#cecily sputters

[scythesms]

The sound of innocent bickering from the two youngest Ambroise children echoed throughout the overgrown yard, amusing the attentive ears of Edmund, who maintained a watchful eye over the playful children. Cecily sat beside her father and observed him in thoughtful silence with a gaze both curious and contemplative. 

Though she’d never been one to shy away from expression, Cecily often found her thoughts speaking louder than her words. She possessed a meticulous nature, in which she preferred carefully weaving her words into coherent thoughts before they were vocalized—a trait notably distinct from her unrestrained siblings. Eugene, driven by an impulsive desire to articulate every mean thought, seemed driven by a need to release his critical opinions from his mind as swiftly as they entered. Josiah, on the other hand, remained indifferent to how others perceived him, prioritizing his own understanding above all else—an attribute that irked those around him, particularly his reluctance to repeat or rephrase. Once spoken, his words stood no chance of being altered or corrected—something Elaine had picked up on. “Think before you speak, Elaine,” Cecily said at least twice a day in response to improper sentences like, “When I’m old, I’ll do a bakery and plant pies” and unreasonable questions that follow such as, “Why can’t I plant pies?”.

Similar to improper conversational etiquette, Cecily held a very low tolerance for stuttering and mumbling. It was like chalk grating a pristine slate to her ears. At her young age, she knew she preferred momentary silence in thought as opposed to stutters from faltering lips and vacant minds. And so she sat, dedicating time to piece her thoughts and curiosities together into a narrative that reflected her intentions precisely.

“Father,” she began, “may I ask you something?”

Edmund, attuned to the gravity of her tone, turned his complete attention to his daughter. Carefully, he said, “You can ask me anything.”

"I was thinking about your lady friend," she confessed. "How did you come to know her?"

Though he had anticipated this very question—wondering which one of his eldest children would broach the subject first—he resented it just as much. There’d been a time early on in his reconnection with Imogene where he had considered sitting his children down, offering them insight into her presence in his life, and disclosing his entire history with her. Yet, he had balked at the notion, second guessing the necessity of such a conversation. If she were merely a friend and there were no further intentions, then perhaps there was no need for an "explanation"... or so he had attempted to convince himself.

“I knew her when I was a young boy… just before meeting your mother. Imogene was… a part of my past.” 

He chose his words carefully. Cecily appreciated that, but it wasn’t enough. She pressed, “Did you love her? Imogene?”

Edmund’s shoulders sagged as he released a sigh before admitting honestly, “Yes, I did.”

He always thought discussing his past with Imogene to his children would stump him, and he’d be a sputtering lying fool. Yet, in that moment, he felt no such indulgence. The admission flowed with an unexpected ease—almost relieving.

A thoughtful pause lingered between them before Cecily ventured further, her voice barely above a whisper, "Did you love her more than my mother?"

He stared ahead. “No.” His response was swift and concrete. “Rosalyn—your mother… holds a place in my heart no one can surpass.”

Cecily was relentless. “Do you still love Imogene?”

“No.” It sounded so simple. 

“Could you love her again?”

He returned his attention to his daughter—her wide eyes void of resentment or detest. “Cecily–”

“I don’t think Mother would be upset with you for loving her again. She would want you to be happy.”

Exhaling softly, Edmund carefully watched Cecily—a reflection of her mother in both demeanor and insight. “I am happy,” he expressed while looking at her side profile, her gaze now fixed ahead. “I’m happy. You four make me happy.”

She shrugged. “You could be happier.”

Cecily had no intention of shoving her father into the arms of any woman, but she wasn’t blind. She’d observed their interactions keenly—a bit foolish if she were to admit. She simply couldn’t imagine someone making her stutter and blush the way her father and Imogene did when in each other's presence. She knew she needed to make it clear to her father that if he decided not to pursue a relationship with the woman, it’d be his sole decision and not one influenced by herself and her siblings… (Addressing Eugene's bitterness would be a concern for another time, should it arise).

While she lacked deep perception of her mother, her memories painted a portrait of a woman akin to an angel. Cecily couldn’t imagine her mother being resentful of her father for seeking love after years spent in mourning.

Edmund, who prided himself on believing he possessed a more intimate understanding of Rosalyn than perhaps anyone else in the world, acknowledged that his daughter's insights held truth in more ways than one.

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#1916 #Ambroise Legacy #1910s #decades challenge #sims historical #sims decades challenge #ts4 historical #ts4 challenge #ts4 decades challenge #black simblr #sims stories #AL #Edmund Ambroise #Cecily Ambroise

[faithhearted]

@honorhearted {x}

"I...suppose that depends upon your definition," he replied fumblingly. "I've been court-martialed over the years, and yet I also prefer not to stay out past eleven."

Cecily laughed at the unexpected response, teasingly tightening her hold, “Well, aren’t you a regular rabble-rouser?” 

"Um..." he cleared his throat and offered her his hand, "Major B.enjamin T.allmadge, at your service, Miss. Or at least, to my understanding I'm now at liberty to escort you for the evening...should you not deem this the biggest mistake of your life, of course.” Here he smiled, “Or at least, the biggest mistake of the evening."

“A pleasure, Major Tallmadge. You may call me Cecily,” she answered, extending her hand to be kissed, “While it might be considered uncouthly hasty, would you permit me to call you Benjamin this night? Abandoning formality might allow us both to breathe easier.” 

Expression alight with mischief, Cecily leaned in to whisper, “You see, sir, I don’t intend to celebrate in a traditional and prosaic manner. For instance, take General Scott over there by the punch bowl preparing to light his pipe– the sour, dreary old bean refusing to participate – claiming he’s married to the cause when in reality he knows he’ll be rejected for his odiousness.”

She leaned in closer, lips grazing Benjamin’s ear with a smirk, “Well, I’ve stuffed the stuffy man’s pipe.” 

Almost as if on cue, General Scott puffed the instrument, only to be met with a foul-smelling odor that caused him to cough and sputter so violently that he turned red-faced and slammed the table. When fellow officers approached to aid him, they were taken aback by the pungent air and immediately stepped back. 

Cecily couldn’t keep from grinning. 

“I don’t suppose you’d like to enact a little chaos with me tonight, Major? If not, I’m afraid I’ll have to do so alone.”

#red ribbon of fate #honorhearted

[livia-dovehallow]

hello hello can I ask you for 3 random snippets from 3 random wips? in case there is mature content you can put <redacted> if they are from tgp or angsty hh given the topics dealt in

sure! i hope you enjoy these :D see if y'all can figure out which wips these are from

She shook her head and he noticed that she, too, had not released her grip on him. “Don’t let me go,” she whispered.

Gabriel swallowed painfully. Every inch of his body that pressed against hers was on fire and he was painfully aware of just how close their faces were. “I won’t,” he croaked. 

Voices rose up beyond the rubble, shouting orders. His eyes remained glued to hers. If he was about to die—either crushed by stones or shot by Guardians—at least he would have died looking at something so beautiful. 

2. “Blood, Cecily,” Gabriel repeated. Cecily sighed. When he used her full name, it meant he was prepared to be very stubborn. “I’m not going to debate this with you.”

The terrible aching in her back returned. Cecily let out a long, slow breath, and grimaced. Gabriel’s eyes widened. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“You’re in pain, aren’t you?” he accused correctly. 

“There’s just no fooling you, is there?”

Cecily was in a carriage, set off for the Silent City, before she could ever finish her tea.

3. As if the word surprise itself had summoned her, Charlotte was back inside, and when she stepped aside, familiar blue eyes held themselves with a high chin. “Gwilym,” a young lady, years older than he remembered, said, her voice light and even. “You’ve gotten taller.”

Will had to force himself not to gape. For whatever reason, he had somehow expected the same fifteen-year-old girl he had last seen to walk through the doors. The young lady beside Charlotte was not a child. “Cecily,” he sputtered. “Is that—a hat on your head?”

Cecily scowled. At least that hadn’t changed. “Is that stupidity on your face?”

“Miss Herondale,” Charlotte chided, though she sounded resigned. She’d spent long enough with him to have no surprise that his sister may have a similar temper, certainly. 

Will, however, cracked a smile. “I have missed you, dear sister.”

#maggie answers #kind anons #gabrily #gabriel lightwood #cecily herondale

[imherongraystairstrash]

Hiii recently I resd your fic in ao3 about When gabrily they were expecting Alexander, I was wondering of you could consider writing Gabriel telling Gideon about it :)

Of course!! I have to warn you though: I wrote this after studying for a huge exam so if it's reflects my dead brain, I'm sorry! I hope you like it :)

"I have something important to tell you.”

Gabriel had been staring at Gideon from his end of the ballroom for about half an hour and somehow his idiot brother still hasn’t realized it.

He finally gave up and walked over to the oaf. 

“Hello Gabriel.” Gideon said as he approached. Thankfully his brother was alone and out of earshot from any passerby.

“Haven’t you realized I’ve been looking at you for an eternity?”

“Oh, I did. I was just trying to ignore you.”

“Why would you do that?” 

“So that I wouldn’t have to talk to you.” 

“You bloody bastard.” 

Gideon only smiled, which further aggravated Gabriel.

“I have something important to tell you.” 

“I’m sure you do.” Gideon said, taking a sip of water.

Gabriel pressed his lips together. “Cecy’s pregnant.” 

It’s safe to say Gideon was not expecting that, something evident by the fact that the water he had been drinking came out of his nose.

Gabriel jumped back, avoiding the spray. 

“Angel, Gideon, get a hold of yourself! Your monster.”

Gideon held up a handkerchief to his nose, though it was an absentminded gesture. He was utterly focused on Gabriel, his expression so flabbergasted, Gabriel felt to urge to look in the mirror to see if he’d grown another head. “Cecily’s pregnant?” He almost whispered.

“Yes.” Gabriel said, annoyance creeping into his current humor. 

“They can still do that?” Gideon said, his eyes going wide, as if it had not occurred to him that his wife could still very much be fertile.

“Apparently, yes.” 

“I must say, I’m glad it happened to you and not me.”

Gabriel sputtered, “Why would you say that to me? How is that at all comforting?”

“I’m only being honest,” Gideon said defensively. “If you wanted me to lie to you, you should have just said it outright.” 

“People shouldn't have to tell you. Raziel, have you always been this insensitive?” 

Gideon shrugged.

Gabriel ran his hand through his hair. “What am I supposed to do, Gideon?”

Gideon shrugged. “I don’t know; you really messed up.” 

“What the hell, Gideon?” he was starting to regret coming to Gideon. He sighed, “Just, forget I came here.” He began walking away when he heard his brother call out to him.

“Gabriel, listen.”

Gabriel sighed and turned around. 

“Both you and Cecily have always wanted a third child.”

“Yes, but ideally it would have been about a decade ago.”

“Ideally, our father would have been the exact opposite of what he was. But he wasn’t, and it felt so incredibly unfair to us that it didn’t make sense. And his actions had their…complications, but at the end of the day, everything’s alright now.”

“It wasn’t for a long time.” Gabriel mumbled.

“But we wouldn’t be who we are today if it had been any different. And what’s more, you wouldn’t be married to Cecily, don’t look at me like that, you know it’s the truth. Don’t you think it’s time to stop trying to take control over every little thing that comes your way and just let it happen? Do you really know it’s going to be horrible if you haven’t even experienced it yet?” 

Gideon looked at him expectantly until Gabriel acquiesced and said, “I guess not.”

“Then stop being bitter out of the unexpectedness of the situation. What’s the worst that can happen? Cecily balances out your physical appearance, so there is no need to worry about what the baby will end up looking like.”

Gabriel shot him a dark look at that backhanded comment. But the rest was quite reassuring. What was he afraid of?

“We’re so old.” Gabriel said. “By the time it’s eighteen we’re going to be grandparents.”

“It’ll be fine. The baby won’t know anything different. And it’s probably for the better that you’re older; you’re more capable, don’t you think? Not as disastrous as we were in our early years.”

Gabriel huffed a laugh. “I suppose so.”

Gideon nudged his shoulder with his own. “You have nothing to worry about. Think of it as a blessing, because it truly is.”

Gabriel nodded, now remembering why he’d gone to Gideon.

“Thank you.”

Gideon ruffed his hair. “See? I’m not as insensitive as you labeled me to be.”

Gabriel shook his head. “I could have lived without the first part.” 

...

Sophie approached Gideon as Gabriel walked off. Gideon held back a smile. He liked having Sophie by his side; he felt more reassured, complete. 

“I’m assuming Gabriel told you what Cecily just told me.”

“Your assumption is correct.”

Sophie grinned. “I can hardly wait for the birth of the baby. It’s been so long since I’ve held such a small, darling creature in my arms!”

Gideon smiled, but couldn’t help but say, “They’ll be all right, won’t they?” 

“I think they’ll be more than alright. They look happy. I think this baby will do them good. They have been a little lonely recently.”

Gideon couldn’t help but agree: Anna was far too independent and Christopher was always in his own world. They’re brilliant children, but Cecily and Gabriel seem like they need something to focus all of the attention their children don’t really need anymore (except for Kit, who occasionally tends to blow things up when unattended to). But another child would do them good.

“I agree. Though I will say, I don’t envy them for a second.” Gideon said, looking at Gabriel and Cecily, now reunited in a far corner of the room. 

“Indeed,” Sophie said, shuttering. 

PS This counts as my essay on how perfect Alexander being born was for Gabriel and Cecily

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[lady-celeste25]

Cecily Smith- Diego Hargreeves x reader

(This is based off this amazing song. I heard it and was like: I gotta make an x reader now So! Enjoy!

Tw: mentions of smoking but nothing too bad.)

Diego stood in silence. After the horrible dinner he had with his own father, he couldn’t wait for his date. He shouldn’t even say that. He doesn’t even know who it is. He had been set up on a blind date by Klaus so it was a little worrying. He promised, however, that they were not apart of his weird cult. Once they were finally off the elevator, he checked his watch and realized if he didn’t scurry now, he would be late. 

“Yeah, I’m out,” he says, putting his watch hand down. “I’m off to grab some smokes.” He lies straight through his teeth. He just didn’t want to admit he was going out on a date while this whole second apocalypse was going on. 

Luther was the one to catch on quickly, “you don’t even smoke. Plus, if you did, there’s no reason to smoke this late.” 

“Just let him go,” Klaus groans and waves his hands from the floor. “The heart wants what the heart wants.” 

Diego nods a quick thanks to Klaus before running out and jumping into his car. He might’ve gone over the speed limit a bit and almost ended up in a five-pile car wreck. It wasn’t really his fault, however. He was nervous, so nervous his hands felt sweaty on the steering wheel. The love songs playing softly from the radio didn’t help at all. He was also terrified that the person he would be meeting would be a freak. An absolute freak. Cause knowing Klaus, they would be. Maybe that’s why he sped. Not because he was nervous for some stupid date. No, he wanted to make sure the person was even sane enough to go on a real date. 

When he parked his car at the place they were meeting, a fountain in around the middle of town, he stepped out and walked to the sidewalk. No one was there. He felt his shoulders slump down. Maybe this was a joke. Would Klaus really do that? No, he wouldn’t. No, he would. He looked around but then saw that someone was sitting on the other side. He almost didn’t see them due to the spray from the fountain. He ducked around it and stood in front of them. When they looked up, Diego’s breath was almost stolen from him. The person he was looking at didn’t look cultish at all. No. They looked like a normal, very good looking person. 

They stood up quickly, stuck their hand out, and with a smile said, “my name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I hope you like music. ‘Cause I got two tickets for La Traviata.” 

Completely stunned from everything that just happened, Diego didn’t know what he was saying as it came out of his mouth, “I hate Opera.” 

They set their hand back down to their side and laughed, a laugh that to this day rings through Diego’s ears, “Well, lucky for you that you’re with (Y/N) (L/N). I’ll let you in on a secret, who cares what you are listening to. It’s who you’re listening with. Now come on, the theater isn’t too far from here. We can walk there.” 

“Okay…” he agrees, following them as they started walking together, side-by-side perfectly. “By the way… I’m uh, Diego Hargreeves.” 

“I know,” they laugh again, the same one that rang through his chest even though it came from them. He felt butterflies fly in his stomach. He hadn’t felt those in forever. “Do you think Klaus would just set us both up on a date without telling me your name?” 

“I mean, I guess that seems pretty dumb,” he scrubs a hand through his hair anxiously. “Well… he didn’t tell me your name. So, it’s good that you told me it… y’know at the beginning.” 

You nod, “yeah, he told me he was just gonna keep my name a secret so you don’t, as he called it, hunt me down and find out everything about me. He said it’s one of your quirks. I think it’s nice. Not the whole stalking part but the wanting to get to know people.” 

“Yeah… thanks…” he tries to hide the scarlet blush on his face as he watches them skip down the road, looking content. He tried to match their pacing but the nerves were eating up at him. 

When they finally reached the theater, he opened the door for them like a complete gentleman. Once they were inside, they gave the ticket man the two tickets. He rips them apart and gives them back the actual ticket part. (Y/N) handed Diego one of the actual tickets ‘just to remember it.’ They walked into the actual theatre placing and take their seats. The tuning of violins made Diego on edge. 

He didn’t lie. He really didn’t like opera. It was lengthy and unnecessarily loud and so, so boring. (Y/N) was looking at the bill with all the singers, bouncing up and down in their seat. He thought to himself that even if he didn’t get to kiss his blind date, he would get a nap out of this. When the lights dimmed, they put down the bill they were holding and folded their hands neatly in their lap. The music begins it’s beautiful decent and Diego closes his eyes, ready for a small rest. 

Yet, as the violins strike a magnificent high note, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His heart began to skip a beat and his face burned red. Not because of the compelling music playing all around the two. It was that they had slipped their hand with his. The two of their fingers interlocked together in a perfect puzzle. He couldn’t help but sputter a bit but the bleating of the man onstage covered his tracks up. They didn’t even look at him, just stared at the stage the entire time with an easy smile. The butterflies had turned into moths, hitting his stomach as he thought about how slimy his hands must feel in theirs. 

Their hands stayed interlocked until the final note was struck by a cello. That’s when (Y/N) stood up clapping and cheering for the performers. Diego stood along with her, silent but clapping. He didn’t recognize any of the performers because the whole time, he was so focused on staring at them. Hell, he even ended up staring at them through the final bows. His heart still pounded from when that first cord struck and they first grabbed onto his hand. His face was probably still as red as an apple. 

When they walked out into the coo summer night, they immediately turned to him, “were you bored?” 

Diego shakes his head with a big smile, “I guess it wasn’t quite so bad… actually… it’s the best time I’ve ever had.” 

“Well, lucky for you,” they gave another one of those breathtaking smiles, “I got seats for Beethoven’s fifth this Sunday. How would you like to come?” 

Diego knew. Diego knew that that was a few days past doomsday. How could he say no, however, to (Y/N) (L/N). The date who taught him to enjoy the opera. The amazing person who taught him… it’s not what you’re listening to. It’s who you’re listening with. 

So, he just gave her a grin that filled up his face and said, “yeah, I would like that a lot.” 

#tua #the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #x reader #cecily smith #song fic #fanfiction #tua fanfic

[thepandamightwrite]

Jessa Wedding

Word count: 1.7k (this turned out a lot longer than I expected)

Fluff   or    Angst

Stuff to know: A suggen is the person that escorts a shadowhunter to their fiance during the wedding. More info here (You have to scroll down to the wedding part)

Anyway, hope y’all enjoy this cause it was super fun to write! 💕

“Is this really necessary?” asked Jem. “Oh yes, absolutely,” responded Magnus. He was really taking the wedding seriously, as were all the other Shadowhunters. Alec, Jace, Simon, Julien and Emma had accompanied him to the shop where they were getting Jem’s gear specially tailored. He felt it was highly excessive of course, he didn’t really care what he wore as long as he actually got to marry Tessa this time. However, Magnus adamantly refused to listen to any protests and took it upon himself to manage Jem’s wardrobe. “Have you decided who’s gonna be your Suggen for the wedding?” asked Emma. She was incredibly excited for the celebration, and she had nominated herself as the chief wedding planner, a job she took quite seriously. “Ummm what’s a Suggen,” inquired Simon, who wasn’t quite familiar with Shadowhunter weddings yet. “The person that escorts the bride or groom down the aisle, which is a huge honor,” responded Jace, sounding like he was reciting from the Codex. “So, what are you going to do,” asked Alec. Unfortunately, Jem didn’t have an answer for him, after all, the only person he would want to escort him to Tessa had died years ago. A few months ago, he would never have even imagined that he’d be able to get married, and if it ever did happen, he would want Will to be there. Sadly, that was unlikely to happen, so Jem had to pick someone else. Unfortunately, there weren’t many people that he was close with that were still alive. There was Magnus, Emma, and perhaps Jace, although none of them seemed right. “Voila,” Magnus exclaimed. The group gathered and nodded approvingly at the outfit. Even Jem managed a grin through his increasing worry.

“Achooo,” exclaimed Isabelle as the werewolf escorting the tulips out passed her by. “Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry about this,” apologized Tessa, as she had been all afternoon. She had entrusted Ragnor to arrange for some nice flowers, and of course he’d picked the one kind Isabelle was severely allergic to. “Oh don’t worry about it Tessa,” she responded breezily, although her nose was red and her eyes watery due to the constant sneezing. “I’m just excited you’re getting married to Jem, for real this time,” Isabelle squealed before a bout of sneezes overtook her. “Yeah,” chimed Clary, who was festooning the trees with lights. Tessa still couldn’t believe that she was getting married, again, next week. It was almost like a dream, she thought people only got to be with the love of their life once, if they were lucky. She, on the other hand, was able to marry them both. Her heart suddenly ached for her first husband, Will, whom she missed dearly. She had shared everything with him, when he was alive, and she couldn’t have imagined it any other way. It felt wrong somehow, that her wedding with Jem, something she knew Will would be thrilled about, was the one thing she would never tell him. “Tessa!” called Isabelle. “You’ve picked your Suggen, right?” “No, I actually haven’t,” she responded, slightly fatigued with the whole business. “What?! The wedding is tomorrow! You have to decide soon!” exclaimed Clary from the other end of the garden. “Yes, I know, I know,” Tessa sighed. “It’s just that a Suggen has to be someone that is incredibly special to you, and the only person I can think of is no longer alive.” Both the girls looked over at Tessa with sad eyes. “I’m sure Will knows you’re getting married, wherever he is, and he’s going to be ecstatic about it, don’t worry,” consoled Clary. “Yes, you’re right,” Tessa conceded. “I’ll just have to come up with someone else, maybe Magnus….”

Clary, Isabelle, Emma, Jace, Alec and Magnus huddled behind a tree, trying to desperately shield the pentagram from passerby. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” sighed Alec. “Dude, face it, this isn’t even close to the craziest thing we’ve done, am I right?” retorted Jace. “That’s true,” acknowledged Clary with the soft smile she reserved just for her boyfriend. “However, we haven’t exactly tried to bring back the dead.” “We’re not bringing back the dead, just conjuring a ghost. They’re not the same thing,” clarified Magnus, looking up from the spellbook briefly. “Alright, it’s showtime,” he said with a wicked grin.”

Jem couldn’t get his jacket on for some reason. His hands were shaking like butterflies and he lost all his usual dexterity that he’d developed over years of violin playing. “Let me help you with that fy nghariad,” offered a familiar voice. Jem whirled around at the sound of the person he hadn’t heard in a hundred years. He leaned against the doorframe, his mused ink-black hair falling into those familiar piercing blue eyes. “Will,” Jem whispered in disbelief. “How are you even here?” He asked, still unable to comprehend what he saw before him. “Magnus summoned me from the afterlife, yanked me out of an argument with Gabriel too. It was a good one actually, I was definitely winning it, you see-” Will was cut off by Jem running up and swallowing him in the most consuming hug he’d ever been given. They both murmured senseless words of reassurance to each other in hopes of processing the strangeness of it all. They whispered of the day Will won the bet that bound them as parabatai. They hummed of the day they defeated Mortmain. They mumbled of James, Lucie, Charlotte, Henry, Gabriel, Gideon, Sophie and Cecily. They whispered of their friendship and the love that extended through death. And most of all, they muttered of Tessa and the all consuming feelings they both shared for her. And- “ACK!” Will shrieked followed by a string of Welsh curses that would make any sailor whistle with appreciation. He glared down at Church who looked up at Will, his eyes flashing with recognition and mischief. Jem couldn’t help but giggle as he realized the best solution to his and Tessa’s Suggon dilemma.

Tessa stared at her reflection in her mirror. It was her wedding day. She really ought to be more excited, but she couldn’t help but miss the gaze of a certain pair of blue eyes. And then, as if she had summoned him with her thoughts alone, a familiar figure appeared next to her reflection. “Tessa, fy nghariad, oh how I’ve missed you.” She gasped, unable to believe her eyes and ears at the person standing behind her. “Will, how on earth did you get here?” “Well, the door was unlocked so I turned the handle and stepped inside, I’m sure you’re aware of how the mechanism works,” he retorted with his trademark sarcastic drawl. Tessa let out a sob and flung herself into his translucent arms, which were still somehow solid and familiar against her. His hands absentmindedly stroked her back as he murmured,“Tess, my Tessa, you know I’d never miss you and Jem’s wedding for the world for not even death can keep us apart.” Tessa gasped in shock. “Oh no! The wedding! It’s starting now! But I haven’t even picked a Suggen!” Tessa exclaimed in a panic. “What are you talking about my dear, I’m right here,” said Will with a crooked grin.

“Where are they? Jem and Tessa should’ve been here 20 minutes ago,” said Simon, his voice jittery with nerves and his eyes glancing around furtively. “I’m not sure. It’s not like them to be late to anything, much less their own wedding,” mused Isabelle. Out of the group, only Magnus seemed to be at ease, laughing at something Ragnor was saying. Suddenly, Jem appeared and started walking towards the altar. Jace observed with a curious look on his face, after all, no one appeared to be escorting Jem. As he neared their seats however, they noticed the Suggen at his feet. “Church?!?!” Emma sputtered in disbelief. Jem turned and looked at them with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Why yes, he’s one of my closest companions and we’ve been through thick and thin together, so why not?” Jace, Clary, and Isabelle started giggling uncontrollably and soon everyone was joining in. However, Alec was staring incredulously at Jem and soon asked, “What about the ghost we summoned?!?!” Jem looked over his shoulder and grinned. “You’ll see.”

Tessa looked over at Will and was reassured to find his eyes as bright and supportive as they had been when he was alive. He squeezed her hand tightly and they started walking towards her fiance. It was almost poetic really, her deceased husband guiding her toward his parabatai, the only other person whom he trusted to love Tessa. As she walked towards him, Jem ran his eyes over her adoringly and she saw the look of recognition in his eyes when he took in her dress. After all, it was almost identical to the one she’d worn when they slayed Benedict Lightwood, which was her original wedding gown. It felt like time slowed down as she and Will floated towards the person that completed their love triangle (and the cat they hated) and out of the 3 of them, there wasn’t a dry eye in sight. When Tessa went to stand next to Jem, she noticed the strange markings on his gear jacket. Since neither of them were full shadowhunters, they had to adapt the wedding traditions to suit their needs. In his case, what would normally be golden runes on his jacket became motifs of the clockwork angel that had protected her so many centuries ago. “Because I too will never let any harm come to you,” murmured Jem when he noticed Tessa’s expression. 

After reciting their elegant vows that they’d carefully crafted for the occasion, Jem and Tessa finally exchanged rings and kissed, sealing their marriage forever. Will stood smiling off to the side, next to his archnemesis, Church, who was scowling disapprovingly at him. He was absolutely ecstatic, after all, here were two of the most important people in his life committing to a life of joy and togetherness. Although he wasn’t a particularly sentimental person, Will’s vision was warped and swimming through a lens of joyous tears. At last, the ceremony was over and everyone was dancing slowly to the lulling piano music fondly extracted from the delicate instrument by a very handsome blond man. He must be a Herondale, Will thought. After all, that self assured attitude and the love in his eyes when he saw a particularly striking red headed lady could only come from somewhere. Suddenly, two familiar hands clasped at each of his shoulders. Will turned, looked at the loves of his life who looked as content as he’d ever seen them. Wordlessly, they all clasped hands and headed off to be alone.

#anika writes #jessa #jessa wedding #wessa #herongraystairs #jem carstairs #tessa gray #will herondale #will x tessa #tessa x jem #jem x will #will x jem #jem x tessa #tessa x will #tid #tsc #tmi #tda #cassandra clare #jace herondale #clary fairchild #magnus bane #alec lightwood #simon lovelace #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #ragnor fell #james herondale #lucie herondale #charlotte branwell

[iironwreath]

oc voices

I was originally gunna do voices and face claims but I’m just gunna stick to voices

in general I have like, a mental web of traits while thinking of character voice, and it includes stuff like: speed, accent, pitch (even if I know I can’t hit it), slang and phrases, contractions or not (including gunna, woulda, blending words), do they swear & how often, do they give nicknames, individual diction, specific qualities, how they respond to hearing their name, & how they address other people

cihro: deep voice, very bass-y. general american accent, but b/c I’m canadian he’s swung that way when he’s drunk. speaks casually, swears casually. personable, easy to talk to. voice only goes quieter when he’s feeling intense or backed into a corner, is usually always trying to sound non-aggressive. usually sounds vaguely amused, cheeky smile in his voice. enjoys giving nicknames voice inspo: brian t. delaney, young george clooney 

genevieve: older, matured voice. uses my accent, but I briefly entertained the idea of a new york accent. speaks slower, evenly, is taking the time to think about what she’s saying as she goes. swears occasionally, but never in front of children. her voice gets deeper and harsher in werewolf mode, but still sounds mostly herself. yes she can howl but usually doesn’t voice inspo: geenva davis (huntara)

iona: medium-pitched voice, but leaning towards higher. speaks with authority and certainty. irish accent, makes sure her words don’t blend together. since she’s been working in a noble house the last 50 years she’s picked up some of their phrases and mannerisms: “perish the thought” “I’ll say goodnight”, etc. refers to people by their surnames til she’s more comfortable voice inspo: n/a

redback: bit of a slightly deeper but young voice. also irish accented, but does blend her words together and uses an abundance of slang & expressions, a lot of which are from newfoundland: “whaddya at”, “shag it” “eh b’y”, etc. usually speaks confidently, with her chest out. swears like a sailor, because she is one. can do that thing where she puts her fingers between her lips and whistle REALLY loud voice inspo: n/a

surina: voice isn’t high or deep, speaks fairly monotonously until she’s irritated. russian accent, rarely uses contractions and keeps her sentences short and to the point. probably the worst person you could ask to tell you a story, she doesn’t embellish at all. voice carries authority if she raises it. swears sometimes, usually in draconic voice inspo: ivana miličević (striga from castlevania)--mostly for pitch 

ada: higher pitched voice with little volume control. new zealand accent, tends to get shrill when she’s mad, like her voice is the auditory equivalent of stomping her foot. lovely singing voice, swears a bunch. no filter, usually says the first thing to cross her mind. laughs easily voice inspo: n/a

cadiana: deeper voice, raspy and intense, almost dry. my idea for her was basically “always sounds like she needs a glass of water.” generic canadian accent. doesn’t swear often, but uses it to make a point voice inspo: cecilie stenspil (as eivor), kimberly brooks, but as jasper from su

union: soft spoken, tenor, Incredibly Posh Englishman from whitestone. gets indignant easily and higher pitched when he does, but tends to sputter before he gets to his point. if you hear union swear, something has gone very very wrong. calls everyone he likes “dear”  voice inspo: tom hiddleston

koda: medium-pitched voice, but getting deeper over time. southern mississippi accent, talks fast and excitably, sometimes to the point where he trips over himself and gets winded. didn’t use to swear cuz of his many siblings, but has grown into it outside the farm. addresses people as “mister/miss/mx (first name)”. expert whistler voice inspo: n/a

crow: medium pitched voice, english accent, but not posh like union; much more casual, subtly yorkshire. heavy on the sarcasm and theatrics, cocky and a bit playful. a bit chiller when you get her one on one or with people she’s comfortable around. will greet her enemies with affectionate things like “doves.” cusses more creatively than my other ocs—goes “COCK AND BALLS” or “TITS” when things are bad voice inspo: n/a

#not writing #cihro #genevieve #iona #redback #surina #ada #cadiana #union #koda #crow (oc) #voices #i'd use terms like soprano/alto but there's more range to it than just that? idk

[zoroshonkingbazonkadonkas]

YOU KNOW WHY WE STAN CECY HERONDALE? LOOK.

Cecily did not look impressed. “We may have a long engagement,” she said. “But I cannot see why you are counseling me to marry a man my parents have never met.”

Will sputtered. “I am not counseling you to marry a man your parents have never met!”

“Then we are in agreement. Gabriel must meet Mam and Dad.”

#cecily herondale #cecy queen #the infernal devices #gabriel lightwood #gabriel lighworm #sorry not sorry #will herondale #will my babie

[taco-taco-belle]

, A crack in the ice Chapter 1

Authors notes

This is my first ever writing piece, I hope you guys enjoy it! As some of you know I am visually impaired, which means I do not read print like a lot of you do, Because of this there will probably be a lot of punctuation errors and I am really sorry about it. I tried my best to remember everything about how print works, and hope you can still enjoy the story! My messages and ask box are always open if any of you want to pop in, and notify me about punctuation mistakes and words that were spelled wrong in my writing, or just to say hi!💜

Summary

Ever since the battle of Hogwarts, and the defeat of you know who along with his death eaters, The Wizarding World has been at peace. Wizards and witches feel secure, and don’t expect any nasty surprises or uprisings in the near future. So what happens when alliances against them form in the most unlikely places, And a new struggle for power begins? Well, the newest generation at Hogwarts is about to find out!

Lucie gave a cat like stretch, and tossed her quill onto the table in front of her. She squinted down at her watch, it was a quarter to midnight, and they had to meet the others in 15 minutes. Lucie Felt the nervous excitement, that always came when she was about to do something she knew she wasn’t supposed to be doing, mixed with exhaustion. It had taken much longer than previously anticipated, to finish her potions essay on the draft of a ternal sleep. Matthew seated beside her wasn’t even halfway through his own essay he kept sneaking glances at Lucie’s when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. Christopher was seated in his favorite arm chair by the fire, immersed in one of his well thumbed notebooks.

Christopher usually did not join Lucie, And Matthew when they did school work together, In the Ravenclaw common room. This wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy spending time with his friends, Christopher was very intelligent, and had an amazing memory. this meant that he excelled in all of their classes, and finished assignments incredibly quickly. instead of using his ample amount of free time to socialize with his friends, he spent it on his research. He was fascinated in the ways that everything magical, and non-magical function. None of his friends ever got annoyed at Christopher for this, they knew it was what he enjoyed doing. If it made her cousin happy then Lucie was satisfied.

Lucie scanned the common room. Ravenclaws despite their reputation of put togetherness, And Great organizers were a very untidy bunch. Scraps of parchment, with half thought out calculations, and ideas scribbled on them, Lay strewn across tables, and chairs. Broken quills lay beside chocolate frog wrappers, and empty ink bottles. The mess looked even worse contrasted against the common rooms elegantly arched ceiling covered in constellations, And spotless white bookshelves. She wasn’t judging her fellow comrades housekeeping however, Lucie was making sure everyone else had gone up to bed.

Matthew gave her a teasing grinn, which Lucie ignored. They both knew that the last Ravenclaws, A group of giggling fifth year girls had made their way upstairs, A half an hour ago. Despite this, Lucie had been nervously glancing over her shoulder, every five minutes. The sick feeling at the pit of her stomach had been increasing, as the night wore on. Lucie suffered from terrible nerves, every time they snuck out of Ravenclaw Tower, ever since she was 12 years old. In fact, she suspected they had only intensified throughout the years. Matthew treated the situation as he treated everything else, not very seriously.

He always tried to reassure her, By pointing out the fact, that if they hadn’t gotten caught by now, they probably never would. In response to this, Lucie would always remind him that she was the head girl of Ravenclaw, And Matthew was both there Quidditch team captain, and the Minister of Magic‘s youngest son! So they couldn’t afford, to rely on probably. She would suffer through her nerves, however to be able to spend a few hours spending time with her beloved friends, each week.

“Luce shouldn’t we get going?” Matthew inquired, looking over at her. She nodded, neatly rolling up her essay, and stuffing it inside her school bag along with her quill, And ink bottle. Matthew looked down at his essay, and side dramatically. “I guess I shall have to bring this accursed piece of paper along!” Lucy gave Matthew a questioning look. Shall?, but all she said was “I am sure you can get Daisy to help you.” He made a face at her, and she grinned. They both knew, that he would prefer to work with James, or Thomas. Cordelia was one of Lucie’s favorite people in the world, but even she could admit that Daisy could be a little intimidating at times.

Though Cordelia could be withdrawn at times, she always gave off a quiet aura of confidence and authority. Lucie doubted that her best friend, was even aware of this aspect of her personality. She knew with certainty though, that they played a big role in Cordelia being Quidditch captain, And head girl of Gryffindor house. Whenever Daisy helped Math with his homework, she watched him intently the entire time to make sure he was focused, and didn’t put up with his dramatics. Jamie on the other hand, usually ended up getting into trouble with Matthew, or just doing most of the assignment for him. They were best friends as close as Lucie and Cordelia, and had been best friends before even coming to Hogwarts.

Matthew gave her one of his best winning smiles “ come on Luce help someone in need.” She Scoffed “ oh don’t try that on me Math. I have been immune to your charms since you tried to eat Christopher’s pet ladybug Mr. spots on a dare from my brother when we were eight.” He frowned “ not One of my finest moments. It’s a good thing father stopped me, I’ve heard ladybugs are positively ghastly for one’s complexion!” Lucie wasn’t even going to bother asking, where Matthew had gotten said information. “ Matthew no matter how many times you refer to my father as yours it will not make it true.“ and I still haven’t gotten over Mr. spots you know.” Christopher said quietly from the fire. Lucie laughed, You never knew when Christopher was listening and when he wasn’t. Sometimes she would recount a long story to him, or an explanation of something, before realizing that he wasn’t paying attention in the slightest. Christopher wasn’t rude he was just, as his older sister Anna put it off in his own world.

Matthew gave them both Hurt looks “ no respect even from my closest friends!” “ you’ll get respect from me when you finish your essay.” She said, Pointing to the piece of paper on the table in front of him. “ you’ll never get it from me.” Christopher said matter-of-factly, Turning a page of his notebook. Matthew waved his wand, and sent all of his possessions including the much hated essay flying into his bag, in an unorderly jumble.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart, Matthew was as intelligent as all of his fellow Ravenclaw’s. He would just rather do the spells, and potions they were assigned. Then in his words “ wasting hours of my life shut up in Ravenclaw Tower, up to my ears in books, and essays depriving the world of my many talents!” His friends also knew, though he would never admit it that Matthew struggled sometimes under the expectations set for him. His mother Charlotte was the minister of magic, and his older brother Charles had been head boy of Ravenclaw house. Everyone was always watching him, waiting to see if he would be another success of the family, Or a screwup that they were secretly ashamed about. The professors, even treated him differently than the rest of the class sometimes. This caused Matthew to say rude things in class, and act out sometimes. Lucie, And her brother never stayed mad at him for long because of it though, they knew he was just constantly under a lot of stress. Matthew was at his best when he was with his friends.

He looked over at her his dark green eyes reflecting the fire light, as if he knew she had been thinking about him. “ ready to go?“ yep.” She replied, standing up and crossing the dark blue carpeted floor to Christopher, as Matthew bent to retrieve their brooms from their hiding place beneath the table. Beside Matthews chair Oscar wined. Oscar Wilde, was Matthews much adored golden retriever. He had been a present from James, back in their fourth year, for Matthews birthday. Oscar hated it every time they left him at night, he was incredibly loyal to Matthew and his friends. Whenever they were in the common room he would follow Matthew wherever he went. Matthew spoiled Oscar to no end, and loved his dog as much as Oscar loved him. They even bared a resemblance to each other, With the same shaggy golden hair, and green eyes, though Oscars were much lighter than Matthews.

She gave Christopher a gentle tap on his shoulder “ Time to go Kit.” In the space of about a minute, her cousin had slipped back into his own world. He blinked his dark blue eyes up at her, from behind his gold rimmed spectacles. They were the same as Lucie’s father, and aunt Cecily’s. Though their other cousins, Thomas, Barbara, and Eugenia did not share them. he blinked “ is it? Odd how quickly time passes, we were just talking about my poor ladybug Mr. spots.” He glared over at Matthew, who was stroking Oscar’s floppy ears. His own, and Lucie’s brooms on the floor beside them. She didn’t bother telling Christopher that it had only been a minute or so, instead she went to the window, and slid it open. Freezing night air streamed into the room, causing the fire to sputter wildly in it’s grate. Lucie was glad for the cold air, she leaned out the window taking in big lung fulls of it. Enjoying how it helped clear her nerves, and wake her up.

Matthew tide their bags to the back of her broom, with a practiced hand. As Oscar Wilde sat looking up at him with a disgruntled expression. Christopher gave Matthews broom a look that matched Oscars, he despised flying he was the only member of their group that was not on there house quidditch team. He didn’t even own a broom, Christopher said he would prefer to keep his feet on the ground at all times. He usually rode on the back of Matthews broom, and Lucie carried her own, and Matthews school bags on the back of hers. There was usually no need to bring Christophers, since he almost always had all his work complete. Sometimes Lucie would leave some of her work to the last minute on purpose. So she could work on it with Cordelia. Even though they had had this routine in place since their second year at Hogwarts, Christopher still hadn’t adjusted to it.

Matthew and Christopher joined her at the window, as Oscar slunk over dejectedly, to a spot by the fire, no doubt to wait for their return a few hours later. Matthew handed Lucie her broom, it was a bit awkward with the two bags tied to the end of it but, they managed to get it out the window, where it floated there like an odd bird. Matthew performed in over the top bow, and held his hand out for her to take “ my lady your chariot awaits. Lucie rolled her eyes at him, but took his outstretched hand. Usually in the winter months they needed to help each other clamber out of the window, since the sill was usually slick with ice. She climbed up onto the cold slippery stones. The sharp edges of them bit into her knees through her robes. Wincing Lucie began to slide off the ledge, and Matthews warm fingers still clutched tightly in hers, into the still dark Night below.

I really hope you guys liked this! if you could please like, And reblog, And don’t be shy you can leave a note telling me what you liked, and didn’t like about this first chapter. I will try to post the next one as soon as I possibly can, although I don’t know when that will be. I promise the next one will be a lot more interesting, I just needed to put a lot of set up in this first one. I hope you guys are all staying safe and healthy!❤️

#my writing #A crack in the ice #The last hours #The last hours au #au #lucie Herrondale #Matthew Fairchild #Christopher lightwood #Thomas lightwood #Cordelia Carstairs #James Herrondale #Anna lightwood #Grace blackthorn #Jesse Blackthorne #Barbara lightwood #Eugenia lightwood #Alastair Carstairs #Will Herrondale #Tessa gray #Charlotte Fairchild #cog #chain of gold #Cassandra Clare #tsc #shadowhunters #Harry potter

[cecily-xyz]

DAMMIT I LOVE THEM TOO STOP TEMPTING ME DEVS LET ME PLAY MURIELS ROUTE IN PEACE

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fandom #the arcana asra #the arcana asra alnazar #asra alnazar #asra the arcana #asra the magician #muriel the arcana #muriel route #cecily sputters

[youve-cath-to-be-kitten-me]

Magenta

This is the final part of my Baby Carstairs and the Ghosts series for @daisyherxndale! Thank you so much for sticking with me even through my crazy writers block, and I do apologize for updating so late! I hope you enjoy! :)

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“Lottie and Jess have been texting me non-stop about this entire thing,” Mina laughs as yet another notification goes off on her phone.

“I mean, to be fair, they’re your twin sisters, and the fact that we’re adopting twins is probably cause for excitement,” Max replies, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple. Warlock twins are almost unheard of, and when Catarina called them with the news, they immediately jumped on the opportunity. The couple would have loved any child to come their way, but they had secretly hoped for twins.

“That’s true, this means there’s one for each of them to spoil.”

“We both know how well that’s going to go.”

They both imagine the utter chaos for a moment before shivering and shaking their heads in unison.

“Let’s be honest here, if the two of us could actually interact with the living world, you’d have a double Jessamine-Charlotte spoiling problem.”

The ghostly figure of Jessamine Lovelace appears suddenly next to them, and mere seconds afterward, Charlotte and Henry Branwell follow.

“I’m sure Kit will do that for us,” Charlotte reasons, nudging Jessamine slyly with her elbow, “Ever since Rose started middle school, he and Ty have been waiting for some little ones to bring the bounce house out for.”

Henry nods and winces at the memory of the last time he visited while the bounce house was operational.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Will Herondale appears and pouts at the two of them, with a radiant grin for Mina and Max, “The bounce house was the most wonderful thing to happen to this family.”

“Rose, Oberon, and Roman each broke at least one bone from falling out of that thing,” Mina reminds him, and Max stares at the spot where Will stands. He can’t see the ghosts, but being around Mina has made sure he’s used to seeing his wife talk to open space. “And Irene probably ripped a hole in it fifteen times before Ty was forced to ban her, and she definitely wasn’t happy about it.”

“Entertainment!” Will shouts triumphantly, and Gabriel and Gideon Lightwood arrive just in time to facepalm in unison.

Mina mimics the brothers’ action dramatically, causing an identical fond shake of the head from both of them.

“You didn’t tell us we were having a family reunion,” Cecily says as she and Sophie appear, linking her arm through Gabriel’s, Sophie doing the same to Gideon.

“Ummmmm, I wasn’t planning on it, but then everyone started showing up,” Mina giggles. “We’re supposed to meet the twins in twenty minutes, but Max wanted to get here early.” She pokes her husband in the side, and he grins at her.

“Well, I’m sorry that I don’t want to be late to meet our kids for the first time.”

“We traveled by portal, love, it’s almost impossible for us to be late.”

Max flushes a navy blue at his ears, and sputters for a moment until Mina reaches up to pinch his cheek affectionately and he’s lost in staring at her.

“STOP. GO AWAY. WE DON’T WANT YOUR PDA,” James, Matthew, Cordelia, and Lucie chant as they dance into the mortal plane.

“I never should have taught you that,” Mina sighs.

“Stop, go away?” Max guesses blindly, and Mina nods.

“To be fair, you thought we’d only use it to mess with Kit and Ty, which we did, until what was it…?” James turns over his shoulder to pretend to consult with Matthew, “Your third date with Max?”

“Sounds about right,” confirms Mina, placing her hands on both hips and fixing an unimpressed look on the four of them.

“That’s a mom look,” Anna pops up over Cordelia’s shoulder, “She’s officially mastered the ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’”

Mina keeps up the exasperated facade for a moment, but then her front dissolves into laughter and the cluster of ghosts from her parents’ generation chuckle from where they’re watching the entire exchange with amused looks.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood-Bane?” a woman enters the waiting room, “Ms. Loss asked me to let you know that the twins will be arriving in less than five minutes.”

“Thank you,” Mina says, and the woman nods before leaving and closing the door lightly behind her.

“Five minutes,” Max says, and wraps his arms around her waist. “Less than minutes and we officially become parents.”

They’d previously spoken with the twins over video call, but the four of them had never met up in person.

“I know,” she grins up at him, but her smile falters for a moment and her voice drops to a whisper. “Max… do you think I’ll be a good mother?”

“Yes,” he replies immediately, “of course you will. You grew up with a wonderful mother, and you… don’t even get me started about how wonderful you are. You’re kind, and compassionate, and intelligent, and so good with all the other kids. You’ll be an amazing mother. I believe it. With all my heart.”

“You always know exactly what to say,” Mina breathes, and he places a kiss on her forehead before she leans against him and presses her lips to his shoulder.

“He’s telling the truth,” Charlotte floats over, brushing her fingers over Mina’s hair as if to play with it.

“He is,” Will appears by her side and wraps his arms around her. The only difference Mina feels is a slightly colder shift in the air, but she’s never felt warmer. “Mina, love, I’m so proud of you. All of us are.”

“I’m sure Tessa, Jem, and the kids are stressing themselves out preparing for your return,” Jessamine jokes, “Everything will turn out well.”

“We’re with you every step of the way,” Sophie says gently.

“Even if we can’t change diapers,” Henry adds.

The group dissolves into giggles, and even though he can’t see them, Max finds himself wiping his own tears at the look on his wife’s face.

“I love you guys,” Mina says, lightly batting away Max’s tissue-filled hand with a smile.

“We love you too,” Cecily says. “I think your kids will be here any second now. We’ll leave you to it.”

The ghosts wave and blow kisses even as they disappear into thin air. Right on cue, Catarina steps through the waiting room doors, two warlock children about the age of four in tow.

“Max, Mina,” Catarina greets them, “I’d like you to say hi to Ada and Camden. Ada, Camden, this is your mommy and daddy.”

Mina and Max sink to their knees to make proper eye contact with them.

“Hi, you two,” Max says, “It’s lovely to see both of you again.”

Ada reaches to the side and Camden grabs her hand with wide, magenta eyes. Both twins are the palest shade of pink, with long, dark purple horns peeking out from under tufts of tightly curled violet hair.

“Look, Ada,” Camden is the first twin to speak, “His face is still blueberry colored.”

Ada nods solemnly, but tugs her brother closer, sticking a pudgy pink thumb into her mouth. Mina cautiously reaches out and opens her arms in a silent invitation.

“Don’t get all shy on us now,” she teases lightly, “Max and I still saved the video you sent us of the two of you singing karaoke.”

Ada giggles and Camden blushes a dark pink. Max stands and Mina braces herself as he dramatically begins to reenact the video, complete with an imaginary hairbrush microphone and jubilant dance moves. The twins toddle into Mina’s arms and watch the performance over her shoulders, and she lightly brushes a kiss on each of their cheeks before turning to watch her husband absolutely destroy Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe.”

Camden pushes out of Mina’s grip at the second chorus and joins the song, even trying to get Max to do the proper choreography.

“Mama?” Ada asks, and Mina’s heart flutters. I’m “Mama”. That’s me. “Dad and Camden are embarrassing me.”

Mina laughs brightly and pokes her daughter’s cheek affectionately.

“Me too, honey. I guess we’ll have to get used to it.”

…

(If all four of them are singing and dancing by the end, it’s no one’s business.)

#daisyherxndale #tijuana #my writing #mine #magenta #lightstairs #max lightwood bane #mina carstairs #mina x max #oc #ada lightwood-bane #camden lightwood-bane #parents #adoption #tsc #shadowhunters

[livia-dovehallow]

I guess its still into an early wip form, but all this talk about this angstier HH made me curious, may you share some line you have written even if it changes latert on?

sure! it's been a while since I last worked on it but here is a part from the story that was entirely rewritten. in the original HH, Cecily kicks both Will and Gabriel out of the room when Jem arrives. in the extended edition, she only kicks Will out. Gabriel stays :)

“No,” Cecily answered quietly. She’d been laying in the same position on her side for two hours. “I feel even more nauseous when I do move, or someone moves the bed. It is like being on a boat.”

Jem only nodded and turned partly toward Gabriel. Have you noticed any drastic changes in her mood or appetite?

Gabriel pondered for a moment. “She has been more reserved lately, but I assumed it was exhaustion with all the patrolling we’ve been doing over those Shax demon reports. Could it have been illness the whole time?”

I do not suspect it is any virus or illness, per say, at all, Jem clarified. Cecily blinked up at him, confused. How could she feel this terribly and not have an illness? Gabriel appeared just as confused as she felt.

“What do you mean?” he asked, voicing both their thoughts.

If Silent Brothers could smile, it looked like Jem was. You’re with child, Cecily. 

It took a minute for Jem’s assessment to process in her mind—and apparently Gabriel’s as well, for he leaned his head forward, his arms still crossed, and sputtered, “Come again?”

Congratulations.

Cecily’s eyes found Gabriel’s. It was as if, for a brief moment, all the nausea and aches faded away. “I’m pregnant,” she said aloud in disbelief.

Gabriel broke into a wide smile and dropped his crossed arms. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated. 

#maggie answers #kind anons #lol at me writing a new version of my own fic from almost 3 years ago #cecily herondale #gabriel lightwood #gabrily

[lightwood-banefamily]

🌸 +Cecily Herondale :)

“Why are we bringing him along, again?" Will inquired, of the world in general as well as his sister.

Cecily put her hands on her hips. "Why are you bringing Tessa?"

"Because Tessa and I are going to be married," Will said, and Tessa smiled; the way that Will's little sister could ruffle his feathers like no one else was still amusing to her.

"Well, Gabriel and I might well be married," Cecily said. "Someday."

Gabriel made a choking noise, and turned an alarming shade of purple.

Will threw up his hands. "You can't be married Cecily! You're only fifteen! When I get married, I'll be eighteen! An adult!"

Cecily did not look impressed. "We may have a long engagement," she said. "But I cannot see why you are counseling me to marry a man my parents have never met."

Will sputtered. "I am not counseling you to marry a man your parents have never met!"

"Then we are in agreement. Gabriel must meet Mam and Dad.”

— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

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[rileysecretfox]

“Can you maybe not look like you’re about to re-enter the Hollow?”

Rupert snuck up from behind Amir, placing his hand gently on the small of his back. Even that little touch was enough to have Amir smiling despite himself, his body tingling with joy just knowing Rupert was near.

“I do not look like that,” Amir argued. “I look like my fiancé blackmailed me into a double date.”

“Blackmailed?” Rupert sputtered. “Isn’t that a little dramatic?”

“You said it was dinner with Joan and Cecily, or dinner with your mother.”

“Point taken. Now let’s go, we don’t want to be late.”

#the two princes podcast #amir x rupert #jecily #amir being super in love and rupert being angsty #cecily being a kickass friend #my first fanfic what the hell am i doing

[dailymiquotes]

Cecily, this is a singular expedition. It is not a toy. You cannot simply use the Portal whenever you like, and this excursion must be kept a secret. None but we here can know you visited your parents, that I allowed you to break the Law!" "I won't tell anyone!" Cecily protested. "And neither will Gabriel." She glanced at the boy at her side. "You won't, will you?" "Why are we bringing him along, again?" Will inquired, of the world in general as well as his sister.  Cecily put her hands on her hips. "Why are you bringing Tessa?" "Because Tessa and I are going to be married," Will said, and Tessa smiled, the way that Will's little sister could ruffle his feathers like no one else was still amusing to her. "Well, Gabriel and I might well be married," Cecily said. "Someday." Gabriel made a choking noise, and turned on alarming shade of purple. Will threw up his hands. "You can't be married, Cecily! You're only fifteen! When I get married, I'll be eighteen! An adult!"  Cecily did not look impressed. "We may have a long engagement," she said. "But I cannot see why you are counseling me to marry a man my parents have never met!"  Will sputtered. "I am not counseling you to marry a man your parents have never met!" "Then we are in agreement. Gabriel must meet Mom and Dad." Cecily turned to Henry. "Is the Portal ready?

Charlotte Fairchild, Cecily Herondale and Will Herondale (Clockwork Princess)

#mi #the mortal instruments #clockwork princess #the infernal devices #shadowhunter chronicles #charlotte fairchild #charlotte branwell #cecily herondale #will herondale #quotes #book quotes

[corpsetsang]

@pretendsweetly liked for a starter!

Cecily had waited all afternoon to hear the ding of the bell above the bakery door as it creaked open. She didn’t even need to look up to see who it was-- the majority of her days were spent meeting with wedding planners, especially in the last few months after a slew of summer engagements. At that point, she could probably pick each one out by a single footstep. “Before you ask: no, they didn’t make a decision today,” she refrained from rolling her eyes, referencing Delaney’s absolute nightmare of a client. “That bride, I swear to god, is going to be the death of me.” 

Her gaze tore from wiping down the flour-stained countertops to meet Delaney’s eye line. “I tried to steer her to a cake today, I really did. And when I gave her my suggestions, she looked me dead in the eye and told me to stop trying to sabotage her wedding.” She couldn’t help but sputter a laugh. As much as she loved her job, it was draining at times. “I’m going to have to start making you buy me dinner for every difficult couple you send in here.” 

#thread: Cecily Ward & Delaney Arnet #pretendsweetly #lemme know if this is ok!