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‘One must always be careful of books, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.’

will, tessa, james & lucie - the sweetest little family of bookworms 📚

characters by @cassandraclare 🤍

#stoppp #so adorablee

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like father, like son 🦆

characters by @cassandraclare 🫶

#so cutee

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yes you write so so well, can I ask you if you think still on doing that piece of wessa and gabrily meeting edmund and linette? I remember you talked about it very long ago but in case is still a wip or a dnf

Hello! Aw, thank you so much 🥰

Hm, I don’t remember writing that fic, but I lost all of my WIPs some months ago, so if I was writing it, it’s totally gone 😔

I do have one with Will, linette, Edmund and James that I wrote a really long time ago, though. It’s in my master post 😊

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heyyyy I love your fics so much, I hope you still wrote more because you are a literal GIFT TO THIS FANDOM, also specially love the gabrily ones you get them SO WELL

hellooo!!! Ive been MIA for a really long time now and have been horrible with answering asks 😂 I’m trying to do better this year, I promise

That being said, thank you so much for taking the time to write such a lovely message 💜💜 I haven’t gotten one in a while, and it’s so nice to hear!

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New year, same deep and unabiding love for Henry and Charlotte Fairchild

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Gang, without sounding impatient and demanding, WHEN will Kickstarter backers get that first chapter of The Wicked Powers???

#i hope they share with the rest of usss 🤞🤞

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if i ever figure out how to make those "____ as vines" videos its over for all of you

#hahahahaha I would make them but I’m afraid of copyright

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Um...shhh🤫

I even made a better quality, don't pay 750$

#thank you for ur service 🫡🫡

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Tumblr doesn’t work and it doesn’t let me answer ppl so @musehart if u are reading this, tysm for replying to my post <3

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People I need your helpp 😭 The email that I had subscribed to CC newsletter with got deleted and I forgot to sign up againnn

Can someone update me on the october post?? Did we end up getting new content, or was it just kickstarter updates?

#i'm stupid #part 500000

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chain of thorns epilogue james gives off the vibe of someone who's experiencing what it's like to not be depressed for the first time ever and i do love that for him but something feels me with dread for all the things still unaddressed. someone tell him he can make it through it all and to always remember he's come so far already

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Ooh, let me know if u like it!! I don’t know if I should read it or not hahha

My sword catcher copy is still on packing stage no puc mes

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hiiiii can you plsss post it on ao3? Love to see you back writing againn

Hello!! I just posted it now:

Thanks for the ask <3

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We talk a lot about the parallels between Thomas and Gideon, which is more than fair because they're both awkward unproblematic himbos with hearts of gold. But we never talk about the parallels between Thomas and Sophie. Thomas and Sophie, who are simultaneously shy and bold; Thomas and Sophie, who always stand up for what they believe in. Thomas and Sophie, who always manage to see the nuance in every situation, who share a sense of humor and values that brook no contradiction. Loyal Thomas and loyal Sophie, who would do anything for their loved ones.

#I love how Thomas is the perfect mix between Gideon and Sophie #he’s his parents’ son 😤😤 #i also love how Eugenia is like her parents #only in their brief chaotic moments #except Eugenia is permanently chaotic

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how do you think Kits death affected Gabriel as a shadowhunter? Do you think he had a period where like Thomas became reckless and in need of the adrenaline of the fight?

Hello! Could be, though only to a certain extent. I think the Lightwoods do have that tendency to show themselves with this hard exterior that no emotion penetrates, especially in times of extreme pain, and I'm pretty sure that comes from Gabriel and Gideon tbh 😂 I mean, if we take a look at Anna and Thomas' coping mecanisms in chot and coi, it's really disastrous.

So, it's not at all unfathomable that Gabriel would go through a reckless, crazy period of rampage demon killing, but I think that Gabriel, as an adult, can probably control this better than when he was younger. I do think that when he kills demons during patrol, he definitely puts A LOT more force than it necessary to slay the demon, but I don't think that he would distance himself from Cecily nor Alex and patrol every single night to kill demons.

I actually think Gabriel would sacrifice patrols and let Cecily go in his place while he stays home and takes care of Alexander, because he knows that she probably needs it, and spending time with his youngest son helps ease the pain of losing Kit, even if it's just a little.

But yes, without a doubt, I think that both Gabriel and Cecily become more... aggressive with their demon slays. I just don't think it would be "reckless" because they had a child to look after, and I think they definitely want to stay close to him and take care of him in times like these, if that makes any sense.

Sorry for taking so long to respond, but thanks so much for sending in the ask!

#chot spoilers #chain of thorns spoilers #christopher lightwood #gabriel lightwood #tsc #tlh

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Hello!!! How is everything? I wanted to ask you if you are still writing I loved and love the gabrily you did (specially pre chot) and wanted to know if you would write more, some months ago you said you had some pieces stared

and could you share some snippets maybe?

Cheers :)

Hello!! I'm busy as always hahah

I must admit, when you sent this, I didn't have anything written that I really wanted to work on, but I did have this idea running circles around my head for a while now, so I decided to write it down. So you are allowed to take full credit for prompting my to write this.

We Are What We Love

“It’s all right, darling.” Gabriel said, more to himself than his wife. “You are going to be just fine. We’re almost at the institute.”

Gabriel spared a glance at Cecily, as he tore down London alleyways with her nestled in his arms. Cecily and Gabriel had encountered a pack of Raum demons on their patrol, and had it not been for a slip on the cobblestone (which, thanks to London weather, was wet enough to be incredibly slippery), she most likely wouldn’t have gotten bitten and scratched by the two demons she had been battling. Gabriel, having been facing in the other direction, didn’t know that his wife was in danger until she called out in pain. Gabriel—most likely in a fury driven craze, from seeing that the demons had struck down and were attacking not just his wife but the mother of his children—managed to slay them with two arrows. The arrows met their mark, though there was no time to admire such shots; once the demons had disappeared, Gabriel immediately threw down his arrow and rushed to kneel down beside Cecily, who was bleeding freely on the street. 

“Cecy,” he said, putting a hand to her cheek, while checking for her wounds. “Where does it hurt, darling?” 

The look Cecily gave him was enough for him to let out a curse and carefully scoop her up in his arms before sprinting towards the institute. 

The look of Cecily’s face now did nothing to raise Gabriel’s spirits: her lips were blue, her face a ghostly parlor to it. Her eyes began to shut.

“No! No, Cecy. Open your eyes.” 

Cecily’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes fluttering open slightly. She moved her lips to form words, but no voice came out.

Thankfully, Gabriel had reached the institute. Bounding up the steps and shouldering open the heavy doors, he called out for Will and Tessa. 

They appeared by the stairwell, the children trailing behind Tessa curiously. Will took one glance at Cecily and bounded down the institute staircase as quickly as possible. Gabriel could see Tessa out of the corner of his eye, herding away the children. 

“I’m calling the Silent Brothers,” Will said. “take her to the infirmary and do what you can.” 

Usually Gabriel would do the exact opposite of whatever Will told him to do, but now he didn’t hesitate to follow Will’s orders. 

Once in the infirmary, Gabriel laid Cecily on one of the beds gently, quickly taking a basin and a cloth to clean her wounds. Gabriel was cutting off her gear jacket, when he felt her place her hand over his forearm. 

“My leg,” she said so softly, he barely heard her. 

Gabriel’s eyes slowly travelled down to her leg. Once he caught sight of it, he could have sworn he was hit with a wave of dizziness. 

“By the angel, Cecy.” He whispered. 

…

Gabriel stayed in the infirmary the entire time the silent brothers worked to heal his wife. It was all he could do. When they finished, Brother Enoch took him aside and told him that they were hopeful that Cecily would be alright, though if she didn’t show signs of recovering, the Institute should let them know.  

And just like that, they were gone. Gabriel walked up to Cecily’s beside. He’d never seen her look so sick. He sank down in the chair beside her bed and clutched her hand. Even with her sickly appearance, her veins dark against her extremely pale skin, she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him. She was everything to him, and more so now that they had children together. Gabriel didn’t think he could tolerate losing her. 

“Gabriel.”

He looked up and saw Tessa standing by the doorway. 

“She will be alright. How about you take off your gear and go to bed?” 

Gabriel glanced at Cecily. 

“I’ll watch her,” Tessa said. “While you’re gone. If it makes you feel more confortable.”

“No, it’s alright, Tessa.” Gabriel said. 

He leaned over to kiss Cecily’s forehead goodnight and left the infirmary. Gabriel went through the typical motions of peeling off his gear, washing himself clean of demon ichor and grime from the messy battle. 

Once he was in his night clothes—despite the fact that he was utterly exhausted—he forced himself to go down the hall to Anna’s room. As he approached the door (which had been left ajar), he wasn’t surprised to hear his daughter speaking with her brother, telling him a story about—from what Gabriel could gather— a very naughty spider. 

When Gabriel cracked open the door, ever so slightly, Anna’s voice trailed off immediately, and he found two pairs of incredibly dark blue eyes blinking at him. 

“You two should be asleep.” Gabriel said, though he couldn’t find it in himself to sound stern. 

“Papa!” Anna said, trying to look behind him. “Where’s Mam?” 

“She’s resting,” Gabriel said, coming inside.

“Will she be alright?” Anna asked quietly. 

Gabriel smiled down at her. She looked so much like her mother, Gabriel had trouble believing he had any part in her constitution. He sat down on the bed, in front of them. “Yes, she will be perfectly fine.”

Anna nodded, relieved. Gabriel thought wistfully of a time where every single worry could be dispelled by a parent’s reassurance. Well…Gabriel’s father had never been reassuring, but Gabriel did remember a simpler time, where everything his father said was true, and that was all there really was too it. Now that Gabriel is an adult himself, he found that the black and white did not exist it the world: it was only a mix of different shades of gray that one simply had to try to make sense of.   

“Could you stay here, Papa?” Anna said, her eyes wide. “Only for a little while.” 

Christopher nodded beside her.

Gabriel smiled. How could he deny them? 

“All right, but only if you promise to try to get some sleep.” 

“Yes, Papa.” They both said simultaneously. 

Gabriel sat in between them, his back against the headboard. 

“I was telling Christopher about the spider I saw this morning.” Anna said, yawning. “You should have seen it, Papa. It was quite big. Bigger than any I’d ever seen.”

Gabriel listened to Anna, even as her words started to slur together, pauses in her speech being longer. Christopher was already curled up beside him, sleeping peacefully. Gabriel barely registered Anna’s heavy breathing, before falling asleep as well. 

… 

Gabriel woke up with his neck screaming in pain. He winced as he tried to relieve the stiffness by rolling his head. He felt it crack loudly and looked down to make sure he didn’t wake the children. Anna was unbothered, sleeping soundly on her side, her thumb close to her slightly parted lips. 

The only time you’ll ever see her completely still, Gabriel remembered Cecily saying with a laugh. 

Gabriel looked to his left and was surprised to find that Christopher was not there. He got up quickly, his pulse increasing significantly.

Maybe he went back to his room? But when Gabriel checked, his son was nowhere to be seen. 

After a couple of minutes spent searching (rather frantically) Gabriel finally found him in the infirmary, cross legged beside Cecily’s bedside. His tiny back slumping, his head tilted upwards as if he were looking at his mother (though Gabriel knew he wouldn’t be able to see much from down there). A memory flashed before his eyes, one that he had long forgotten until that very moment. Gabriel had been a small child himself, standing by his mother’s bedside as she breathed slowly and raggedly. 

“I love you,” she had said to him, her voice barely a whisper. “I love you, Gabriel.”

Gabriel had very few memories of his mother; when he had been an adolescent, he had only one. Now as an adult, as a father, there were certain situations that brought back flashes of his mother.  

Snapping out of his haze, he walked towards his son; Gabriel could see his droopy eyelids threatening to close any minute. 

“Kit,” he said. 

Christopher rubbed his eyes. “Hello, papa. I came to see Mam.”

“Yes, I can see that.” 

Kit yawned and lifted his arms, holding them out to Gabriel. His eyes were fluttering closed and he could barely manage to sit straight. 

Gabriel lifted him in his arms and Kit immediately snuggled close to his chest. 

“Goodnight, Mam.” Kit said suddenly, waving to his mother. 

At first Gabriel thought he was only saying because he’d become accustomed to it; however, upon turning around, Gabriel found that Cecily had woken, her dark blue eyes smiling at Christopher and Gabriel, before slipping back into sleep. Gabriel stood still for a while, before looking down at Christopher. The small boy had rested his head on Gabriel’s collarbone, and was already sleeping soundingly. Gabriel took that as a cue to leave the room. He kissed the top of Kit’s head and left the room. 

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It was many days before Cecily was sitting up once more. Her mangled leg was still too injured to put weight on it, but the poison had slowly left her bloodstream. She had lost a lot of weight in the lapse of time that she was fighting the demon poison and her skin had taken a paler sheen than usual. 

Beside her sickly appearance, Cecily made up for it with her usual bright character, that had seemed to remain untouched by the misfortunes for the demon poisoning. She neatly plaited Anna’s unruly dark hair every morning, as she always does and played chess with the children while Gabriel was training. She wistfully spoke about how she missed playing the harp (beside the fact that she was in no condition to play) and going to sleep beside her husband (she only said this when she was alone with Gabriel, though). 

Gabriel had gotten used to having to stay up late with the children, waiting for them to drift off to sleep. This left a lot of time for Gabriel to reflect. On the nights where Cecily had been in a more worrying state, he couldn’t help but think of his own father, who had been left a widow with three young children. Except, Benedict had never comforted Gabriel and Gideon when their mother had died. Gabriel was quite sure he never stayed up late to make sure they felt loved and reassured before they fell asleep. He couldn’t comprehend how something so intuitive, something that came so naturally to him, didn’t even ocurre to Benedict to do. Or maybe he had thought of it, but didn’t care enough to act upon it. 

“The brothers come tomorrow.” Gabriel said now to Cecily. “We can ask them if you can go back to our room, instead of staying here until you recover.”

“And if they refuse,” Cecily said. “We ignore them, and you take me upstairs anyway.”

Gabriel chuckled. “I can’t refuse you, can I?” 

Cecily only shook her head.

Luckily, the Silent Brothers let Cecily go back to her room. The second they left, both Gabriel and Cecily laughed like children as he carried her bridal-style up down the hall and up the stairs to their bedroom. 

“Hello again, beautiful bedroom!” Cecily said. “Oh how I missed your oversized windows and tiny automaton. I even missed the mysterious bloodstain on the wallpaper!”

Gabriel shuddered. “We must get rid of that.”

“I must admit, I’ve become quite fond of it,” Cecily said. 

Gabriel gave her a pointed look, which earned him a laugh and a kiss on the cheek. 

“But most of all, I missed you.” she said. 

“I was always here.” Gabriel said, kissing her forehead.

“I know,” She replied. “But I missed you all the same."

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I LOVE THIS

Got any random Fairchild family headcanons, especially ones pertaining to Matthew and Henry?

Oh, I always have headcanons!

Also, sorry I took so long to answer, I am currently withering away to sawdust. 

Matthew was one of those “nicely disobedient kids”. Someone will be like “okay, keep your shoes on okay? It’s important not to take them off in here alright?” and he's like “yeah yeah yeah! I got it!” then tears his pants and shirt away and takes off running. 

Both Matthew and Charles were those kids who just hung off their parents 24/7. Actually, all the TID gangs kids are like that. Someone is always carrying at least one child. Henry’s lap is prime real estate. So are Will’s shoulders. What are adults if not your personal chauffeur?

Henry and Matthew actually do have very similar hair, although Matthew’s is straighter. Matthew can’t tell because, you know, he styles it, and Henry absolutely does not. 

Matthew’s concern about not looking like his father in GOTSM is distressing because its so unfounded. He looks a lot like both his parents, and frankly he’s the only one who's never noticed.

Christmas is soooo fun there. Mostly because they dont do any of it at their own house, they just go to all the christmas parties they get invited to and watch shit go down. Every shadowhunter party is a madhouse. Matthew and Charles get released into the crowd of children to play, and Henry and Charlotte just kind of sit to the side and watch everything dissolve into chaos. They’ll send Matthew and Charles home with an uncle or aunt, they're staying to watch 24 year old Micheal what's his name from some corner of Britain tries to fight his 64 year old uncle over the rise of livestock taxes in liverpool. Charlotte doesnt feel morally obligated to step until chairs become involved.

Other than the entertianment of christmas chaos, holidays are fun. They come with markets and present shopping. Matthew and Charles get paired off with whatever parent, then their basically free in a christmas market (provided they stay within five feet of said parent.) Matthew goes with Henry and has the time of his life. He comes home with pockets full of peppermint candies choclaty little fingers and a whole lot of happiness. Also, did you know theres fun holiday stuff in the shadowmarket? Whats better than sitting in your dads lap while he chats with a warlock in a demon language like forty people in the world speak, then going back to the cities for a chocolate croissant. Hey, it's safer than you think, Henry's not letting Matthew go anywhere in that market lol.

Of course, there a lots of bedtime stories and songs. Matthew is big on bedtime stories, though he has a few favorites. He's quite keen on Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, and he asks for it at least once a week. That was Henry's favorite as a child, and there are several copies to pick from which may be part of why Matthew likes it so much.

When Matthew gets a little older they move onto more interesting stuff. You know, the normal books for a nine year old; like The Travels of Marco Polo. Matthew is a well educated nine year old.

There's a lot of checkers and chess. Charlotte is decent at chess, and Henry's amazing at it, though Charles Buford and Matthew are more average. Matthew does, however, enjoy the aesthetic, and can play a mean game of checkers.

Tea time is important. World might be burning down but there will be tea on the Fairchild's table.

Matthew and Charles get sent flowers on special occasions. Doesn't really matter if they want flowers, or if they are "far to old for such frivolaty, I have things to do they'll simply die-" (coughcharlesbufordcough), they get them anyway. Henry and Charlotte have had the same ancient florist from Yorkshire doing it for decades, and considering she's been ninety since Henry was about six, and shows no signs of mortality, Charles and Matthew should prepare to have flowers forever.

One good rule for the kids in that house is to a) knock, and b) if that door is locked, do NOT open it. Really a rule all the TID gang kids know. If you decide to open, or try to open, or even hang out near, a locked door (or any thin walls) may the consequences be on your own head. Look, everyone in that group loves their partner very much, 

That’s why Charles Buford is so bitter btw. Didn’t know the rule, scarred for life. Pretty much like that vine.