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“I will always choose you." | A KitTy Fic | Chapter 3: Cautious

“I will always choose you.”

“You were always a liar. Why didn’t you choose me?”

[This chapter contains AFTG references. mentions of Andrew Minyard and his knives.]

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Chapter 3

“Kit!” A knock. “Here’s your breakfast!”

Kit got up and stretched. The morning sunlight filtered through the partially drawn windows, and with a swift pull, he opened the blinds and let the room light up.

Behind the door, Octavian was smiling brightly, as he stood holding a plate of toast and eggs fried sunny-side up, just the way he knew he liked it. Kit’s lips curved into a smile. “Thanks, Vian.”

Octavian’s eyebrows scrunched together and he frowned. “Vian?”

“Yeah, y’know. Since you don’t like being called Tavvy anymore.”

“But what’s wrong with Octavian?”

“Nothing’s wrong with Octavian,” Kit assured him, as he leaned against the door frame and took the plate from the boy. “It’s just a mouthful, you see? What if, during a fight, there’s a demon poised to strike you from behind and I need to alert you and fast? Just taking too long to say your name could cost your life. Now, ‘Vian’? It’s short and sounds mature. And to be honest,” Kit looked at the sea-eyed boy with quiet deliberation, “it kind of suits you.”

Octavian tipped his head to the side, considering. Kit then noticed that he was wearing black armbands, with a prominent sheath-like bulge. Odd, but he decided not to comment.

If the guy wants to look like a Blackthorn version of Andrew Minyard, Kit would definitely not stop him.

Unless he wants to be him, now that’s a very different story.

Hiding a smile, Kit waited.

A few moments later, Octavian looked up at Kit. Then grinned.

The joy glistening in his eyes tugged Kit’s heartstrings, painfully reminding him of his own sister Mina.

“I love the new name! Thank you, Kit!” Not being able to resist it, Kit reached out and ruffled his hair.

“Anytime, kid.”

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Octavian, no sorry, Vian now made his way down to the Institute’s kitchen, skipping lightly, a slight buzz inside his veins. It felt somewhat like adrenaline and the high it brought with itself.

On entering, Dru, kneading the pasta dough, called out, “Octavian! Pass me the sauce!”

“It’s Vian now,” Vian corrected his older sister, who set her puzzled sea-green eyes on him as he walked around the counter to get the sauce. “It’s what now?”

“Vian,” he repeated, testing out the sound and vowels of the word himself as he set the pasta sauce down next to the kneading bowl. He looked around the messy, flour-stricken room thoughtfully. “I like it.”

Movement beside him revealed to be his sister straightening to look at him dubiously. “Vian.” she echoed. “How many times are you gonna change your name?”

Vian shrugged, feeling good about it. He grinned. “I don’t know, but I love it. So it stays.”

Dru peered into his face, a pinch appearing on her brows. Her pinned-up brown hair was streaked with white flour on top, and on her face. There was something she was about to say, objection perhaps, but he saw the change of mind in her face already. Whatever she saw in his face, it had changed her mind.

She grinned at him slyly instead. “Well then. Hello Vian.” Although what she said was ‘Vian’, she pronounced it as… Vee-anne.

Vian froze. Then - “I will stab you. Do not call me that.”

Dru tossed her head back, and laughed, uproariously so. “Yes bro, that’s more like it!”

That was just when Jules entered the kitchen, wide-eyed. “What is going on? Octavian, why are you threatening to stab Dru?”

“Vian,” Vian corrected automatically. “It’s Vian.” He ignored Julian’s look of confusion and pointed at Dru. “And I said I would stab her because she called me ‘Vianne’. And I would. It’s Vian, not any other variation you make out of it. Or,” he suddenly procured the knife he had sheathed under his armbands and aimed it at a wide-eyed Dru, “this goes somewhere you do not like.”

“OCTAVIAN BLACKTHORN,” Julian protested incredulously, “put down that knife right now!”

Vian scowled but lowered his knife. Julian looked like he was about to explode. Dru stepped in hastily.

“Well, at least we know Vian is serious.”

Vian made a face at Dru. The tension began to seep out the room, at least until Julian spoke, frigidly.

“What in the world gave you the right to point knives at Dru?”

Vian sighed. “Okay, fine. I was trying to be cool like Andrew Minyard. I guess it didn’t work.”

Julian looked baffled. “Cool like who?”

“The psychopath?” Dru inquired, going back to her kneading.

Vian rolled his eyes and leaned into the conversation passionately. “He’s not a psychopath okay? He’s just been through a lot.”

“That… doesn’t give you the right to threaten your fellow Nephilim and family with a knife, you know. It’s literally against the law.”

“Lex malla, lex nulla,” Vian said dismissively, and Jules winced, and opened his mouth. Vian beat him to it. “Anyway, that’s not the point. I wouldn't actually attack anyone without being provoked. The point is, my name is now Vian. Just Vian.”

“Vian,” Julian said cautiously. “And what brings about this change in names?”

“I don’t know!” Vian said cheerfully, helping Dru put the dough inside the spaghetti making machine, then hopped onto the counter to sit. “But Kit called me that in the morning, and I think it really suits me!”

At the mention of Kit's name, Jules's face went ashen. But there was no time to point that out, as Ty Blackthorn entered the kitchen, wearing all black - a black hoodie, black pants and -

Was that a Centurian pin made of silver?

Vian stared in disbelief. Indeed, he did wear a silver-plated pin etched with the word 'Centurian'. Light sparkled off it, and his eyes caught on it like a moth to a flame.

Six years for a sparkly badge. Absolutely stellar.

The thought made him clench his teeth.

Julian greeted Ty with a smile, "Good morning, Ty!"

Ty nodded at him, standing arrow-straight with shoulders squared. Vian could literally feel the confidence roiling off him as he said, "Morning," without looking at Julian. The disrespect in the gesture almost had him seeing red. But when Ty passed by both Vian and Dru like they weren't even there, his self-control flew out the window.

"The high and mighty have visited the peasants, it seems," he said, hating how it still got to him. He could feel his face mould into a mask of guarded rage, although I doubt he noticed.

That got his attention. Ty frowned at him, not meeting his eyes. “Why would you say that?”

Vian ignored Jules trying to attract his attention with his ‘what the hell’ look, instead hopped down from the counter he was perched atop. “Why don't you figure, since you're so smart?"

Ty looked into Vian's eyes then, his stare intense. Then looked away.

Vian was immediately dismissed as worthless.

At that moment, Vian had never despised someone as he did Ty. Fearing he would probably stab him, he pushed past Julian and left the room. His movements were short and jerky, and Marisol, his tutor's annoyed voice echoed in his ears. But just then—

"Ow!" "Ouch!"

Thaìs Pedroso from the Rio de Janeiro Institute. She was Dru's roommate and a good friend at Academy, and at the moment, visiting the Blackthorns at their humble abode. She was the only outsider there who wasn’t on their travel year in LA.

"Hey! What's up, kid?" She asked, tucking her electric blue hair behind her ears and smiling brilliantly. Vian couldn't help but grin back. Her joy was infectious.

Although it soon faltered when he thought of the interaction back in the kitchen.

"Hey! Um, just… heading to the training room, I guess. I wanna punch something desperately right now."

"Cool! I'll go with you then!"

On the way, Vian told her about his change in names. She didn't question it. It was the feeling of relief Vian needed, and soon, everyone knew what to call him.

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Kit walked cautiously down the hallway to the kitchen. It was dark with no lights on, seemingly empty. Hunger found its way to his stomach, growling earnestly. He paused, checking the coast and keeping his ear open for any noise. When he heard none, he huffed in relief and walked into the kitchen.

And froze.

“What the hell are you doing in the dark?”

A dark shape whirled, holding something misshapen in its hand. Kit groped for the switch. The sudden illumination had the shape blinking blearily, and shielding his eyes from the light.

“Ty?”

Ty squinted at him, his midnight hair falling onto his forehead, strands long and messed-up. In one hand, there’s a cookie. The other’s lodged in the cookie jar behind him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m hungry. I came to eat something.”

“Oh.”

They stand there staring at each other for a minute. Ty’s hazel eyes are roving all over him, raising goosebumps on Kit’s skin. There was a blank intensity in them and Kit wondered what he was thinking.

This new Ty, he couldn’t get a read on. The old Ty was reassuring in the way he had held himself, the way he spoke, the calculations he made. This new Ty might not have changed much, but he was still unfamiliar. There was newfound confidence and straightness in his posture, directness in the tone of his voice and calculating intensity in his eyes.

Kit was prepared for it, or so he thought. The thought that someone as change-resistant as Ty might have changed himself, jarred him.

It was what made him speak. “So?”

Ty was frozen. At the sound of his voice, he met Kit’s eyes and looked away, munching on the cookie again. “So?” he questioned.

“Are you gonna hand me a cookie or not?”

“It’s not a cookie, it’s a biscuit. It’s not baked,” Ty said as his hand emerged from the jar and reached out to Kit, a biscuit in grasp. There was a huge distance between them and Kit hesitated before crossing and taking the morsel offered, although still keeping a healthy distance. “I don’t like it when people confuse the two. Also, switch off the light.”

“I’m sorry,” Kit said, and Ty waved it away with a flick of his wrist. Kit flicked the light switch off and they stood in silence, shrouded by the darkness. Ty’s eyes wandered, all about the room, on the walls, the counter-tops and snagged on the windows. Past it set the sun, the sky a palette of colours, blue, purple, gold, and orange. Ty walked toward the ledge and looked on as though in a trance. Kit couldn’t blame him. It was beautiful.

What he did next though, surprised the crap out of him.

He went and stood beside Ty, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, onlooking the LA desert shrouded in the sunset.

Ty tensed up. But did not tell him to move away.

They both stood, not knowing what to do, what to think.

Kit thought his heartbeat could be heard for miles with how loud it was.

Ty’s fingers fluttered at his side.

The silence soon grew comfortable. Very familiar, a little nostalgic.

One blond head, one dark. Staring at the sunset, their faces lit by the illumination.

But the moment flew by too fast as the room lit up with light. Julian Atticus Blackthorn stood in the doorway.

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okay so. something I need to mention in this chapter.

"...Or,” he suddenly procured the knife he had sheathed under his armbands and aimed it at a wide-eyed Dru, “this goes somewhere you do not like.”

Here, Vian acts like a brat. You may not like it BUT u would have to remember, in this fic Vian's 13 years old. He's a teen now. We all do dumb shit when we're in our teens. We're rebellious brats. I know I am.

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“I will always choose you." | A KitTy Fic | Chapter 2: Beautiful But Deadly

“I will always choose you.”

“You were always a liar. Why didn’t you choose me?”

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Chapter 2

All movement stopped when he saw him. The world stopped spinning, everyone ceased to exist and it was just Ty and Kit in the room. Ty wasn’t sure if he was breathing. The roar in his ears and the sudden bout of dizziness that he felt nearly had him falling to his knees. His heart was pounding and his hands started to flutter mid-air and grasp at nothing like they always did when he was anxious, and he was damn well on his way to losing it. Unwelcome emotions snuck up on him, emotions that Ty had always pushed to the back of his mind and didn’t let himself think about, but this time there was no escaping them. They washed all over him and he felt overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of them. The sting behind his eyes grew stronger and his head started to pound.

All this, and Kit had not noticed him yet.

I think I might just puke if he looks at me. Or have a panic attack.

And for real, Kit did stand there, a crossbow braced against his muscled forearm. He was turned towards the wall to Ty’s right, one eye closed aiming for the target probably that Ty had not noticed yet. No, what Ty had noticed was the fact that Kit was bare-chested, his shirt discarded somewhere Ty wished it wasn’t because the blood that had previously left his face now made a straight beeline for his cheeks. The sunlight streaming in through the windows caught on the sharp indentations of Kit’s body and the curves of his face, and Ty had the urge to run his fingers along them. The light glinted off his hair and made it glow as if a halo. The rush of blood in Ty’s ears grew impossibly louder and when he stared at the god that was now Kit Herondale, the only sane, pure thought in his mind was, Beautiful.

Kit was beautiful. Handsome, sexy, beautiful.

Kit had grown his hair out, it seemed. The blonde curly locks now reached past his ear and tumbled on his forehead, a few strands falling into his sky blue eyes, and he flicked them out impatiently, deadset on perfecting his aim. Ty could see droplets of sweat running down Kit’s forehead and bare chest, and his heart almost burst out of his chest. Never had Ty felt so flustered on seeing someone without a shirt, and it did not help that Kit was sporting a tan that almost made Ty swoon. Under the carefully cocked arm was a well-defined abdomen and Ty refused to think of anything pertaining to that. But his eyes then fell on the drawstring pants that hung low on Kit’s hips, and Ty was 1000% sure he was scarlet all over, from ears and forehead to the tips of his toes. And just then he flinched abruptly as the loud sound of an arrow being fired ricocheted off the walls of the training room.

And that’s when their gazes locked.

And Ty was lost.

Although Ty had never stopped visualising how handsome Kit really was, and how beautiful his eyes were, the intensity of his gaze and all that beauty just fixating on him in one go almost had Ty combusting. The room was spinning much faster now and it was all Ty could do just to stay upright.

Things haven’t changed at all.

My feelings? They haven’t changed.

And someone having this kind of power over him, the kind that threatened to send him to his knees and grovel, scared Ty to no end because he had never felt as vulnerable as he was right then, standing in a plain black hoodie and a favoured pair of ripped jeans with his phone clenched tightly in his hands.

What is he doing here?

Why is he here?

He has a LA tan. He’s been here for a while. Why? And since when?

And why was I not informed?

They stood there in front of each other just staring.

Kit’s blue eyes were wide as he let his arm fall to the side limply. His jaws had slackened, Ty noticed with a flustered interest, trying to keep his eyes off Kit’s chest. But he soon failed to keep eye contact and skimmed his eyes over Kit’s half-naked self. His fingers started to quiver uncontrollably and he closed his eyes, murmuring his comfort words to himself: star, twin, glass. He counted down in the complex demon language he remembered.

Twenty seconds later, he had successfully masked himself. He couldn’t help himself.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Kit freeze mid-motion from where he was, five steps away, reaching for him. Ty barely suppressed the automatic flinch that threatened to shudder its way through him. Whirling on Julian, who was reaching out to touch Ty himself and snapped his arm back, he cried, “Why is he here? What is wrong with you?” The betrayal in his own voice and choice of words startled him. “Why did you not tell me?” Ty jabbed his finger at where Kit stood, not being able to bear looking at him, his angry gaze squarely on Julian instead. Julian went ash white, startled regret and shock swirling in his sea-green eyes. He held his palms up, visibly shrinking and stuttering a little.

“Ty, I - I’m so sorry, I thought - I just thought - you’d be happy to see him.” Julian winced. “It’s… been a long time after all.” Immense regret surged up in his face, along with a realization that maybe Ty didn’t want to see him.

Ty felt a little guilty for the beating up that Julian might give himself later but rage, hurt, betrayal and fluster took up the entire space in his heart, along with a heavy bout of dizziness that almost had him falling. His shoulders slumped with the weight of his emotions.

His fight-or-flight response kicked in just then. He fled, past Helen and Aline looking baffled, but not before sneaking another look at the love of his life standing there, looking like he was about to fall any second. The utter devastation on Kit’s face made him run and his tears slip a lot faster. He ran, and ran, and ran until the hallways and rooms were nothing but a blur.

***

Kit couldn’t even begin to navigate his emotions as he watched Ty leave the room after his parting look.

The betrayal and hurt on the boy’s face tore his insides to shreds and he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. The after-image of Ty’s face surfaced behind his eyelids, and he wasn’t quite sure he was breathing. The pain in his heart was a lump in his throat, a rock in his lungs that prevented him from breathing and the torrid shaking that wracked through his frame.

But no. Kit could not, would not lose it here.

No, because there was a furious Julian Blackthorn turning toward him and the black rage in his eyes was enough to make Kit shiver. He braced himself for the blow, but still flinched when he spoke.

“What did you do to my brother?” Julian’s voice was very low, utterly low, but the timbre in it and the intimidating waves roiling off him made it harder for Kit to keep his resolution. He didn’t trust himself to speak.

When Kit didn’t speak and instead avoided his eyes, Julian said, “I will say this one more time. What did you do to my brother? What did you do that made him run out of here like that?”

“Typical of you to assume I’m the one who did something,” the retort flew past his lips, and Kit was inwardly horrified at himself for the slight petulant tone of his voice. But it was the truth.

It wasn’t Kit who did something to Ty.

And so Kit lifted his face, and looked Julian straight in the eye.

Julian’s face was blank. And Kit recognised the look.

It was a look that promised pain.

Kit clenched his teeth. Not that you can make me feel any more.

Movement near Julian distracted Kit from their stare-down. It was Helen, who’d put a hand on Julian’s shoulder and was staring at Kit in worry.

“Julian is right,” she said. “What’s going on?”

Beside her, Aline folded her arms, her chin high as usual, her short hair bouncing as she shifted. Her eyes had narrowed. “We need an explanation.” The statement was an order, a demand. It grated on Kit’s nerves.

“Unfortunately, you’re not going to get one.” And this time there was anger in his own gaze, and defiance in his eyes. He began to push past them but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him. Julian’s voice was deadly as he said, “Tell us or-”

“Or?” Kit snapped. “Or what? You’re gonna kill me? Kick me out? You know very well you can do nothing about my unwanted presence here, and neither can I, so just stop already!”

Julian’s hitched breath was the only sound in the room before Kit banged the doors behind him, his newfound powers flaring inside him along with his rage and pain.

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THIS TOOK A LONG TIME.

and there is a reason.

earlier I might have mentioned this but...

I never liked fanfics that are their own versions of canon.

like... the fanfics that people write when they dont like the canon.

i dont even know why I'm writing this but i feel like continuing this so here it is i guess.

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“I will always choose you." | A KitTy Fic | Chapter 1 - Home is where family is.

“I will always choose you.”

“You were always a liar. Why didn’t you choose me?”

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Chapter 1

Los Angeles Institute.

Ty’s home.

Home. What a foreign word, after living so long at the Scholomance. After sharing his home away from home for so long, Ty didn’t know if he was relieved or not at the prospect of having his old room back. After living so long with a roommate, he didn’t know how long it would take him to settle down entirely, alone, without having to drown out Anush’s never-ending chatter with his music or waking up on his right side and seeing Anush’s peaceful face asleep. They were the little things that he called part of his ‘home’ like the posters of boy bands on the wall, paint splatters on his clothes, watches and other knick-knacks that didn’t belong to him, all the courtesy of Anush, who he once called his boyfriend, but now, his best friend.

Of course, the best friend part hadn’t changed; apart from Livvy, Anush was one of the only people who understood Ty.

Apart from a certain blonde who had run for the hills for reasons Ty didn’t comprehend still, but he was not going to think of that.

No. Thinking of… him would do no good. It would just cause a breakdown, and Ty couldn’t risk that.

No. Because Julian had just returned for good from his trip around the world with Emma, who, believe it or not, was already his fiancee.

That was another change that Ty had to get used to. But somehow, he didn’t think it would be much of one. Jules and Emma were already like a married couple, even when they were parabatai, and Ty had always suspected there was something more than platonic love between them. But he found out - they all did - that they had been in love with each other all along, and was that really a shock for him? No. Just that they PDA’d a lot more.

Ty stood on the steps of his home and took a deep breath of the salt-dissolved air that he had missed so much in the early months of his stay at the Scholomance, and felt the familiarity of the atmosphere settle into his body. Although Ty had changed quite a lot in the years he spent in the cold mountains of the academy, the Institute had not, and that was very reassuring for him. He felt grounded here. Confident, and no longer helpless, as he was so many times in the past. He was a Centurion. He knew what to do.

Ty walked forward and put his hand on the door. Immediately, it swung open.

A boy stood in front of him. Ty tried not to gawk as he looked on, stunned. Okay, maybe not visiting in five years was a bad idea.

Because the boy he saw in front of him, with blue-green eyes and tousled brown hair, classic Blackthorn look, was definitely not the youngest brother he remembered. Octavian, or Tavvy as they called him, had certainly grown into his looks and still was growing.

It was rare when Ty ever was surprised. But seeing his youngest brother, now thirteen, stand in front of him with an unreadable look on his face was like a punch to Ty’s stomach.

He had not thought of this when he’d decided, Screw the odds, and went off to study at Scholomance, partially because he’d always wanted to, and partially because of not being able to be in the places he knew he’d been in with Kit, but it seemed he had missed out on a lot. There was a curious light in Tavvy’s eyes - could he even call him that? - but other than that, he could not read him at all. Octavian’s Blackthorn cheekbones, mouth and jaws had developed enough to give him a handsome roguish look that immediately reminded him of his own father, uncle, and older brother. Octavian was the spitting image of a Blackthorn of their generation, and as Ty tried to locate his voice, Octavian said tightly, “Ty.”

No greeting. No “hello” or “good to see you”s. Just ‘Ty.’ There was something definitely wrong here. “Hi… Tavvy.”

Tavvy’s jaw ticked. “That’s not my name anymore. Not that you would know, of course.” There was a venomous undertone to his voice. “It’s Octavian.”

Ah. I guessed correctly. “I’m sorry. Octavian. Hello, brother.”

“Am I?” Octavian said abruptly. “Am I your brother? Because last I checked, brothers actually care if one of them lives or dies.”

As the statement sank in, Ty flinched slightly and frowned deeply, hurt seeping into his heart, along with bewilderment. “What do you mean? Of course, I care whether you live or die, don’t be ridiculous Tavvy.”

As the old nickname rolled off his tongue, Ty knew it was a mistake. Octavian’s sea-green eyes darkened with rage, and... betrayal? “It’s Octavian. And I’m not being ridiculous. Stop treating me like I’m a child, brother.” The last word was a mocking snarl, and although Ty had a few inches on Octavian, he clearly felt the waves of rage and intimidating wrath roiling off him. Ty was speechless. This was not the Octavian he knew.

Something was terribly wrong. And I think it’s my fault.

“Do you know why I asked you if you were really my brother?” Octavian said, his voice cracking as some emotion penetrated his brother’s emotional walls, and Ty found his own eyes darting on his brother’s face and finally resting on his eyes. It chilled him to the bone to see hurt swirling in there, along with a healthy dose of sadness and… loneliness. Octavian leaned in, the glaring intensity of his gaze ramming into Ty like a firetruck, and said, “Because.”

Ty’s eyes widened as his brother leaned back again, the unreadable look rippling across his face again. “Because?”

But he never got to know the answer as a blonde woman barrelled down the hallway leading to the front door and yelled, “Ty!”

And as abruptly as he had appeared in front of Ty, Octavian vanished again, but Ty couldn’t think of it again, not when the entire family was running to greet him, without the obvious exception. Ty was shaken but he quickly put it out of his mind. Octavian could wait. Now… he really felt how much he’d missed his family.

Home is where family is.

With that thought, Ty let Emma embrace his way back into his own world.

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Okay, it’s official. Not visiting in five years was definitely the worst idea I’ve ever had.

Not that I haven’t had many.

Immediately a familiar face made an appearance in Ty’s mind, and Ty balled his fists as the betrayal that arose every time he thought of him, resurfaced and made his stomach churn. Shoving that thought out of his head, he followed Julian, Helen and Aline down the very familiar but yet very alien hallway. Helen and Aline had made a few slight changes to the Institute whilst running the place, and Ty had to admit, the now polished and sophisticated interior was a pleasant scene, although a little foreign.

It would certainly take a while to get used to though.

“Ty?” Julian said, looking over his shoulder. He had a perpetual smile on his face, as well as a tan. Ty noted that Julian must have become paler whilst staying in London; he and Emma were both sporting newer tans. London hasn’t changed then. “Yes?”

“Do you like the modifications?”

Caring, protective Julian. Always looking after everyone around him, and making sure they were okay. Ty felt a sudden rush of affection for his older brother. “I do, I suppose. It looks elegant now. Soothing. It’ll take a while to get used to but I’ll be fine. I like it.”

Julian smiled widely at him, as did Helen. “I’m glad you do, brother,” she said, reaching over and touching his shoulder lightly. He smiled at her. Aline, as usual, looked confident and proud beside Helen. “Of course he does, honey. We picked soothing colours and familiar things just for him.”

Oh, so that’s why they demanded to know which colours I liked and found soothing, Ty thought, smiling internally. It pleased him to know that even though everything else had changed, their love hadn’t.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed they’d already reached the training room and stopped only when Julian’s voice filtered through. “I think, out of all the places in the Institute, the training room has had the most changes.”

Ty looked up, frowning slightly. Julian inclined his head. “Wanna look?”

Ty nodded.

Julian then pushed open the door.

And there stood Kit Herondale, holding a crossbow in his hands.

Oh… God.

Julian Blackthorn, THIS IS A CHANGE?!

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LMAO. no really. lmaoooo.

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A playlist I made for KitTy! (Credits to @thorndale for the picture I used)

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ilovetyblackthorn · 3 years

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First-aid Kit | My First Long And Angst With A Happy Ending Fic "Wanna Have A Little Taste So Let Me Lay You Down Nothing Better Than Your Skin On Mine And I've Been Looking For That Feeling, Looking All My Life Boy, You Give It To Me Every Time..." [Holiday - Little Mix]

“Hey.”

“Oh, hey. I was just wondering when you’d get here.”

“Well, you should’ve known it wouldn’t have been long. I was just in the neighbourhood.”

“Yeah, tell my paranoid brain that.”

“Isn’t … that the same thing as telling you that?”

“Yeah, but you’d be specifically telling my paranoia then.”

“Oh then, hello, Paranoia Of Kit Herondale. Please stop worrying. I can hold my own in a fight.”

“My paranoid brain just considered that, and you just weaselled your way out of trouble. Congrats.”

“Weaselled,” Ty mused, shrugging off his wet boots and entering the house, looking around curiously, completely drenched and leaving a trail of water behind him as he walked in. “Peculiar verb, but perfect in this case. Weasels are very good at escaping after all. Great wording Watson. I did just weasel my way out of trouble, as you call it.”

“Yeah, well. Why were you out in the rain anyway?” Kit asked, taking the very wet and cold gear jacket Ty handed him, and tried to ignore the fact that this was the first time Ty had ever been in his apartment. “It’s raining heavily. You might catch a cold.”

“I was chasing a Behemoth demon. You know what they’re like.”

Kit sighed. “I do. Are you hurt anywhere?” The heavy concern in his voice made Ty chuckle, then double up in pain.

“Oh my God! You are hurt!” Kit put an arm around Ty’s shoulders and hurriedly helped him to the chaise lounge that lay practically unused. “Ty! When were you going to mention this?”

As Ty lay down, he grunted. “In a few minutes? I’d hoped to last longer than this though.” His strained voice sent Kit into a frenzy.

“Where is it? Ty, tell me fast! Demon poison can be fatal!”

“Lower abdo- Aah!” Ty gasped as Kit clenched the blood-soaked fabric in his fingers and forcibly lifted it. He hissed when he saw the injury.

There was a great slash across Ty’s stomach abs, and it was oozing green fluids that Kit guessed was the poison Ty’s angel blood was repelling from the body. The demon poison had also burnt the flesh around the injury, and when Kit touched the practically sizzling skin, Ty tried but failed to hold in a moan. That spurred Kit into action.

He took hurried steps to his bathroom, in search of his stele and first-aid kit.

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Ty watched as Kit took long strides into the room that probably led to his bedroom, and his gaze fell on Kit’s muscled legs. They were long, and as shown from his loose sweatpants, very strong and thick. Ty had to admit, he had quite often played the silent spectator when Kit did his push-ups, and as all the back muscles shifted and contracted, Ty found himself unreasonably sweaty. Undoubtedly, Kit was very handsome, and quite buff too, but what was it about him that made Ty so… nervous around him? Not the usual kind of nervous, the oh-my-god-i-am-going-to-burn-up-if-he-touches-me, my-heart-is-pounding-with-a-single-look-from-him kind of nervous. Not to mention sweaty Kit exercising made Ty want to rip his clothes off.

His own, he hoped.

As Kit disappeared into his bedroom, Ty pondered over it. Sure, Kit was handsome and sure, his blue eyes seems depthless to Ty when he looked into them and made his heart pound, and sure, Kit cared about him, and sure, Kit knew a lot about Ty when he was going through a breakdown and how to calm him down when he was going through it, but what was about him that made Ty so… hot?

So much that his face was red?

No. That was probably the pain.

Maybe?

What? Ty abruptly shook his head, making the bleeding slash on his abdomen hurt even more so. As the room began to swim before his eyes, Ty giggled, almost delirious. Why was I thinking about Kit’s muscled body again? Yeah, because I saw Kit’s strong and thick thighs. Ty burst into giggles once more. Strong and thick? Really?

“Ty? What is it? Why are you laughing?” Kit came into his blurry vision once more, now carrying a first-aid kit and a stele. He looks adorable, Ty thought, as Kit looked on with a concerned look on his face. With a furrowed ‘V’ formed between his eyebrows, and blue eyes, an endless expanse of a clear azure sky on a sunny day, and a pout on his full, pink lips, he looks absolutely adorable.

Not to mention ravishing.

“Ty?” Kit voiced after getting no response apart from an intense stare from Ty. He lifted the box. “I brought the first-aid kit with me. Do you mind?”

First-aid kit.

First-aid Kit.

Something about it struck Ty as hilarious, as he burst into helpless laughter once again. But the pain in his abdomen chose to double up in pain right then, and he started gasping in agony instead.

“Ty! Wait! Lie down! And for God’s sake, quit laughing! It’s hurting your stomach!”

Eventually, Ty sobered, the sudden pain making the world clearer again. Kit bent down and kneeled, putting the white box nearby and took the stele. “Ty? I’m going to use the Repel Poison rune on you. Is that okay?”

Ty appreciated that Kit asked before he drew the rune, even though the demon poison was making him delirious and harder to think. But then again, Kit knew exactly how to take care of Ty and what he liked and didn’t like. It made his heart beat faster. Something he loved about Kit.

Wait, what?

Love?

Ty nodded in response to Kit’s question, desperately trying to focus, and shove the thoughts away. Now was not the time to think about it and ponder over it. Why did he love Kit?

His mind helpfully offered fifty or so reasons why, but before he could go through all of them, the light pressure of Kit’s stele, a welcome burn invaded Ty’s mind, and he moaned at the relief as the rune began to work its magic. Kit patiently held a wet runed cloth beneath the ugly slash, collecting the demon poison pouring onto it. As the pain began to subside, Ty became hyper-aware of the fingers Kit had braced on his bare side, and goosebumps began to appear on his arms. Kit, clearly misunderstanding, stroked the skin there, thinking Ty was in more pain, and Ty couldn’t be more frustrated at Kit at that moment as he fought the urge to moan again valiantly. The throb on a lower part of his body began on a steady rhythm, and Ty tried to wriggle out of Kit’s touch. But Kit firmly stopped him, a warning in his sky-blue eyes. The intensity of his gaze was like a stroke on his body, and Ty couldn’t look away as he shivered.

Their locked gazes lit a soft fire in Ty’s veins, the flames licking the insides of his body, under his skin, and in his heart. He so badly wanted to reach out and touch Kit’s sharp jaws, wondering if the skin would be as soft and smooth as he had imagined. Kit’s eyes seemed to burn a hole in him and he was more than welcome to do it. Burn him whole. Rip him apart. Agonise him. Because it was Kit, and he knew he wouldn’t mind. As long as it’s Kit.

Kit must’ve recognised the expression on Ty’s face because he swallowed and oh-so-slowly looked towards his own fingers on Ty’s bare skin and brushed them across. This time, Ty couldn’t fight the moan that escaped his throat. It was deep, breathy and almost like a growl, in a voice that Ty didn’t recognise.

Kit’s eyes were blown wide, and it would’ve been almost comical were it not that Ty was lying on Kit’s lunge half-naked, with Kit touching him on his bare skin. Yes, definitely not comical, Ty thought, as the blue eyes now staring into his grey ones darkened, turning into a deep shade of stormy ultramarine blue. The arousal swirling in them had every part of Ty stiffen in attention.

But the moment was ruined as soon as Kit went to touch underneath his other side, on which he was lying - and brushed to find a sticky fluid substance. His fingers came away red and Ty stifled a curse. Kit exclaimed looking down at it.

“We need to bandage your injury! Jeez!”

Ty laid his head back, leaning back but still facing Kit. “Yes, of course,” he said in a resigned tone. “Go right ahead.”

Ty stared up at the ceiling fan and followed their graceful movement as Kit bustled about, wrapping the bandages around Ty’s lower abs. It relaxed him and also helped lessen the painful throb ringing through his body. Until that moment, Ty had never thought he would’ve been so glad that tight protective leather was part of the gear made for Shadowhunters; it hid the evidence of Ty’s excitement, and as he lay there in Kit’s apartment, on his chaise lounge, albeit bleeding out from an injury and dripping wet, he had never felt that relaxed in a long time. He slowly drifted off to sleep, Kit’s humming his lullaby and the smooth spinning noise of the overhead spinning fan his cadence.

Home… This feels like home.

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Kit stared down at Ty’s beautiful sleeping face as he slept on his lounge, half-naked, his arms splayed apart. He didn’t know how long he’s been standing that way. All he knew was that he couldn’t take his eyes off the sleeping dark-haired boy who had walked into his heart the moment he’d held that knife to his throat. Kit chuckled, thinking of their first encounter.

“Who are you? What are you doing here? You’re too young to be Johnny Rook.”

“No. I’m not.”

“Go on. Figure it out.”

“You’re his son. Johnny Rook’s son.”

Kit remembered thinking, how beautiful, then. And how true it was, Ty was most certainly beautiful. With his sharp jaws and delicate features that he had grown into in the past few years, he was handsome as well as beautiful. And he took Kit’s breath away.

Not to mention the bare abdomen, half-nude bit. Kit was trying his hardest not to look, but it was difficult not to when the built abs were practically inviting him to look.

He mentally chided himself. Stop acting like a creep!

Hard to when you’re just about to carry him to your queen-sized bed ‘cause you don’t have a guest room.

Kit grimaced. Oh, it’s gonna be hard alright.

Oh, the puns.

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In the dream, Ty was chained to the ground.

Hazily, he noticed it was the rainy weather of London and the Thames was flowing in front of him.

I’ve been here before, he thought dimly. I’ve been here with -

Kit and -

Livvy.

The name shot a shard of pain right into his chest. Ty tugged at the chains and wondered what was happening.

Just then, he heard thundering hoofbeats. Ty’s blood ran cold. He knew the sound. A sliver of dread crawled down his spine as he hoped against hope that what was happening was not going to happen.

But as Kit flung himself over the gate set into the railing separating the path from the river, and ran right through Ty as though he was there, the Mortal Sword grasped tightly in both hands as he prepared himself against who Ty dreaded were going to arrive soon, in an unsteady stance.

Ty wanted to scream, Run! But where would he go? Jump into the Thames? There was no other way. Kit was going to die and Ty was to watch. Just the thought of it made him cry out in agony and yank viciously at the chains imprisoning him. But Kit didn’t hear him, Ty wasn’t visible to him, he was like a ghost, a trapped one.

Just then, the Riders arrived. And Ty screamed, and screamed, as he watched Ethna knock the Mortal Sword out of Kit’s grasp with a vicious flick of her wrist. He thrashed about, trying to tear the chains up with mere brute force but they won’t budge. Instead, Ty was imprisoned, helplessly forced to watch as the six Riders of Mannan took turns slashing across Kit’s body, as Kit was also held immobile by the faerie magic they possessed, the protection of the Mortal Sword failing when Kit was disarmed. As blood flowed, the last Rider to torment Kit paused and looked back to smirk at Ty, and he screamed louder and louder, a piercing siren of agony that had no words at first, but soon formed a single word repeatedly - Kit, Kit, Kit and -

“Ty! Wake up! It’s a nightmare!” Urgent hands touched him where he wanted to be alerted, on his shoulders, hands, biceps, rousing touches that he knew were important and Ty lurched out of sleep, sitting up ramrod straight in a dark room he didn’t recognize. The curtains were drawn, and as his eyes began to adjust, he saw it was a little small but had two windows on two sides of the room, north and east. He began to panic when he didn’t see anything familiar, but a familiar rough hand grasped his own and he began to relax a little - or at least as much as he could.

“Ty?” It was dark, but Kit’s face was slightly visible, mostly because of his golden curls and luminous blue eyes. Ty relaxed oh so slowly as Kit squeezed his hand hard, just like he knew kept him grounded. Ty interlaced their fingers and squeezed back. There was a pause, in which Ty regulated his breathing and tried to focus on the dark shadows of the larger than life features of the room he was in, like the study pushed up against the west wall, with imperceptible objects lying on it; the air-conditioner attached to the lower part of the north wall, a sliver of moonlight reflecting off it; a vanity table against the very corner of the south-eastern wall, and of course the person beside him staring at Ty with worry in his eyes. Bemusedly, Ty realized he was in Kit’s bedroom, sitting on his bedroom, a blanket tangled between his legs and noticed that he was out of his wet drenched clothes and was now in a silky hoodie soft and sleek pants that were soothing to the touch. Ty was touched, Kit didn’t really have to do this. But then, realized that he probably saw his briefs while doing so, and turned bright red and hoped Kit couldn’t see it.

“Ty?”

“Yeah?” His voice was raspy and hoarse like he had been screaming.

“Do you want some water?”

“Yes, I would love some.”

“Okay.” Kit crawled off the bed but paused at the edge. “Ty?”

“Yes?”

“If you want some water, you need to let go of my hand.”

Ty noticed then that he was still holding tightly onto the other boy. The thought of letting go was really scary and he started to panic. “I-”

“Or not. It’s fine. Keep holding on.” Ty breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he heard a slight chuckle from Kit, who single-handedly poured a glass of water kept on the bedside table and switched on the table lamp. Now that they were not in darkness, Ty kept his eyes completely on Kit as he stood there, beside the bedside table, biting his lips in a way that he really wanted to say something but was holding back. Ty drank the entire glass of water and felt a little better as Kit sat down beside and, was delighted when he held his hand tightly. He squeezed back.

The next words out of his mouth had Ty stilling. He knew this was coming, but it hurt more so when the memory of it was still fresh in his mind. ”Want to talk about it?”

Ty wanted to say no, wanted to say anything, but he couldn’t. He could only withdraw and curl up into a tight ball, shuddering violently as the images from the dream penetrated his mind. How the blood flowed from the gashes on Kit’s body, how the expression on his face, provoked the Riders more because he wasn’t making a sound even though he was dying, the smirk on Eochaid’s face he made the killing blow and -

“Ty!” There was an urgent touch on his shoulder again, and through the agony, he felt Kit shake him a little, then grab his hand. “Ty. Listen to me. Look into my eyes. Listen to me.” The firmness of his voice had Ty immediately follow his orders, and he looked. There was concern, reassurance, firmness and determination in his eyes, and he spoke, “Ty. It was just a dream. I am not hurt, and nor is anyone else right now. Whatever happened in your dream will stay in your dream. Dreams are fleeting things, Ty. That is the truth. And what I know so far is that whatever you saw was terrifying enough to rive you to panic, so let me assure you. We are safe, for now. We are Shadowhunters. And whatever it is, we will fight it. Together.”

Ty slowly relaxed, looking away. He knew Kit would not, under any circumstance, lie to him, so he was saying must be true. He rocked back and forth still in ball, his fingers wandering in the sir, fluttering and catching at thin air until they reached Kit’s own. Kit interlaced them, his voice calming, husky and almost hypnotic as he said, “Lie back on the bed again, Ty.”

“What if I had a nightmare again?”

“Then I would chase it away.” The rasp of his deep voice did wonders to Ty’s body. “Come lie with me, Ty. Come sleep in my arms. I’ll protect you, I promise.”

That was when he finally look at Kit again, and his breath hitched. Kit had leaned in, but not too much, just enough to emphasize that the offer was sincere and so was the reason for the rasp in Kit’s voice. Ty swallowed, his heart skipping a beat, but took just a split second to make his decision. He crawled over to the place he was sleeping and lay down. But Kit remained sitting up, and he was looking at Ty as though stunned.

Oh so he didn’t really expect me to agree. Ty repressed a smile, and instead, crooked a finger at the golden haired angelic boy who seemed to be his saving grace everytime. At that cocky move though, Kit was roused and moved immediately, crawling to his side and stretching his arms wide for Ty to crawl to. “Come here?”

Ty needed no other invitation. He was in his arms in an instant, the instant warmth that engulfed him was so delightful he held onto Kit tight. A chuckle rumbled out of Kit’s throat, who was already drowsy, and as the blue eyed boy drifted off to sleep, the one in his arms pondered what was it about him that made him so damn irresistible? It took him a minute to convince Ty to give up his personal space which he guarded so zealously, and almost grovel his way into his arms. As Ty pondered over this, an arm hugging Kit tightly, a leg thrown over his, wearing clothes that unquestionably belonged to Kit since they smelt strongly of him, an important question occurred to him and he voiced it out loud:

“Kit, why do you have only one bed?”

But Kit was already asleep. And Ty wasn’t sure he really wanted the answer anyway.

He smiled to himself and slowly drifted off to sleep too, and this time his sleep was not marred by any nightmares.

He was wrong when he thought the lounge felt like home. This was home, wearing Kit’s clothes, snuggling with him and falling asleep with his warmth and scent all around him, this warmth and shared breaths and loving embrace was home. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Ohkay. this fic took a loooooooong time and is even longer when you read it.

yeah no shit, it took 8 pages in a google doc XD

buuuut anway, here's a compiled fic, containing all the sleep-deprived shit i've written over the... 12 days? i'm sorry, there was this celebration thing i did on my main acc for which like, 15 people sent me asks and i had answer them so, atleast i have a reasonable excuse hehe

but i hope u enjoyed the long read. i love u for even reading so far. <3333

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ilovetyblackthorn · 3 years

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Teaser For The Upcoming Fluff+Sorta Angst (???) Fic

Ty watched as Kit took longs strides into the room that probably led to his bedroom, and his gaze fell on Kit’s muscled legs. They were long, and as shown from his loose sweatpants, very strong and thick. Ty had to admit, he had quite often played the silent spectator when Kit did his push-ups, and as all the back muscles shifted and contracted, Ty found himself unreasonably sweaty. Undoubtedly, Kit was very handsome, and quite buff too, but what was it about him that made Ty so… nervous around him? Not the usual kind of nervous, the oh-my-god-i-am-going-to-burn-up-if-he-touches-me kind of nervous. Not to mention sweaty Kit exercising made Ty want to rip his clothes off.

His own, he hoped.

As Kit disappeared into his bedroom, Ty pondered over it. Sure, Kit was handsome and sure, his blue eyes seems depthless to Ty when he looked into them, wanting to drown and never be saved, and sure, Kit cared about him, and sure, Kit knew a lot about Ty when he was going through a breakdown and how to calm him down when he was going through it, but what was about him that made Ty so… hot?

So much that his face was red?

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my first fluff fic!

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ilovetyblackthorn · 3 years

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"I Can't Decide What's Wrong, What's Right Which Way Should I Go? "If Only I Knew What My Heart Was Telling Me..." [If Only - Dove Cameron]

“Tell me,” Kit said. Tell me what you need.

“Put your arms around me,” said Ty. His hands were pale blurs in the air as if Kit were looking at a time-lapse photo. “Hold on to me.”

He did just that.

Only not for too long.

Only… I hurt him.

Only… I deserved it.

Only… the pain didn’t seem to subside.

The pain only grew, like a banyan tree, with its roots buried deep inside the ground and stem branching out to form innumerable offshoots deep within his heart. The leaves were the stings of guilt. The twigs were the pricks of betrayal. The branches were his pain, but the bark-covered stalk was the real agony, and it had rooted itself so firmly and deeply inside his heart that now... now, he was used to the anguish that accompanied the clear image of the blonde-haired boy with blue eyes ingrained in his mind forever and ever. He was used to the burn of his eyes when he thought of the love that shone behind the despair and anguish in those sky blue eyes. He was used to the gut-wrenching pain that churned in his stomach alongside the guilt that swam there, as the words of that night played on a loop in his head.

I love you, Ty. I love you.

I hurt him.

I hurt him, but I didn’t mean to.

I hurt him when I loved him too.

I have loved you but you haven’t known it.

Why Kit? Why run away? Why not confront me about it? Why not ask me what I meant by… whatever I said that hurt him?

Why, why, why?

It’s cruel of you, so cruel of you to keep me guessing.

Why?

Why did you leave?

You said you wouldn’t. Then why?

“To never being parted.”

Why? Why would you say that if you really wanted to leave? Why, Kit? What did I do? What did I say?

Is it because… I raised Livvy? Is that why you ran? Because you didn’t want to face the so-called ‘repercussions’ that Magnus talked about?

Is… that why?

But… you knew. But you knew I was going to raise her. You knew, yet until the last moment, you didn’t stop me. Why Kit? Why?

I guess I’ll never know…

“Where’s Kit, really? I keep asking, but no one will tell me.”

“Kit’s all right. He’s with Tessa and Jem. He’s going to be living with them.”

“I know. I know, but—can I say goodbye to him? If I could just talk to him once—”

“He’s already gone. He didn’t want to say goodbye to you. To anyone really, but I suspect it was mostly you.”

Why, Kit? Why?

It’s cruel of you to keep me in the dark like this. So cruel of you to keep me guessing…

Good thing I’m good at compartmentalising. Good thing I have my headphones to drown the world out. Cause all I see, all I hear, all I feel is you.

I have loved you but you haven’t known it…

I love you Kit Herondale, you stupid lying thief. I love you and I can’t do anything about it.

It’s been years, Kit. Come back...

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AGAINNNNN-

MORE SLEEP-DEPRIVED CRAP-

THIS TIME ITS FOR REAL THO-

havent slept a wink today-

and its already 2:30 am-

but anyway

song choice isn't that good but like I said, I'm literally drooping rn :/

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also this is one of the prompts given by dear @noah-herondale-lightwood <3 i love youuu

also @roseberrylight bc I used one of the songs by ur fave singer!

#i'm in love with ty blackthorn #ty blackthorn #ty x kit #kitty #kit herondale #kita writes #the shadowhunter chronicles #the dark artifices #tda #tda fanfiction #twp #tsc fanfiction #the wicked powers

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ilovetyblackthorn · 3 years

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"I Knew I Loved You Then But You'd Never Know 'Cause I Played It Cool When I Was Scared Of Letting Go I Know I Needed You But I Never Showed... "Just Say You Won't Let Go..." [Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur]

“To never being parted,” Kit said, looking across the campfire at Ty.

Ty’s thin face was limned in light from the red-gold flames. “To never being parted,” he said, with a grave emphasis that made Kit shiver for reasons he did not understand.

He knew.

He knew…

But he lied.

He lied…

The burn of betrayal, a queasy oily feeling, pricked at his heart and stung his eyes. Even after so many years, the simple lie had the power to hurt him beyond measure. Only it wasn’t simple at all.

Kit Herondale, how dare you?

How dare you sneak into my heart like the thief you were, and steal it?

How dare you?

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“I’ll be a Herondale,” he said. “I like the family ring. It’s classy.”

Tessa smiled at him.

“Anyway,” Kit said. “Where are you planning to live?”

“Jem owns a house in Devon. A big old pile. We’ll be going there. We know you care about the Blackthorns, so we’ll understand if you want to stay with them,” she added quickly. “We would be sad, but we would do whatever we can to protect you. Ragnor would help, and Catarina—we’d have to tell the Blackthorns why you needed the protection, of course—”

She was still talking, but Kit had stopped hearing her. The words spilt around him in a meaningless rush as all the memories he’d been trying to push back flew at him like sharply pecking birds. The Institute, the beach, the Blackthorns, always kind to him; Emma saving his life, Julian driving him to the Market and listening to him talk about Ty—even then, he’d wanted to talk about Ty.

All his energy had gone into Ty, all his devotion and hopes for the future. He liked the other Blackthorns, but he hardly knew them well. He probably knew Dru the best, and he liked her as a friend, but that was a small thing compared to the burning hurt and humiliation he felt when he thought about Ty.

He didn’t blame Ty for what had happened. He blamed himself: He’d been too fixated on not losing Ty to tell him what he needed to hear. Everyone needed to be stopped from making bad choices sometimes, but he hadn’t stopped Ty. And he’d gotten what he deserved, really. Now that he knew he meant nothing much to Ty, how could he live in the Institute again? See him every day? Feel like an idiot constantly, feel the pity of his family, listen to them tell him he should try to make other friends, survive in the same house with Ty while Ty avoided him? There was no real question about it. I can’t face going back there and living with them. This is my chance to start again and learn what it means to be who I am.

“I’ll go with you. I’d like to live with you,” Kit said.

“Oh.” Tessa blinked. “Oh!” She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, smiling all over her kind face. “That’s lovely, Kit, that’s wonderful. Jem will be so happy too. And it will be wonderful for the baby to have company. I mean, hopefully, you’ll like the baby as well.” She blushed. Kit thought it would actually be kind of nice to have a small sibling-type person in his life, but he said nothing. “I’m babbling,” Tessa said. “I’m just so excited. We’ll go tonight — get you safe and settled as fast as possible. We’ll arrange for you to have a tutor—for all the necessary protection spells to be done by the Silent Brothers—”

“That sounds good,” Kit said, a little exhausted already by the thought of everything that needed to be done. “I only have this bag—no other luggage.”

It was true, and there was nothing he cared about much in the bag either, besides the Herondale dagger and the witchlight Ty had given him. “I imagine you’d like to say good-bye to the Blackthorns before we go—”

“No,” Kit said. “I don’t want to see them.”

Tessa blinked.

“It’s better if they don’t know about all this First Heir stuff,” Kit said. “It’s safer for them. Jem can tell them I just decided L.A. wasn’t for me. They’re all so far ahead of me in training, and I should learn from the beginning if I want to be a Shadowhunter.”

Tessa nodded. Kit knew she didn’t entirely buy his excuse, but she also knew enough not to pry. It was very reassuring.

He had revisited this memory several times over the course of years. Several times. And every time he did, there were a few very important questions on his mind.

Would staying have been worth the humiliation?

Would Ty have apologised?

Did Ty know what he had done to him?

Did Ty know… how much the word ‘nothing’ had affected him?

Did he realise how miserable he was because of something so… trivial?

Humiliation stung his eyes as he stared up at his ceiling, not seeing anything. Soon his eyes blurred over, and he wept, his tears sliding sideways from his eyes to past his hairline.

Is this my life now? Miserable and depressing behind closed doors when my demons came out to play in the moonlight?

Damn you, Ty Blackthorn. Damn you to the hellish pits of Edom and back for doing this to me. For making me fall for you and throwing it back in my face.

I wish I’d never known you…

“I thought you cared, but you lied to me. Just like everyone else.”

Screw that.

I hate Ty Blackthorn.

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MORE SLEEP-DEPRIVED ANGST-

REALLY, I SHOULD STOP, THIS IS TOO MUCH-

Continuation of the song:

"I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I know I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go..."

"I'm so in love with you And I hope you know Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold We've come so far, my dear Look how we've grown And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

I wanna live with you Even when we're ghosts 'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

I'm gonna love you 'til My lungs give out I promise 'til death we part like in our vows..."

tagging @gayforcarstairsgirls @clarys-heosphoros @ddepressedbookworm @tinypenguinenemy @khaleesiofalicante (I'm sorry to bother u with this crap Dani, believe me)

and also, @noah-herondale-lightwood i haven't written the fics on ur quote prompts yet, but I will I promise... just after posting this <3

@ghafa-dale Here! i posted it at 2 this morning! :D

Ivyyyyy thank you for encouraging the shit out of me to stop aimlessly scroll thru this hellsite and actually do smth productive, love you <3

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I Run Away When Things Are Good, And Never Really Understood The Way You Laid Your Eyes On Me In Ways That No One Ever Could... [Sorry - Halsey]

“Don’t you understand this would be the worst thing you could possibly do? That its effects would follow you all your life? Death is the end for a reason.”

“But you’re immortal.” Ty’s eyes were huge and pale grey, silver coins against his stark face.

“I have a long life, but I won’t live forever,” said Shade. “We all have the life that’s been allotted to us. If you pull Livvy to you from where she belongs, you leave a hole in the universe to be filled by black sorrow and miserable grief. That’s not something you can walk away from unscathed. Not now. Not ever.”

“So you lied to us,” Ty said.

Shade stood up. “I did. I would again. I will never help you to do this thing, do you understand me? And I will spread the word. No warlock will help you. They will face my wrath if they do.”

Ty’s hands were working themselves into fists, his fingers scrabbling at his palms. “But Livvy—”

“Your sister is dead,” said Shade. “I understand your grief, Tiberius. But you cannot break the universe to get her back.”

You cannot break the universe to get her back…

Ty jackknifed up in bed, breathing hard. He shakily put a hand on his heart, which was pounding hard and fast. As seconds passed, his breathing faltered to an unsteady rhythm. His eyes brimmed over and he started to cry.

Intense… So intense.

The emotions I feel are so intense.

There was only one person who understood.

Livvy…

No.

There was someone else too.

Someone who had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a penchant for stealing and picking locks.

Kit put his hand on Ty’s back, between his shoulder blades. He was a little startled to find Ty’s back more solid and lightly muscled than he would have thought. He always thought of Ty as fragile, but he didn’t feel fragile. He felt like iron hammered thin: flexible but unbreakable.

Kit remembered hearing somewhere that it was soothing to rub circles on someone’s back, so he did that. Ty’s breaths began to regulate.

He always knew what to do. What I liked or didn’t like. He always knew.

And his heart shattered all over again.

Ty kneeled over, gasping, bracing his burning face on the textured sheets of his bed. They were smooth and comforting to the touch usually and he clung to them for support. On the inside though, he was in agony. The heart-wrenching, agonizing feeling of dying didn’t seem to go, on the contrary, it intensified as Kit’s striking, beautiful appeared in his mind, and Ty couldn’t help but cry out. Kit looked just like he had that night on the shores of Lake Lyn, with a look of pure anguish and desperation etched on his face, with tears sliding down his cheeks as he wept, I love you, Ty. I love you. The mental image had Ty flailing for something, something, to keep him anchored, because how could he have not known? When there was so much love shining behind those painstakingly beautiful blue eyes, that had stared deep into his soul and decided to stay, to care? To understand? To love? His eyes brimmed over and he had to clench them shut as he sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. For his heart, his soul was far, far away. Even his sheets, his music, his toys couldn’t anchor him. He was too far gone. He was drowning, and there was no one who could rescue him, save the boy with blue eyes and blonde hair, and intense loyalty and faith. Faith that he had shattered. The agony he had caused. No wonder he left.

I broke him.

And in turn, broke me.

He wept into the early hours of the morning, his tears the signs of deep hurt. A gaping wound. A heart breaking. A dream shattering.

I have loved you and you haven’t known it.

“There are reasons necromancy is something people hate. If you bring back a life, you must pay with something of equal consequence. What if it had been another life? Would you have wanted to kill someone to keep Livvy with you?”

Oh, Magnus… I didn’t kill someone… But I lost them anyway.

Then he blacked out into oblivion.

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MORE SLEEP-DEPRIVED ANGST-

except i slept a little today dw XD

Continuation of the song:

And so it seems I broke your heart My ignorance has struck again I failed to see it from the start And tore you open 'til the end

And I'm sorry to my unknown lover Sorry that I can't believe That anybody ever really Starts to fall in love with me Sorry to my unknown lover Sorry I could be so blind Didn't mean to leave you And all of the things that we had behind

And someone will love you...

tagging @purple-magic-13 @gayforcarstairsgirls @clarys-heosphoros @ddepressedbookworm and also @tinypenguinenemy bc u seemed to like my other fics :)

and also tagging @khaleesiofalicante bc i was that starstruck anon :')

Ivy, don't die XD

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