as if they were at that time again, with Will sleeping in his room, Charollete and Henry working on Mourtmain's case, and Sophie somewhere in the house. And then everything was gone. He pulled her up and sat on the chair, Tessa sitting on his lap; her hands around his neck, clutching the back of his head, their breath touching. He didn’t remember her lips being so soft, the pleasure of it awakened something in him, something he thought had died when he joined the brotherhood. She gasped, holding on his wrist as he felt her leg, down from her knees to under her skirt. An image of their bed at home filled his mind. If only they were at home, he would rip these of her. “James, stop,” Tessa whispered to his ear, “We are still in the restaurant,” “On a private balcony,” He added, but stopped, still in a daze.” “It doesn’t stop them, we have an audience,” He smiled, knowing thought Tessa asked him to stop, she still held on to him. Her hands in his hair, her body against his. “I guess it wasn’t for nothing,” Another voice joined. James looked over Tessa and saw Magnus sitting, on the other hand, his hair was a colorful mess of electric blue and green, his eyes darkened with eye shadow. This time he was wearing a long dark purple coat and high black leather boots. “I swore I heard Micha said he would put rocks in your soup.” “Actually we haven’t gotten to the soup part,” James mentioned with delight. “Magnus, you still have the habit of catching me in a wrong time,” Tessa laughed a little, but stepped away from him, sitting on the third chair between him and Magnus. Her face still looked blush even under the candle light. “Same old me dear, never change,” Magnus said, but his voice was cracking. Above him, the moon shone brightly behind a mass of white clouds, pure white stars shining in the dark. “What brings you here?” He asked, “Perhaps you would like to join our dinner?” Magnus shook his head, “No, no, I just had dinner with Alec, actually I’m here more of... um... well I was hoping I could share this with you.” He took out a piece of paper from his coat; its surface was crumbly and yellow. He could recognize how old it was and took it, Tessa pulled her chair to sit closer to him. Inside it was a picture of a large leaf shaped, “Diamond?” “Not just any diamond,” Magnus took a deep breath, “I know it against the law to make someone mortal to immortal unless they are bitten by a vampire but because Alec doesn’t want to be a vampire than perhaps I could use another way.” “With this?” Tessa asked, “Magnus, I don’t know what this has to do with making Alec an immortal.” “Does Alec know?” James asked, looking down to the picture. There was no writing, no explanation, only a picture. A small diamond in the center. “No,” Magnus stood, turning to lean on the balcony, his face half illuminated by the candle light. “He wanted to take my immortality away, by asking Camille.” “Camille?” Tessa echoed, “I hope he wasn’t asking any romance advice,” “I don’t really know Camille,” James added, “But I think I know a bad idea when I hear one.” Magnus burst out a short laugh. “She was my lover and yes it is a bad idea. She can’t love, that woman. She only knows of politics.” “And what exactly are you asking? For us to help you find this object?” “Yes,” Magus said flatly. “I can’t do it alone, and I won’t be able to do it if Alec would be suspicious of me, it is just that there is two. No wait.. three problems.” Magnus gestured with three fingers. “And that is?” Tessa asked, leaning back on the chair. “First, I don’t really know if this thing really does exist. Second, if it does exist I don’t know if Alec wants to be immortal, and three I don’t know if you would agree to help me.” James blinked, “Why wouldn’t we? Of course, we would help you,” “Yes,” Tessa agreed, “If there is anything we can do to help Magnus, we would gladly do it. But it's really important that Alec wants to be immortal. Otherwise finding this would be in vain.” “And if he wants to be, he would be disappointed. We don’t know yet if this diamond really exists, but I think there is only one way to find out and that’s to go and find it. All I have to do is send you to Jawayne.” Magnus flicked his finger, a mirror of blue magic showed an image of a castle in the distance, a small city covering it. It was an old time, where cars weren’t invented yet. “Where is that? It seems...” His words trailed off. “Remote?” Tessa tried, there were no cars and the buildings were made from large stones and wood. Magnus bit his bottom lip, “This is in another world. Next to ours. Not a parallel one so this place might be completely different from ours. That was what I was wondering about if you would still agree.” For a moment he thought of him and Tessa going to this unknown place with its dangers, monsters, demons, and perhaps there were no Shadowhunters there. Perhaps they would come there on the time where Shadowhunters haven’t existed yet. Where would they ask for shelter? Help? “It sounds like an adventure,” Tessa snapped him back to reality. “It certainly does,” James said, it hasn’t been four months since the dark war and here they were about to embark on another journey finding something they weren’t sure to get. He was always the practical type. Trying to find something that they weren’t sure really existed wasn’t compelling to him. But this was Magnus and they were had been friends for a long time. He was there for Tessa when he could not. “You don’t look so sure,” Magnus watched him. “I’m just curious about this other world.” James assured him, “When should we leave?” Tessa clapped her hand together, “I will pack the things we’ll need.” “How about tomorrow?” Magnus asked, his face a mask of delight. “I have some things for your journey too, but I’ll give it to you tomorrow, now I have to go. I have an important appointment with Ragnor.” “Please say our regards,” Tessa said. “We would like to see him sometimes,” James added and saw the warlock disappear in the air. A swirl of blue light, like mist, was left behind; filling the empty space where the warlock had set just a few seconds ago. “Should we go?” Tessa asked, the food on their plates were cold now and he didn’t feel much of an appetite anymore. He pulled out his pocket watch and frowned, “Time flies faster when Magnus is around,” Tessa chuckled, “Let’s just go. I have warm tea at home and some biscuits if you want?” He let her pull him up and landed a kiss on his cheek. Quickly he kissed her on the mouth and lead her down the stairs, leaving the table empty with some cash that should be enough. Their flat in London was a medium size flat with two bedrooms, with one room for them and the other as a storage and laundry room. The living room was divided into two space; one filled with a large sofa with a coffee table and a flat screen television, the windows covered with heavy Victorian curtains colored in dark red and embroiled with patterns of white flowers, the floor was covered with a large Persian carpet, and the second was the kitchen where they ate breakfast and drink tea in the morning. James hung their coats on the coat rack than reached out to Tessa. Whatever was holding him back the last few month was gone, he leaned down and their mouth met. There was nothing gentle with his kiss, he gave everything he had and their kiss intensifies as she gave a respond. A soft moan, followed by her clumsy attempt to pull off his shirt and jacket. “Tessa,” He cried, and lifted her off the floor. Quickly walking them both to their room and gently laying her on the bed, careful so that their mouth wouldn’t part. Her legs had formed a cradle for him where he laid his body. He pulled away from her, taking off his shirt while Tessa opened his belt and unzipped his pants. As he kicked his jeans off, Tessa pulled off her shirt. James moved behind her and undone the bra, reaching her breasts from behind and cupped them, his hands cold. Feeling the soft shape and curves of her chest, she raised her chest deeper into his hands. She leaned back to him, her head tilted with delight on his shoulder. “James,” She gasped, “Please,” When he didn’t stop; Tessa turned, kissed him again and pulled his body down to her, nothing between them but air. She gasped as he kissed her neck, down to her chest, and slowly up to the top of her breast. He kissed her there again and again and all he wanted was to please her to be the one to do this and make her scream his name. “James! Please!” She cried. He moved up again and silenced her; his mouth slanting on hers. She cupped his cheeks, holding him to stay put. But he moved away, burying his face in the slope of her neck as he lowered his hip. Feeling the warmth around him, the overheating bittersweet sensation that filled his body. Slowly he moved his hip, saying Tessa’s name again and again. “Tessa...” He whispered, gasped, “Tessa...” He pushed himself deeper into her, sustaining his body with his elbow as he moved faster, he could hear their bed made sounds of protest every time he crashed into her with more force than the last, their body hitting with a sound only this can make. “James!” She cried, her legs scissoring his hip as she tensed, reaching that last wave of pleasure. He moaned, letting go everything and pushed himself in for the last time, satisfied when he unloaded himself. Dropping his body on her, their breath filled the air.

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To be continued...

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