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Um am I too earlier for the Cruel Summer fanfiction? Because Derek Turner deserves it.

#cruel summer #jeanette turner #kate wallis #derek turner #olivia holt #sarah drew #freeform

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Okay, so I just finished Shadow and Bone... Wow. So Good. That being said, does anyone think that Darklina will play out differently in the Netflix series than it did in the books? Like I don’t want to like him but I do, and I have to know of anyone thinks it’s possible.

#shadow and bone #the darkling #alina starkov #mal oretsev #zoya nazyalensky #netflix #grishaverse #kaz brekker #six of crows

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So does anyone know of Chicago Med has a fandom? From what I have seen it is not much, and that sucks because this show is so good!! That being said, is there still hope for manstead??!?!

#chicago med #natalie manning #will halstead #ethan choi #connor rhodes #crockett marcel #chicago fire #chicago pd #jay halstead

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Uh- dumb question: where can I find the Jemma blackstairs deleted scenes.

#alec lightwood #emma carstairs #clary fairchild #jace herondale #izzy lightwood #the dark artifices #tda #julian blackthorn #jemma blackstairs

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So Chain of Iron is coming out in a few weeks and I just have one question:

Does anyone think there is hope for Lucy and Matthew?

I actually want an answer.

#alec lightwood #clary fairchild #emma carstairs #izzy lightwood #jace herondale #books #james herondale #lucie herondale #mathew fairchild #chain of gold #chain of iron #tessa gray #will herondale

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So who’s gonna start writing the FanFiction.Net about Nabrina and the life they should’ve had? Please let me know!

#nabrina #caos netflix #caos #sabrina spellman #chilling adventures of sabrina #nicholas scratch

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Japril

You’re telling me that the only grey’s ship to have two episodes entirely dedicated to it is not going to end up together? This is clownery. They were great together.

#aprilkepsmd #jackson avery #april kepner #grey's anatomy #meredith grey #japril #alex karev

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Mini Riverdale (Barchie) rant

(No not a negative Barchie rant)

I think that Riverdale in general has gone downhill. I watched season one and I thoroughly enjoyed it, and season two wasn’t terrible. The second season was obviously worse than the first. And the show truly did peak in season one, and at this point it is a guilty pleasure thing. Season three was just ridiculous. As I finished season three, I was looking forward to season four because there was a promising story line. Season four was... alright. However I would 100% call it a missed opportunity. There is so much more that they could have done with Jughead’s “death”

But, this is about Barchie. I was looking forward to this ship for so long. I knew in season one their story wasn’t over and I did ship Bughead for a long time. I feel like Bughead’s relationship is now boring. I mean they’re cute and maybe it is what some would consider an adult relationship, although I have heard varying opinions on that.... I feel like it has run its course. Betty and Archie were always supposed to happen. Maybe they aren’t endgame, but they were supposed to happen.They were one of, if not the most, important part of the comics and the show has fallen so far from the comics but to completely cut them out was ridiculous so it didn’t surprise me that this happened...

I just wish that they could have had a chance without going behind Jughead and Veronica’s backs. I mean they deserved a chance but they started out doomed. I’m not saying that Betty and Archie aren’t better off friends, maybe they are. I ship Barchie and I feel like as a Barchie shipper we were robbed of what they could have had. We’ve been saying that the show should at least give them a fighting chance as a couple. Everyone has made up their minds that they are awful when we haven’t even seen them together yet, but I mean I don’t really blame anyone because the show refuses to give them a healthy chance.

And when they finally did get together and they’re childhood together was explored, even under despicable circumstances, they just shut it down like it was nothing. I believe that Betty is scared of what she feels for Archie because it was supposed to be over and so many people could be hurt. I personally don’t think she loves Jughead like she used to. We know Archie doesn’t love Veronica completely anymore.

I’m just saying I expected more from Barchie.

#barchie #bettycooper #jughead jones #riverdale #archie and betty #archie andrews #betty cooper #veronica lodge #archie comics

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So it’s been a long time and I realize that I’m not running a very good Shadowhunters blog, but did we find out why the Carstairs owe the Herondale in Chain if Gold? I can’t remember.

#alec lightwood #clary fairchild #emma carstairs #izzy lightwood #jace herondale #books #christopher lightwood #charles fairchild #charlotte fairchild #chain of gold #lucie herondale #james carstairs #jem carstairs #tessa gray #will herondale

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So chain of gold is out and my question is: if the only option for Carstairs descent is Alastair, how the hell did that happen? How did we ever get to Emma for Alastair? Any theories?

#emma carstairs #alastair carstairs #charles fairchild #chain of gold #tlh theories #tlh #tlh spoilers #tessa gray #will herondale #lucie herondale #cordelia carstairs #thomas lightwood #james herondale #christopher lightwood #anna lightwood #grace blackthorn #cecily lightwood #jordelia #mathew fairchild

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Blackstairs Children Fic: 4

Livvy paced the floor of her room, thank god Celine, Cordelia, and Pearson were at their mundane history class that she had taken last year. She anxiously gripped the phone that she had pinned to her ear. She nervously waited for a voice to cut through the silence.

“Hello?” she finally heard.

“Mom?” Livvy asked.

“Oh I don’t know any moms, maybe you have the wrong number.” Livvy groaned into the phone and Emma chuckled, “Hey Liv, what’s up?”

“Nothing. How’s the institute?”

“All’s good here. I’m good. Dad’s good. Dru and Tavvy are coming to visit tomorrow. Oh, crap that was supposed to be a surprise!” Livvy laughed. “There’s that sound I love so much. What’s going on, Love? Why did you really call?”

“I wanted to hear my lovely mama’s voice.”

“Oh, you’re good, kid. Now, why are you really calling?”

“I-I was wondering if I could come home.”

“Livvy, why? You love school.”

“I just think that I could better train for my testing at home with you and dad. You could help train me for my ranking test when you’re not busy, and dad could help tutor me when he has time.”

“Love, your siblings didn’t come home beforehand and they did fine.”

“Really? Remember Eleanor.”

“Eleanor is the exception, not the rule. Besides, you know your sister is better at the mental aspect of things. John and Andrew did perfectly fine.”

“Andrew made the second rank, and John barely made first. Angel forgive me for saying this, but I can do better than all three of them if I have the right training.”

“Ok, I’ll make you a deal. If you still want to come home after our visit this weekend, then we’ll bring you home for the week.”

“Thank you, mom.”

“Of course, my love. I’ve got to go but I love you very very much.”

“I love you too, mom, so much.”

“It’s gonna be ok, hon. I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Then Livvy clicked the line off

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“What’s wrong?” came her husband’s voice. Emma turned her head to see Julian leaning on the door frame.

��That was Livvy. She wants to come home from school.”

“Livvy? Livvy loves school. Are you sure it wasn’t Eleanor?”

“I’m very sure.”

“That’s not like her. I wonder what’s going on?”

“Do you think someone is bullying her?”

“Why would they bully her?”

“Well, we’re not exactly the two most popular people in the shadow world. There are still cohort sympathizers out there, who don’t approve of the two of us or our kids.”

“That’s not fair and it’s not their fault. They shouldn’t have to pay for our mistakes.” Emma put her arms around Julian’s neck and he placed his hands on her waist.

“I don’t think that Livvy is getting bullied. She’s too much like her aunt to stand for that.” Julian laughed and smiled. “We’re gonna get to the bottom of it, I promise.”

“Ok, but maybe we should let her come home anyway. We didn’t get to spend much time together this summer when she was in New York, and then I was traveling so much I just miss her.”

“Maybe we should. We have to tell the kids our news anyway.”

“Do you think they’ll be happy about it?”

“I think so.” Julian pulled Emma closer and kissed her.

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“Hey, what happened to you this morning?” Jonathan asked from behind Livvy.

“Ha,” Livvy said as she continued to punch the punching bag. “Like you care.”

“I care about you, Livvy, and I wasn’t honest with you.”

Livvy turned to face him, “So then be honest with me!”

“It was Cristal Whitelaw. We had a thing last year at school and she won’t let it go.”

“Then why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because she threatened me. She said she would tell everyone what we did last summer. And I couldn’t- I can’t let you get hurt, Liv, I can’t let you.” He looked at her finally seeing she was looking at him too. “I know I messed up, and I know that you didn’t deserve any of that. I was trying to protect you because I care about you, Livvy, so freaking much.” She launched herself into his arms and he caught her in a way she knew he would. She forgave him, and he knew that she cared for him too.

That’s how they found themselves on the roof that night. They were completely silent when Livvy told him, “I’m leaving school for a while.” He took her hand with a silent promise that nothing you would change, but soon everything would...

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Blackstairs Children fic: 3

Blackstairs Children fic: 3

“Come on, Liv,” said John Blackthorn. He was pissed at his sister. The two of them could hardly fight together with a win anymore because they knew each other’s moves. But now, it was like Livvy wasn’t even trying.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a stone face. John raises his eyebrows. “Go again.”

“I think that’s enough for today.”

“What? Why?” John observed his sister. He remembered her as a child. She always crinkled her nose in frustration and she raised her voice when she was mad. Looking at her now at sixteen, it was like looking at her when she was three years old.

“Because you’re my baby sister and something is obviously wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong and just because you’re my big brother doesn’t mean you know me.”

“How can you say that we grew up together? I slept in the bedroom down the hall. Andrew and I know you better than anyone else in the world, except, maybe, Celine.”

“Well, you obviously don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” John racked his mind for all of the possibilities of what could be wrong. Then it clicked.

“Did you and Jonathan have a fight? He was like this too this morning. I know how you both get after you fight with one another.” Livvy’s back was to John, but he could tell she was getting angrier. Her fists were clenched and her shiny skin reddened.

“You know nothing, John. I didn’t fight with Jonathan, and, apparently, you have been delusional for a really long time because Jonathan and I have never and won’t ever have a relationship, let alone a friendship.” He knew that wasn’t true. He had always liked that Jonathan and his sister had been close.

“Liv-” Then suddenly there was a knife in her hand, and she swung around as the words flew from her mouth.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” The knife hit the wall behind him, narrowly missing his head. He stood still, shocked, his sister was never a violent person unless she was fighting. She was the best person he knew with little kids she was so gentle.

“Livvy I-” 

“Get out! Just get out!” she sobbed violently now. He wanted to reach out and grab her, just to hug her. He even tried, but she glared at him. So eventually, against his better judgment, he left. He saw Celine on the way out and they seemed to have communicated with one look. He saw her rush into the training room to see his sister

“Livvy, what’s wrong?” Celine bent to touch her on the shoulder, but Livvy shrugged her off. She stalked up onto the loft and through a door that led to the weapons room. 

One or two families at the academy shared a weapon room. In this case, the Blackthorn weapons room, which all of the Blackthorn siblings’ families used, was shared with the Lightwood-Banes. Sometimes it seemed like this small room lined with blades was the only place where she could be truly alone.

She sobbed as she sat on the counter. She thought of all the things, all the people, who angered her. Her blood boiled, literally and she started to sweat even more.  She got hotter and hotter until she screamed. 

She screamed and the windows broke. Then she swung her left hand at the wall with the swords hung up and motioned down and the swords fell. She looked in the mirror and saw that her eyes glowed a color of purple and her hands did too. 

Then her vision went black. The edges started to give way, and her body hit the ground; she felt glass cut her temple. She uttered two words, “Mom. Dad.”

Then, finally, everything went black.

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Jonathan and Mateo walked together to the table that sat outside in the shade of the Weeping Willow tree by the pond. They sat here everyday since last year. “It was so weird. Livvy’s never like that,” they heard John say.

“What was Livvy doing that was weird?” Mateo said. 

“We were training this morning and she wasn’t fighting like she usually did. She was short with her motions and she was hesitating, and that wasn’t like her. I asked her what was going on, and she started being really snappy,” John said.

“yeah, I went in to check on her afterward and she shrugged me off.”

“Where is she now?” Pearson asked, leaning against a tree.

“I don’t know,” John said. Andrew looked more panicked than any of them.

“Well, if no one knows where she is, we have to go find her. There is no way in hell I’m letting her run around unstable,” Andrew said.

“When has Livvy ever been unstable?” Jonathan asked.

“I’m sure that when Livvy gets here for lunch she will explain everything,” said Cordelia, and so they waited and waited. 

“Lunch is almost over? Just like her skin, her punctuality is flawless,” said Pearson. Jonathan sighed; he knew this was all his fault. 

Suddenly Andrew stood up, “I’m done waiting, I don’t care if none of you are coming with, I’m going to find my sister.” Celine rushed off after him, followed by John, Pearson, and Cordelia.

“What’s up, man?” asked Mateo, “you look like my Abuela after a few too many empanadas.”

“I messed up, and I’m nor sure I can fix it.”

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Eleanor was nodding along as Andrew frantically spewed words. “I don’t know what happened. John said she wouldn’t say anything about why she was upset. Now we can’t find her.”

Eleanor looked at the faces who sat before on the ground, while she occupied the couch. Her brothers, the Herondale siblings, her cousin, and Cordelia and Pearson. “You,” she focused on Celine, very aware that the girl was glaring daggers at her, “You know Livvy almost as well as Andrew and John and I, so where is she?”

“I already told you, I don’t know.”

“Fine. Then boy Herondale, where is my sister?”

“What?” Jonathan questioned, “How should I know?”

“You two are close, do you know where she is?”

“No,” he said; feeling guilty.

“She’s only been gone for a few hours. However, we need to find her before mom and dad find out she’s missing. So look everywhere.”

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“Livvy, Livvy,” she heard, cutting the darkness away. “Livvy, Livvy wake up.” She, finally after a minute, woke up. She saw a man above her.

“Uncle Kit?” She felt his hand on her back holding her up.

“Yeah, it’s me. What happened? What do you remember?”

“I-I was so angry, and I started to sweat. Then I threw a hand in and then glass was flying at me, and the swords were falling down.”

“That makes sense you literally woke up in blood and water.”

“Uncle Kit, there’s something else. My eyes and my hands were glowing purple.” Kit looked perplexed.

“Purple? That’s so X-men.” Livvy raised her eyebrows at him. “Nevermind. I’ll look into your symptoms, in the meantime, go clean yourself up and I’ll let your parents know what happened.”

“No, you can’t tell them.”

“Why?”

“My mom told me when I turned eighteen, I would have Cortana.”

“Your mom is going to give you Cortana whether you have powers or not.”

“You think I have powers?”

“I don’t know, but I promise we’ll figure it out.”

#clary fairchild #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #jemma blackstairs #Livvy Blackthorn #Ty Blackthorn #kit herondale #Simon Lewis #izzy lightwood #Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #Jace Herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #will herondale #cristina rosales #mark blackthorn #kieran kingson #tavvy blackthorn #cortana #Cordelia Carstairs #tmi #tda #tsc #tid #Clace #cassandra clare #sizzy #malec

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Someone tell me where the good Blackstairs fanfiction is!!!!

Leave comments please!!!❤️

#alec lightwood #clary fairchild #emma carstairs #izzy lightwood #jace herondale #james herondale #jem carstairs #jemma blackstairs #julian blackthorn #lucie herondale #tda #tlh #tmi #tsc #blackstairs #clace

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Blackstairs Children Fic no: 2

Livvy Blackthorn matched up to the stairs of the academy followed by Celine and Pearson, who was clad in a bright yellow blazer and pants and black button-up with his signature purple bow tie. Celine held the key to their room that the three of them shared with Cordelia, while Mateo shared with Ezekiel Rosales.

As Celine unlocked the door, she got a glimpse into the room across the hall. In that room, she saw her brothers and Jonathan hauling boxes labeled sneakers into their bedrooms.

Livvy stepped into the light blue circular common room. Pearson’s dad, Magnus, who was basically Livvy’s second dad, had taken Pearson up the week before to decorate, so the room looked like it had popped straight out of Versailles. The tables were golden, the furniture was vintage looking, and bejeweled Knick-knacks filled every flat surface.

Celine and Livvy shared a room, while Cordelia and Pearson got their own. The shared room was painted a light shade of blue. It held to large canopy beds on either wall. Celine and Livvy always shared nicely, so what was on the other's desk was basically open to all.

“So,” Celine said, as she flopped on her bed, “what did your dad want?” Livvy’s mind went back to Julian and Emma telling her about Cortana,

“Just that you are looking at the future owner of Cortana,” she said with a squeal and a smile. Celine gasped.

“By the angel, really?” Celine said happily, “What about perfect Eleanor?” Celine was not a fan of Livvy’s elder sister. After Eleanor broke the heart of Celine’s eldest brother, Stephen, she could never look at the girl the same way.

“My mom said the sword belonged to a warrior.”

“And that is most definitely you,” Celine exclaimed as she hugged Livvy. Then, a tail turned the doorknob from the other side and in walked Pearson and Cordelia.

“We heard screaming,” said Pearson with intrigue. Celine excitedly relayed the story.

“I’m thrilled for you, Liv,” Cordelia gushed.

“Yes, darling, I’m tickled pink for you,” Pearson said as he changed his blazer color from yellow to pink. Livvy smiled at her friends.

“Thanks, guys. I’m gonna head up to the training room to get a head start.” After nods from each of her roommates, Livvy three on training clothes and ran downstairs to the training room.

First Livvy practiced falling from the beams, then she threw knives and when all fifteen didn’t hit perfectly she did it again and again and again-

“Hey,” came a voice. Livvy whipped around to see Jonathan Herondale. She simply gave him a look and then hit a knife through the target. “Whose face are you picturing on that target?”

“You May know him he’s tall, blonde, arrogant, and eerily lurking.”

“He sounds charming,” Jonathan replied with a smirk.

"He's not."

"Liv, look I never meant to upset you."

"You never meant to upset me? What did you think you were going to do, Jonathan? You kissed me and then walked away."

"Liv, please forgive me."

"I don't want to do this. My parents did this. My dad loved my mom when he was a little boy, and when he realized he might lose her, he became her parabatai. Then when they fell in love, they had to pretend it wasn't a big deal. I won't do that."

"Liv I-"

"We've done this our entire lives, Jonathan. We've danced around this possibility of something, and I’m tired of it, Johnny, I’m so tired.” Jonathan’s heart melted when she called him the nickname that she had come up with when she was merely seven years old. Only she had ever been able to call him that. “I’m not crazy, right? Everything I’ve ever felt about you, you’ve felt about me. If you’ve just been trying to let me down easy or it’s all in my head, are you just playing with me because it’s a Herondale thing to do.”

She saw the hesitation in his eyes. She saw the boy she had a crush on. She saw the man, who she had grown to love.

“I was only ever playing with you,” he said slowly as he watched her face fall. “You’re free to go.” His heart broke a little bit as he watched a tear fall from her eye. She quickly wiped.

“Thank you.” She walked from the room leaving him alone.

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Jonathan walked the grounds with the thoughts of love and loss pounding in his head. He’d seen a lot of terrible things in his life, despite the attempts of his late to shield him, but seeing Livvy cry was by far the worst.

Livvy had been many things to him over the years. She was never just his best friends’ sister or his sister’s best friend. To him, she was always Livvy, Livvy who understood him better than anyone, Livvy who loved him for who he was. She believed in him, he remembered her telling him so before his second year placement test.

He believed in her too. To him, it didn’t matter if she was descended from heroes, he just knew that someday she would change the world. He wanted more than anything to be by her side when she did. God, if he would have never met Cristal Whitelaw things would be so much different.

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Can someone please tell me when Cassie confirmed that Clary and Jace share a toothbrush??

#alec lightwood #clary fairchild #emma carstairs #izzy lightwood #jace herondale #james herondale #jem carstairs #jemma blackstairs #julian blackthorn #lucie herondale #will herondale #tmi #tlh #tda #simon lewis #clace

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Blackstairs Children Fic no:1

Julian stood in front of the griddle, which was currently on the last pancake of the batch, with a towel thrown over his shoulder. His wife, Emma, sat at the kitchen table polishing Cortana; Emma’s hands shook, though it was only visible to Julian, as she anticipated the day ahead. 

Today was the day that their four children would head back to the academy. Eleanor, who was named for Julian’s mother, would be heading into her fourth and final year at the academy at 18 years old. The twins, Andrew and John, named for their parents’ respective fathers, would be in their third year. Finally, the baby of the family, Livvy or Olivia, would be entering her second year. 

“Good morning,” said a calm voice from the entrance of the kitchen. Julian turned as the last pancake finished to see his oldest child, Eleanor.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” said Emma. “Your father made pancakes, would you like some?”

“One. The first day’s training is the worst and too many might upset my stomach,” said Eleanor as she took a swig from a plastic water bottle. Emma knew because her and Jace Herondale had helped design the training curriculum, that the first day’s training was not, in fact, the worst. It was for El because she refused to train during the summer, though she was very good when she applied herself. 

“Did you check in on your siblings on the way down?” asked her father.

“No, but does in surprise you, I am the first one here?”

“No, what surprises me is that your mother is down before ten o’clock,” her father said with a sinister smile. Her mother had her hand on her chest in mock-horror.

“How dare you? As if I would miss my oldest child’s last first day.”

“Don’t forget your youngest child’s first day of her second year,” Eleanor said with concern for her sister. Second-year was the hardest in testing, both physically and mentally. Tests about the government, shadowhunter history, and then the placement test of her training, which would determine what class she would be put in. The higher the class the faster one excelled through the education of all different weapons and the physical weight in which a person could take. There were four different ranks, one being the highest, Eleanor was put in the third, Andrew the second, and John the first, there was little doubt that Livvy wouldn’t make first for she took after their mother in the way of training. 

“Morning,” said Livvy cheerfully as she skipped to the table and sat down across from her mother. She wore the uniform a plaid blue skirt and white button-up with a navy blue blazer that held the crest of both the school and her family name. The Blackthorn children, or Emma and Julian’s, blazers held both the Blackthorn and Carstairs crests. Her brown hair was tied into a loose low side bun. She piled three pancakes onto her plate and adorned them with strawberries and syrup.

“Want any whip cream?” Julian asked her, knowing full well it was her favorite.

“No.” Emma put a hand over her forehead to check for fever in mock-concern. Julian raised his eyebrows but before he could protest Eleanor spoke up.

“I’ll have some.” She sprayed the white foam on her pancakes and took a bite. Her eyes got large and she spluttered the food from her mouth and rinsed it with water, though she was still choking. With her face red and her voice raised, she shouted, “Shaving cream? Seriously?”

Emma had a hand covering her mouth and was badly trying to hold back laughter. Julian was doing a much better job of concealing his own laughter. Livvy smiled as two boys with the same brown hair but different eyes, came around the corner laughing. Eleanor smacked her brothers on the arms.

“Eleanor be nice. Boys, what were y- No I am not surprised, but on the first day, really?” asked Julian sternly.

“Come on, Dad it was funny,” said John, the brown-eyed one.

“It was not,” snapped Eleanor, “Did you know about this?” she demanded from Livvy.

“No,” she said innocently. Eleanor knew that her parents wouldn’t discipline her younger sister without proof; that was the way it had always been. Before more of an argument could pursue, their father signaled that it was time to go through the portal. Portals had been put in almost every institute after the war with the cohort. Julian stepped through holding Emma’s hand, then came Andrew followed by a still laughing John, then went Eleanor who still held a furious expression, finally Livvy went through. 

In seconds, she was in the courtyard of the academy. The school was nestled into the mountains near the scholomance. Livvy immediately spotted her best friend, Celine Herondale.

Celine was all blonde hair and green eyes. She would have looked like her father, Livvy’s favorite uncle, Jace Herondale, had she not had eyes that transformed her face and making her mother shine through. “I missed you so much,” Celine had brought her into a bone-crushing hug.

“I missed you too.”

“Did anyone miss me?” strolling over to them was the very flamboyant Pearson Lightwood-Bane. The boy was a warlock with a tail. A literal lion’s tail that moved very animatedly as he talked and sometimes helped the boy in his daily tasks, hung from him. He had dark brown skin and hair that was cropped short but dyed a shade of white. He wore extravagant suits with different patterns on them daily.

Coming towards them, was the last two members of their group. Cordelia Carstairs, who was the exact replica of her older sister, Mina, ran at them launching herself into Livvy’s arms. Just behind her, was Livvy’s cousin, Mateo. With his caramel skin and bone structure, he looked like his mother, Cristina, but he had his father’s, Livvy’s Uncle Mark, eyes. Mateo smiled brightly at them and launched into telling them about his summer in Mexico. Celine seemed bored having heard the story before, as they both lived in New York. 

“Hey, your brother got hotter over the summer,” whispered Celine in Livvy’s ear causing her to roll her eyes; her best friend had a dreadful crush on John. “Oh, don’t act like you didn’t notice mine.” Celine referred to Jonathan William Herondale, who Livvy had most definitely noticed him. He was a carbon copy of Jace. He was gorgeous and of course, she noticed him she always had. Jonathan had noticed her too, he had told her so when he came to the LA institute to stay with her brothers, who were his best friends. In the music room, she had been playing the violin, which her Uncle Jem taught her, when he wandered in, shirtless. He sat next to her on the piano bench and taught her a song, afterward there was silence and a lot of staring, specifically at each other's lips. He told her he wanted to kiss her and she had let him, then he walked away, in true Herondale fashion. They always had those moments, even when they were growing up.

They hadn’t spoken since. 

“Liv,” came her father’s voice. She dismissed herself from the group and walked toward her parents. Her mother had shadows of tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Her father was already crying.

“Livvy, my baby,” Emma said, “We have to tell you something.” The three of them sat on a bench together slightly out of the way. “Your father and I want you to have something, well soon you will,.” Her mother reached behind her and pulled Cortana from where it was strapped to her back. “My angel, someday who will have Cortana,” this surprised Livvy. She had always wanted this but always thought that it would be Eleanor’s.

“Why me?”

Her father answered her, “Cortana once belonged to Cordelia Carstairs. She was parabatai to a Herondale, as well as married to one, but that hardly matters. She was brave and kind, she saw the good in her brother when people thought there was none to be found. Your whole life I have watched you bond with Eleanor, sit at her bed when she had night terrors when you were just a child. You nurtured your brothers into showing the world their true potential. You and your siblings, as well as marrying your mother are the best things I have ever done.”

“We love you, Livvy,” her mother said. “We love your siblings too, but in my heart, I know this sword belongs to a warrior. Your sister is so smart and she will be a great centurion if she fulfills her plan, but she is not a warrior. Andrew and John are warriors and I believe they will do right by their name. But you, Livvy, are a fierce, powerful woman. You know the difference between when to be kind and when to be ruthless, which is either good or bad depending on how you look at it. You have trained harder than anyone I have ever met and you love being a shadowhunter in a way I have never seen. I am so proud of you. If it were not enough that your father and I think you should have Cortana, Jem and Tessa, who knew its previous owners, wish it too, as well as I believe that Cortana has chosen you. So on your eighteenth birthday, Cortana will be yours.”

“But mom what about you?” Julian and Emma smiled at each other.

“I will be fine. Cortana has protected me, and now it will protect you.”

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