#anti thomastair

[a-dream-dirty-and-bruised]

Probably a very unpopular opinion but Alastair deserves way better than canon Thomas

#character growth honest communication whatever the 1903 equivalent of therpay is and time then yeah ok #but without that looking back on what their relationship has been for the past few months😬 #Alastair deserves better than that and I will fight to death on this hill #alastair carstairs #I don’t want to tag this anti Thomas lightwood because I love him😭 #or at least the fanon version in my head or him before the engagement party #please don’t get me wrong he’s a complex person and he’s going through a lot and his grief and desperation not to be an imposition shouldn’t #be ignored but until him and Cassandra Clare acknowledge that or stop treating it as an excuse or justification then I don’t want them to be #together #anti thomastair #I’m tagging it so people can filter it if they want but that doesn’t mean I feel good about it😭 #Thomastair in my head are relaxing on a comfortable sofa right now being all sappy and adorable but canon Thomas is telling Alastair he #deserves to be hated and threatening to throw him off a bridge #the last hours

[lightstairs1902]

🤞😍👈 Ch@rles

Wow get rid of this mf

Cassie, girl -, why?

#chain of gold #chain of iron #the last hours #shadowhunters #thomas lightwood #cordelia carstairs #charles fairchild #tsc #james herondale #matthew fairchild #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #anti charles fairchild #the shadowhunter chronicles #chain of thorns #anna lightwood #kermit the frog #thomastair #cassandra clare #alastair carstairs

[alastairstom]

A headcanon: In Chain of Gold, the narration notes in passing that Matthew nicks cologne from Charles. When Alastair integrates with the friend group, this is triggering for him, but Matthew has absolutely no idea about this and continues wearing it. Alastair's too proud and self-sufficient to tell Matthew it's bothering him, but Thomas notices. He thinks that Alastair's feelings for this are private, so he never tells Matthew, either. Instead, he just starts getting Matthew random expensive colognes as gifts. Matthew has no idea why Thomas is being so nice, but is delighted that his friend is thinking of him and pleased to have such nice colognes. Thomas never tells Alastair what he's doing, but he eventually figures it out and is extremely moved.

#thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #matthew fairchild #anti charles fairchild

[cant-think-of-anything]

thomas can’t be beating himself up for making the sweetest metaphors and comparisons in his head when i had to watch james say this about cordelia a few pages after

#thomas: i compared his pretty eyes to a flower ughh so stupid #james: i was a starving dog 😫🥵 and she was a piece of meat 😖🫣 #chain of thorns spoilers #tlh #anti james herondale #thomastair #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood

[lifewouldbebetteronmars]

!!!PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THE TAGS!!!

Title from no body, no crime by Taylor Swift

Angstmas Days of Summer Masterlist

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I Think He Did It But I Just Can’t Prove It

It had been two years now, since the day Thomas had died. He was murdered, if you asked Alastair, but everyone, including law enforcement, said it had been an accident.

An accident my arse. Alastair thought to himself as he studied his “murder board”-as Cordelia called it-for what had to be the thousandth time. Most people would have given up by now, with two years having passed and no evidence to the contrary that the death had been anything but accidental.

But not Alastair Carstairs. He would never give up. Not until justice had been served.

And if he had to serve justice for Thomas himself, then so be it.

He’d done so much on his anyway, how could this be any different?

Two years ago, the love of his life had been killed, his waterlogged body found in the Thames. An accidental drowning. The toxicology report said he’d been drinking heavily that night, so heavily that he must have fallen off of the bridge and into the river. A complete accident.

It was an answer that everyone else believed and accepted. Thomas’s friends, his family, everybody. Everyone but Alastair. He knew it wasn’t an accident, it had been murder. He even knew who had done it.

Charles Fairchild. His ex-boyfriend.

He certainly had the motive and the means to kill Thomas, to even make it look like an accident.

He was a jealous man, a possessive man. He hadn’t liked the fact that Alastair had moved on and he had made sure everyone around him had known that fact.

Everyone knew how much Charles hated Thomas, yet they called him paranoid when he even suggested the possibility that Charles may have had something to do with Thomas’s death.

Charles may have been a bad boyfriend, Alastair, but he’s not a murderer. Cordelia had assured him, the first time he had brought the idea up to her.

Charles would never hurt Thomas. He’s my brother. Matthew had said, getting angry when Alastair kept trying to push the point.

Alastair, dear, we miss Thomas just as much as you do, but blaming Charles for it isn’t the way to grief him. Thomas’s own parents had said that to him. Alastair couldn’t even give them a response to that, he just simply left with no explanation.

And now he hadn’t talked to any of them for months.

They all acted as if Alastair just couldn’t accept Thomas’s death, like he just couldn’t grieve and his way of coping was to not accept that Thomas’s death was an accident.

But they were wrong. Because Alastair wished more than anything to believe it was an accident. But so much just hadn’t added up. And he couldn’t ignore that.

The toxicology report, for one, Thomas hadn’t been drinking that night. He’d been at home all night and he’d had one beer, but that was earlier in the evening with the rest of the Merry Thieves. He couldn’t have been that drunk from one beer that he’d had hours earlier.

The two of them had even gone to bed early.

Alastair hadn’t known where Thomas had gone when he woke up in the morning to the sound of his doorbell ringing and an officer there to let him know that Thomas’s body had been found in the Thames.

They’d gone to bed at 10:30 P.M. and Thomas’s body was found around 6 A.M. the next morning, he’d been dead at least three hours, putting his time of death around 3 A.M.

That in itself left Alastair with four hours of time where Thomas couldn’t be accounted for.

Charles didn’t even have a solid alibi for that night. He said he’d been at home sleeping, something no one could prove but believed anyway.

And even besides the toxicology report, what had Thomas been doing at the Thames anyway?

The police’s theory had been that Thomas and Alastair must have had a fight that night and Thomas had gone out to go cool off, possibly to go drinking at a bar close to the bridge.

But Alastair knew he and Thomas hadn’t fought that evening. Everything had been calm, they’d been happy, nothing had happened.

So why had he been at the Thames?

And what about Thomas’s phone records? Which had been mysteriously wiped clean. Police said he was probably doing an internet purge, something his friends had backed up.

But that wasn’t even Alastair’s biggest question: what about the stalking?

Thomas had reported some instances of stalking to the police in the months before his death.

His tires were slashed. Four different times.

He was mailed photos of himself with his head cut off.

Threatening text messages, phone calls coming from unknown numbers, it all seemed to add up to a stalker.

He’d taken his claims to the police only for them to be brushed off. And they were brushed off yet again when his body had been found.

Thomas had been sure he knew who is stalker was, the same person Alastair knew Thomas’s killer was.

Charles Fairchild. Thomas had figured it out after the last pictures were mailed to him. They were intimate pictures of himself and Thomas, doing things they wouldn’t want anyone else to see.

There were messages written on the pictures this time, calling them both slurs and derogatory names. Alastair had never seen Thomas as angry as he had been when he saw the picture calling Alastair a slut.

Alastair had recognized the handwriting on the photos, the same handwriting he had spent years staring at.

That was how he had known it was Charles. There was no one who would really go after them, and their relationship, as harshly as Charles would.

No one had been as jealous of their relationship as Charles had.

No one hated Thomas as much as Charles did, whether he was Matthew’s childhood friend or not.

No one wanted to hurt Alastair like Charles did, like he had during their relationship with his words and his bruises.

No one would have targeted Thomas, he didn’t have any enemies, except for Charles.

No one had the motive Charles did.

It all circled back to Charles and no one else could see it, but Alastair could.

He looked to the photo of Charles pinned to his “murder board” and scowled. It was covered in pins and red string, connecting it to all of the other evidence.

“You did this, Charles, and I know it.” he spoke directly to the picture, even though he knew it couldn’t hear him or even respond back.

“Nobody may believe me right now, but one day, I’ll prove it. Just you wait.”

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So do you guys think Charles actually did it or is Alastair really grasping at straws here?

Let me know in the comments!!!

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added/removed)

@tessherongraystairs @petalsofaflower-shutupthomas @wagner-fell @littlx-songbxrd

#riley’s angstmas days of summer #tw murder #tw drowning #tw stalking #tw mentions of abuse #tw toxic relationship #tw abusive relationship #the last hours #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #anti charles fairchild #anti charlestair

[readwithlivvy]

would've could've should've is alastair to charles

#alastair carstairs #charles fairchild #anti charles fairchild #the last hours #thomas lightwood #thomastair #cassandra clare #shadowhunters #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #matthew fairchild #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #christopher lightwood #anna lightwood #taylor swift #would've could've should've

[im-out-of-it]

a little sadness over TLH (I know ☹️)

I finished the TLH set and fuuuuuck, it makes me mad knowing how many storylines were left out because of the unnecessary 400 pages of miscommunication in chain of thorns. not even in the last one, the whole series is miscommunication. like ok CC, we get it, you didn’t enjoy writing it (probably) but these characters deserve better. we could’ve had more Thomas and Alastair content, Alastair and grace interacting, Matthew telling Charlotte and Henry about the baby, and dinners with Alastair and Thomas. we had almost a whole chapter of James and Cordelia but couldn’t spare some with Alastair and Thomas? both these men are so traumatized and I just would have loved more communication. plus I need more Gabriel and Gideon content. I guess we needed to be suffocated with the bracelet and pity. TLH is okay but it could have been so much more.

#anti cassandra clare #anti cc #thomas lightwood #gabriel lightwood #thomastair #Gideon lightwood

[boredfangirl16]

Alastair saying “If this is not what you came here for, then why are you here” to Charles because he didn’t want to have sex is honestly so sad. I’m just waiting for Thomas to treat Alastair the way he deserves. 

#alastair carstairs #thomas x alastair #thomastair #alastair x charles #Anti-Charles #chain of thorns #Chain of Iron #tlh #the last hours

[laylax13s]

Precious

chapter 2 : I Gotta Get Out Of Here

TW/CW: child @bus3, @lc0h0l @bus3, t0x!c relationship, emotional @buse

“Your hair is growin out again-” Elias said with floppy words, already slipping away mid-sentence, passing out. Alastair quickly grabbed his shirt and reached under his arm to stop him from falling to the ground.

They were behind a bar in Kensington, not so far from Cornwall Gardens. It was around midnight, taking Alastair two hours to find his father. A man passed by them, not even stopping for a minute to ask if everything is okay, Alastair glared at him. Not like he would let the stranger help though, since they had to hide it, keep it a secret from the world. It was not fair, he thought, but it was what it was.

He let go of Elias for a second to get a bucket of cold water from the bar. He then poured the water on the man, gathering all his self-control not to throw the bucket on him as well. He woke up all of a sudden, glaring at his son. They just glared at each other like that for a few seconds before Alastair said, “Stand up.”. Elias held his chin up high, still laying on the ground, unable to put his pride away even for a second. Alastair sighed and held his hand out for his father. The man seemed to be thinking about it for a second, but eventually let the boy help him up. The latter practically dragged him over the hidden alleys of Kensington so that no one would see them.

Once they arrived home, he helped Elias on to a couch, and left to the kitchen. There were some wine bottles there left, he didn’t know how Cordelia didn’t notice it.

When he finished, he checked once more if his father was sleeping, then went to his room. He didn’t rest though, he changed clothes and walked out into the cold night again.

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Once he was at the Fairchild manor, he checked his pocket watch, it was 01:23. Charles should be here in any minute now. Just with that thought, the red-haired man appeared at the door, looking around, then settling his eyes on Alastair. The latter’s heart skipped a beat at that, but then he reminded himself he is not here to stand and stare so he gave a huge jump over the fence and landed stably on the other side. He straightened up and walked over to the entrance. Charles opened the door for him, quickly closing it after them. The silence surrounding them was uncomfortable, simply being here was uncomfortable for Alastair, he hated it when he came over to Charles and not the other way around.

The mentioned led him into the drawing room, as always. As soon as they were inside and Alastair took his coat off, Charles grabbed his collar to drag him closer and kissed him. Alastair opened his mouth and brought his hands up to pull Charles even closer, deepening the kiss. The latter started towards the couch, dragging the other along. Alastair laid down on it, pulling Charles on top of him and starting to unbutton his waistcoat, still not breaking the kiss.

When they finally broke away, neither of them had any clothing on.

“I love you,” Alastair murmured. Charles did not reply, instead kissed him again.

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After a few hours (Charles didn’t even have to say it anymore), Alastair dressed up and left. It was still only 4 am, everyone still asleep, the moon high on the sky. After taking a deep breath, he was already on his way back to Cornwall Gardens.

When in his room, he finally could flop down on his bed and take a small rest. But even after about half an hour, sleep wouldn’t come to him. He groaned in frustration, and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He decided it was best to change clothes and get ready for the new day.

He chose to wear black trousers with a white shirt and wine-red waistcoat, it will match perfectly with his mahogany-red coat. That was when he heard a knock on his door, again. Who might be awake in these hours?

He walked to the door to open it, with a frown. To his not such big surprise, Risa stood in front of it.

“Did you get home safely?” the woman asked in Farsi. He nodded,

“Yes, thank you for asking.” he answered in the same language. Risa nodded too,

“Good; I made you Adasi. It’s waiting for you downstairs.” she said and turned around to leave. Risa woke up every morning to check if Alastair was alright, she knew about his nightly “adventures”.

After having breakfast, it was time for daily patrol. He got assigned to Anna Lightwood, great, he thought and rolled his eyes.

Anna was twenty minutes late, not even apologizing. Typical conceited rich white child, he thought, just like Matthew Fairchild. They started walking, though when he confronted her, “You are twenty minutes late.” the only thing she said was,

“Only fashionable, of course.” Annoying little twit-

“So how are you and Fairchild, the elder one?” she said, completely out of the blue. Alastair was startled, and immediately stopped walking.

“Pardon?” he asked, acting as if nothing happened. Anna gave him a smile of success (in what though?),

“Do you mean “Pardon” as if you want me to repeat my question, or “Pardon” as if you are too startled that I confronted you that you don’t know what else to say?” asked, even though they both knew the answer to that question. Alastair glared at her,

“I mean it as if you wouldn’t know the meaning of privacy.” he hissed sharply. Anna hummed, shrugging, and continuing the walk. Alastair sucked in a breath and followed her.

“Reasonable,” she said, “Then again, I do have something to do with it since the younger Fairchild brother, is my best friend, of course.” Enough was enough. He stopped again, this time talking in a way harder and stronger voice.

“You and your little “circus” have nothing to do with me and my life, so stay out of it!” he ordered. Now Anna realized it was best if she didn’t try to get gossip out of him, or even try with small talk.

The day went away slowly, and boringly (as most times), but it did go away. Once the sun wasn’t visible anymore, he nodded to Anna as a farewell, and started his way home. No demons today, either. London was a boring city, with boring people, who had either scandalous lives or no life at all. There were two categories: The first one being the one full of idiotic children who thought they knew everything about life and thought everything was so easy and that they were the main characters in a book, the other category were the more mature ones who decided to sell their soles to politics and live in secret. For example, Charles. He was a promising man, with a seemingly perfect life, the only problem was he had a fake bride and he was secretly gay and had a secret lover who was also a man. For another example, Matthew. He was a little brainless inept child, who thought he can solve all the problem in the world by drinking away his money and wasting his life for love and other drugs while giving away all the opportunity of becoming something by being open about his sexuality. And these were brothers, ironic, isn’t it?

He didn’t even realize but he got home somehow. When walking inside, the first thing to do was check on his sister. That was when he realized, Layla wasn’t home.

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end notes : I made this with @thelasthours-alastair

Taglist : @melanielocke @astriefer @life-through-the-eyes-of @all-for-the-fanfiction @thelasthours-alastair @lightstairs1902 @mariiaarranz @unpaididiot @punk-with-trauma @cityofthomastair5

#alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #charles fairchild #anti charles fairchild #thomas and alastair #alastair x thomas #thomastair #thomastairs #thomastair fanfiction #thomastair fanfic #the last hours #the last hours fanfiction #tlh fanfiction #Cordelia Carstairs #Lucie x Cordelia #tw abuse #tw alcoholism

[4uru]

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕"

Soo i made ANOTHER alastair carstairs page... Kind of a redraw... I might add song lyrics to it later maybeee.

Ps: my dad bought me a ink brush pen and i went ape shit also this peice is specifically for my mutual @a-dream-dirty-and-bruised.🙃🙃🙃

#art #drawing #anti cc #the last hours #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #alastair appreciation month #cordelia carstairs #thomastair #Auru draws

[icarusflewbeforehefell]

Barely alive hardly breathing

𝑶𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒘𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆,

𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕

𝑴𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔

𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔

𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎?

𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘?

𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎?

𝑶𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆,

𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌,

𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕

𝑰𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝑴𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏

𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

#alastair carstairs #anti cc #alastair appreciation month #thomas lightwood #thomastair

[lightwood-carstairs]

I just saw you in the Julian anti tag because I needed to cathartically read other people shitting on World's Worst Human. Your swirly

Fuck Julian Blackthorn ❤️

Made me laugh so hard I woke up my cat.

Thank you for hating Julian and also loving Best Ship Ever Thomastair they're my heart and soul and pride and joy

I Love You❤️

#thomastair supremacy wbk

[lightstairs1902]

We need to start "tw Ch@rles" bc this man is giving me nightmares

#alastair carstairs #chain of gold #chain of iron #the last hours #shadowhunters #thomas lightwood #charles fairchild #tsc #chain of thorns #tlh #thomastair #anti charles fairchild

[alastairstom]

Intimate Thomastair Headcanons (N/S/F/W)

...As promised many moons ago. I'm asexual, sorry if these are lame. They took a long time because I wanted to write them in a mindful, character-driven way. I hope they're not disappointing.

(Note: a few of these points do talk about past sexual trauma because of Charles. These could potentially be triggering, so I am putting them in green font. You can choose to read the green ones or not. Ball's in your court. The other ones do not contain triggering content.)

If you've read either of my E-rated Thomastair fics here and here, you'll know this one and hopefully have gotten a good laugh out of it. They talk about sex using old-timey, outdated sex euphemisms. This starts as a funny way to make Thomas feel more comfortable voicing his needs and talking about sex. They share a love of language and a good sense of humor surrounding that. But as Thomas becomes bolder, it becomes a sort of inside joke. They get more and more purposely ridiculous with sex euphemisms and dick slang. For example, I think Alastair calls Thomas's dick a "plum tree shaker" in one of my fics, which is a euphemism from the 1600s. It feels very Them to me.

I think that because of their pasts and their traumas, sex does not feel like the most intimate part of their relationship. There are emotional intimacies like sleeping next to each other* and talking and comforting each other as they heal and process that trauma. There are even daily routines that feel more raw and vulnerable, especially for Alastair who could not fathom anyone ever wanting to share an actual life with him beyond sex. I think that sex is more of a "let's have fun like we always do" thing for them, it's just another activity for them to enjoy together. Because they always have fun together, so why not do it this way, too?

* Sleeping next to Thomas feels especially intimate for Alastair, because he thought no one would ever want to before.

This one's not as happy or cute, so I'm sorry. But I think that Alastair absolutely has a very complicated relationship with sex because of his traumatic relationship with Charles. There's some canon evidence to support this, imo, when he's standing on the rooftop and seems to think that Thomas does not genuinely like him even after they're intimate. Also, when Charles first comes over in ChoG, he insinuates that Charles must want sex because there's no other reason for him to come over. So I think that Alastair likely simultaneously views sex as something that "makes him valuable" in a relationship, and something that he is good at, but also as something that he could feel used after if not given the appropriate care. I think that this is going to be a long road to overcome, but I'm sure that Thomas is very patient and loving and comforting and makes sure that Alastair knows that he is not being used. He is loved. And Alastair understands that and enjoys being intimate with Thomas, because it makes him feel loved and respected. But he also has this weird view of sex because Charles messed up his sense of physical intimacy, and he'll need to work through that with Thomas's help.

Likewise, and this is the first NSFW Thomastair fic I wrote, I think that Thomas is hesitant to initiate a sexual relationship with Alastair after the infirmary scene because he does not want Alastair to feel like he is taking advantage of him. (Of course, Alastair does not think this and is touched by his regard, but Thomas is extremely considerate, as we know).

Let's switch gears, shall we? Amp up the spice here, decrease the trauma talk and sadness.

Anyway, Thomas likes swearing in Spanish. This is canon. So, lots of swearing in Spanish. Alastair thinks it's hot.

Alastair likes swearing in Persian, This is canon. So, lots of swearing in Persian. Thomas thinks it's hot.

In fact, they can dirty talk in like 10 different languages. It's great.

Alastair naturally is better at initiating sex because he's more experienced and more vocal. But he wants Thomas to be willing to do it, because he thinks it's important to be able to talk about sex with someone before you have it with them. So in the beginning, he tries to get Thomas to initiate, to kind of help him feel more comfortable. Once he gets there, it's about 50/50 for initiation, which is quite honestly the ideal state. This has some canon basis to me too because of Alastair making Thomas more bold and confident. Don't see why this wouldn't translate to sexy situations, too.

Part of this communication is naturally that Alastair will periodically talk about Charles (obviously not, like, during sex). It's something that haunts him a bit, and it's something that Thomas never wants him to shy away from because he thinks Thomas will be jealous or upset. Thomas wants to be there for his soulmate and understands that this is a Bad Thing That Happened, and he is not jealous. He is angry on Alastair's behalf. The way he sees it, Charles will probably never have a real conversation with Alastair again, and Thomas gets to go home to Alastair every day. So really, there's a clear winner here, and it ain't Charles fucking Buford.

They both insist on verbal consent every time. They're too important to each other not to.

I am getting cockblocked by a text block limit on bulleted lists, so I need to insert this line so Tumblr lets me publish the post. Fuck you, Tumblr.

Alastair's a naturally selfless person in canon. Don't see why this wouldn't translate to spicy situations, too. He loves giving pleasure, especially with his hands and mouth. Probably King of the Best Blowjobs/Handjobs Ever. He'll kiss Thomas everywhere and touch him all over until he feels super, super good. (You should read my 2nd smut fic if you like this one. Blowjob galore.)

Thomas always at least offers to repay the favor. He never wants Alastair to feel used again, not after Charles took and took from him.

Thomas initially Really Does Not Like how big things are. Alastair loves it. Alastair loves all of Thomas's body. Thomas almost cries when Alastair touches his body for the first time and tells him how beautiful his dick is. (I think this has canon basis because he almost cried in the carriage when Alastair called his chest beautiful, ngl.)

This is mutual. No one has ever called Alastair handsome before Thomas. Thomas adores how Alastair looks and feels, everywhere. Alastair never felt so treasured and teared up a bit.

They just genuinely adore each other's bodies. No lights off or sheets to hide under for them.

Also, constant comparisons to various classical statues. Like the sex euphemisms, these get more and more ridiculous over time.

Both of them are connoisseurs of gentle, loving sex. Watching how canonically sweet and tender they are with each other both physically and emotionally basically confirms this for me. Can't see either of them being rough or careless, even playfully or as a game. Don't think Alastair would like that after Charles, and don't think Thomas would be comfortable with it because of his size and anxiety.

DEFINITELY see a LOT of teasing, though. Like, a LOT of it. A LOT A LOT A LOT. Picking on each other playfully, willfully misunderstanding each other (a la 'take your clothes off,' 'okay, Angel, fine, I'll peel my socks off'), slow touches that aren't quite where the other one wants them but so so close, yup, that's the stuff.

And a lot of stupid interruptions to laugh that somehow does not ruin the mood and just makes it better.

Thomas is really comfortable with Alastair and is willing to ask for things and make requests and talk dirty while in the throes of passion. He gets embarrassed right afterward and Alastair is like reassuring him that it's good to express his needs, but Thomas worries that Alastair thinks poorly of him for it. He does not. The cycle repeats itself because Thomas is just too goddamn comfortable with Alastair.

I think that there are certain sex acts that Alastair might dislike at first because he associates them with Charles. Specifically, I think he may not like penetrative sex, because Charles seems like a kind of self-satisfying douchebag with 0 creativity. So they probably do other stuff like moving together, oral sex, mutual masturbation, etc instead.

They're really private about their sex lives, even more so than most people. Because it's something that's just for them, and they want to keep it between themselves. Matthew always fishes for deets. They make up wildly inaccurate falsehoods that are bold, obvious lies. This makes Matthew more determined.

Matthew never gets the tea. Such is his tragedy.

They have 100% had full-on sex in a carriage or twenty before.

That's it for me now, I hope you enjoyed these stupid little headcanons <3

#thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #headcanons #i would tag this as n s / f w but tumblr will apparently censor my blog if i do #so the cut will need to suffice sorry #anti charles fairchild

[luciehercndale]

Itching to write an anti post about a TSC character but then I think I shouldn't give a damn and move on (and finish my thomastair fic)

#Tweety.txt #I just have thoughts about a character you know #but then again I've seen a few anti posts about my faves so why shouldn't I criticize other characters? #it's my perspective

[lifewouldbebetteronmars]

Title from Vigilante Shit by Taylor Swift

Prompt - “I'm done. I'm done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”

This fic might be a little OOC but trust the process

Angstmas Days of Summer Masterlist

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You Did Some Bad Things, But I’m The Worst of Them

Thomas was glad to be back at Alastair’s flat after a night of being ignored at the party they had been too. It was the Herondales’ annual Christmas party and Alastair had basically ignored him the whole time, unless Charles was looking of course.

They’d been wallflowers all night, sticking along to the sidelines and barely talking to anyone else. Alastair generally ignoring his presence next to him.

Unless Charles was watching, then Alastair would be all over him. Arms around his waist, kisses on his neck, sweet smiles that he would give anything to see at another time. But it was all a show.

He knew Alastair was using him and for awhile, Thomas didn’t care.

But Thomas was tired of pretending.

He slumped down into a chair in the corner and put his head in his hands.

“Tom? Are you alright?” Alastair asked, coming to crouch next to him, a soft hand rubbing his shoulder.

“No.” he whispered, almost hoping Alastair wouldn’t hear. But he did.

“No? What’s wrong? Did you not have fun at the party?”

Thomas finally looked up, seeing Alastair looking at him with concern in his dark eyes. He knew Alastair cared about him, he just didn’t want him. “No, Alastair, I didn’t have fun being used all night to make your ex jealous.”

“Thomas, what-what are you talking about?” The other man sounded almost incredulous, as if he didn’t know what he’d been doing to Thomas for months now.

“You only started dating me to get back at Charles, am I right or am I wrong?”

The silence in the room was deafening.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m wrong.”

“I can’t.”

“Because I’m not, right?”

It was silent yet again, Alastair trying to look anywhere but Thomas but Thomas wouldn’t let him do that, he couldn’t hide away, not yet.

He gripped Alastair’s chin in his hand and forced him to look up at him. “I need you to look at me when I say this. Can you do that?” Alastair managed a small nod and Thomas continued. “I'm done. I'm done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”

“So you want to break up?” Alastair’s voice sounded small.

“Is it really a breakup if one of us wasn’t really in it?” Thomas smiled, a tight, painful smile. “I really loved you, you know. I was so happy when you finally looked my way. But now, I wish you never had.”

With that, Thomas got up and left, leaving Alastair there on the floor with his thoughts, giving him no time to respond.

It wasn’t until he was halfway to his own flag that he felt his heart begin to break inside of his chest and tears start to roll down his cheeks.

He had really loved him, hadn’t he?

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I’m really just proving Kat’s point with these fics at this point, Thomas suffers dead or alive ig

Tagging:

@tessherongraystairs @wagner-fell @petalsofaflower-shutupthomas @littlx-songbxrd @aliandtommy

#riley’s angstmas days of summer #the last hours #modern au #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #anti charles fairchild #anti charlestair