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livia-dovehallow · 2 years

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unseen scenes - cecily turns 12 (ft. charlotte & henry)

remember the whole “if you leave the Nephilim, the Clave still lay claim on your children, and a representative will come every 6 years until they are 18 to ask if they want to be a Shadowhunter” business? haven’t you ever wondered what happened when Cecily turned 12? Ella was gone and Will had gone to London three years prior when he himself was 12. this is my interpretation of that tense day in 1875.

Charlotte sighed and set down the letter that had arrived on her desk early that morning. She’d expected it, but despite having years to prepare, she felt helpless at the various possibilities that could arise.

Will didn’t want to know. Not unless something had happened to them. He didn’t even want the good news. What terrible turmoil he had to go through not to ever want to speak of his family. It filled Charlotte with terrible sorrow.

“Lottie?”

Her mood lifted the slightest bit at the sound of her nickname, spoken only by one person in the entire world. She looked up at Henry, who for once, did not hold any sort of contraption or invention in his hands. “Henry,” she breathed.

He looked at her concerned. “What is it? Are you troubled?”

“It is Will’s younger sister, Cecily,” she said, and gave him a sympathetic smile at his sudden expression of worry. “She is all right. But she does turn twelve today.”

Understanding dawned on Henry’s face. It was a rare moment, indeed, when Henry was not aloof with excitement or humor. Even if he had been at this moment, Charlotte figured it wouldn’t have done much to ease her worry. “The claim,” he confirmed, and Charlotte nodded. “Have they dispatched them already?”

“They have.” Charlotte unceremoniously held the letter out to him, which he took and read quickly. Ragnor Fell’s letter gave her little information about the events to come, except that he had confirmed with his sources that the Clave representatives had been seen crossing into Wales.

Henry stepped forward, the letter tossed forgotten on the desk, and took her hand. Her heart jumped, but this was no time to dwell on her feelings. She had to think of Will’s. “It will be all right,” he said, sounding assured. He appeared more confident about that statement that she did. “Whatever happens, Charlotte, it is not yours alone to face.”

Charlotte swallowed painfully. Henry was such a kind man and gentle husband. He’d done her a great service, marrying her to fulfill the promise owed to her father and to allow her to run the Insititue. He had no reason to continue being so kind to her. She shook herself out of her thoughts. “There is no way Will isn’t aware what day it is. Will you check on him?”

Henry gave her a smile. “Of course. Though, I am afraid he will know what I am up to and give me a challenge. I should have to bring one of my inventions with me to appease his mood, I think.”

Oh, Henry. Don’t injure the boy just to distract his thoughts.

...

Will was not in the mood to speak to anyone.

Not that he usually was to begin with. He dreaded when Jem would wake and look for him, for he was the only person who was not deterred from Will’s sharp tongue. And he would be another person Will would have to lie to about what day it was for him.

He could hear Henry clanging his way about the Institute, no doubt showing off whatever latest contraption he had conjured. Henry always tried to get him to talk by using those death traps. Didn’t he ever give up?

Despite his best efforts, Will could not stop thinking about Cecily. Had she grown much? Was she still as stubborn? Worst of all, would she come back with the Clave representatives?

Thud. He sunk another knife into the target at the other side of the room and glared. He missed her. His sister. He missed both of them, if he was honest. He had little right to miss them.

“Any harder and the board will split in half,” joked a voice behind him. Will closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Go away.”

Henry did not, in fact, go away. “You know, I’ve wondered if putting the target on a pulling system would be a better training mechanism. Very seldom does a demon remain in a single spot and unmoving.”

“Fascinating,” Will muttered. He threw another knife.

...

Cecily knew exactly who was at the door when she heard the knocking. She sat in her room, staring blankly at the window that faced the front of the house and into the vast hills that surrounded it. The last time she faced those people, she had her siblings to welcome her after she refused the offer. What did she have now?

Her father’s voice boomed through the walls. “Haven’t you enough of my children?”

Cecily could not hear the response of the others at the door, but she knew where her mother was. In town, away from the possibility of crossing paths with those people again. She’d told Cecily it was to collect the ingredients she needed to bake Cecily her birthday dessert that evening. Cecily knew better.

Her father called her name, less of a command and more of an empty sound. Cecily stood and calmly made her way into the hall and down the stairs, where she saw two men dressed in normal clothing opposite her father. She could see those markings on their skin beyond the collars of their shirts. It had been years since she last saw them, but she did not forget them.

“You know the Law, Edmund,” said one of the men. Her father scowled, his pale blue eyes darkened in anger and grief. Though, Cecily had to admit, they almost always were nowadays. “She is Nephilim by blood.”

Cecily stood at her father’s side and remained silent, her face even, giving away no expression or emotion in any manner or direction. “You think that in six years her decison will have changed?” her father asked, spiteful.

“A great many things have changed in six years, as we see it,” said the other man. Cecily forced herself to remain silent and calm. For a group of people who claim to be so uninterested in the lives of so-called Mundanes, they sure knew a lot about her family. “You’ve made your position quite clear, Edmund, but it is your daughter’s choice.”

“I will save you the time of walking me through a tedious interview,” Cecily finally spoke, staring down both men unabashed. She remembered the tone she had taken with them six years prior, when she’d still only been a small thing, and how angry it made them. It was satisfying and there was nothing they could do to a six-year-old girl about it. She took the same tone with them now and saw the same flicker of annoyance in their expressions. “My answer remains the same. No.”

“Your dedication to your parents is admirable,” said the man in the lighter suit. If he had shared his name, Cecily did not bother to remember it. “But you were gifted blood of the Angel by birth. A duty most would find to be an honor.”

“I do not choose how I am born,” Cecily replied. “And I do not find it an honor. My answer is no. I shall see you again when I am eighteen, to tell you yet again that I will not be a Shadowhunter.”

The other man, the one in the darker suit, shrugged and began to turn. “This is a waste of time, Hightower. Let us return to Idris and give our report.”

The men went back out the door, but not before the other man, Hightower, shook his head. “At least your brother made the wiser decision.”

Cecily was ready to explode, but her father slammed the door in their faces before she could. He said nothing to her. Instead, he patted her shoulder, kissed her head, and returned to his study. He closed the door behind him, but Cecily knew what he kept in there. She could smell it on him.

She turned and went back up the stairs, back into her room, and sat back down on the bed to look out at the same window. She hated them, the Shadowhunters, for tearing her family apart. She didn’t want to be one of them, but this was not a preferable life, either. Every day was the same. Her father, locked away in the study, drinking. Her mother, in the gardens all day long, weeping every time she came across the bed of wildflowers that grew just outside the fencing that Ella used to pick and keep in her room.

One day she would find him, her brother. She would march him back home and put her family back together again. It was this reason that, despite refusing to be one of them, she ached at her decision. Was she right to say no? Should she have said yes, and gone with them, for the sole purpose of finding her brother? They would take her right to where he would be.

Life was full of choices. Cecily feared she made the wrong one.

...

The day came to and end with dark cloud cover and silent drizzle. Charlotte awaited anxiously by the foyer for any news from Ragnor Fell to no avail. She supposed that no news was good news; that Cecily had refused the Clave’s offer of joining the Nephilim. That was what Will wanted, right? But who wanted never to see their family again when it was obvious they loved them? Charlotte could not understand Will’s choices, but she would accept them.

A gentle hand came to rest on her shoulder, followed by her favorite voice. “No news?”

She shook her head and sighed. “None. I fear we may not hear anything for a day or two, regardless of the outcome. It’s such a journey from northern Wales to London.”

“Come to bed, then,” Henry urgered her. “No sense in making yourself unwell with worry if there is nothing that can be done.”

He was right, but it broke Charlotte’s heart. “How is Will?”

“Locked up in his room. Been there since dinner. I don’t expect him to come out.”

Charlotte turned and looked up at Henry, taking comfort in his support. “It could not have been an easy day for him. I hope he is better by the morning.”

Henry gave her a rueful smile and gathered her up in his arms. “I’ll wager that he will not be until time has passed and the window for a hypothetical arrival has gone and she has not come. TIme, darling.”

Charlotte closed her eyes. She had a sinking feeling, deep in her stomach, that Will wanted to see his sister. He never spoke of her, or his parents, but every significant day--whether it be a birthday or anniversary--he became withdrawn. That was not the behavior of someone who did not want to remember.

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tortured-poetries · 2 years

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So I found this few-chapter story about Ella Herondale on my laptop, should I publish it?

#eliza’s annoying again #ella herondale #tsc #will herondale #cecily herondale

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aprill-99 · 2 years

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I’ve got the new protagonist categories:

1. Character that started enthusiastic about plot events and stayed that way - James T Kirk, Ella Lopez, Parker, Sophie Deveraux, Jesper Fahey

2. Character that started enthusiastic about plot events, then became more cynical over time -Eragon, Frodo, Sansa Stark, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger

3. Character who always knew they were a protagonist, and the events of the plot are literally their job - Holly Short, Jace Herondale, Buffy Summers, Inej Gafa

4. Character who would learned about what the plot would be, and would have preferred not to touch that shit with a 50 foot pole - Alex Rider, Percy Jackson, Maximum Ride, Geralt, Jon Snow

5. The protagonist who is shaping the plot explicitly for profit, spite, and to cause other people problems - Kaz Brekker, Artemis Fowl, Yennefer

I have a working theory that you could sort groups of main characters from one fandom into each category, but for now it’s a hodgepodge of media I enjoy.

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clockwork-lady-of-airxdarkness · 2 years

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Hi!

It would mean a lot if people could share or check out my redbubble shop!

I have a couple of book related designs, and I'm hoping to add more later but there's also some random ones :))

Thank you so much!

(if you can't access the hyperlink, my shop is called caliadseastudio on redbubble!)

#Shatter me #juliette ferrars #aaron warner #ella sommers #kenji kishimoto #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #the infernal devices #the dark artifices #the last hours #william herondale #jem carstairs #tessa gray #magnus bane #Redbubble #Art #Fandom #Books #Young adult

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d4rkshad0w · 1 month

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ELLA HERONDALE APPRECIATION POST

she gave her like for her brother, the one and only Will Herondale and she deserves more recognition

#will herondale #the infernal devices #the shadowhunter chronicles #cecily herondale

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secretosdeblackthornhall · 2 years

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Jem y Tessa a Alec

Memorándum para el Cónsul Alec Lightwood

Re: Relaciones con los Fae salvajes

Después de varios días de tensión, nos alivia informar que las amenazas a Christopher Herondale y Wilhelmina Carstairs parecen haberse resuelto. Nos hemos puesto en contacto con Gwyn ap Nudd, de la Cacería, y él nos asegura que el hada no juramentada conocida como Madre Hawthorn ha sido reubicada en un lugar remoto y Hunt mantendrá ese lugar en el futuro.

Desafortunadamente, la seguridad de Christopher Herondale todavía está en duda a largo plazo. Consulte las páginas adjuntas de correspondencia personal para pensamientos y preguntas más informales en su tiempo libre.

firman,

James Carstairs

Tessa Herondale-Carstairs

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Estimado Alec,

Hice que Jem hiciera la parte formal del recado porque hace que mis ojos se crucen. Me sentí mal por preguntarle, pero me hizo señas de que no, aparentemente ninguno de nosotros creería la cantidad de papeleo que archivan los Hermanos Silenciosos. Me sorprendió porque "papeleo" y "Ciudad de Hueso" realmente no van juntos en mi mente, pero bueno.

De todos modos, el informe es exacto. Julian Blackthorn, por muy inteligente que sea, se acercó a Gwyn, quien accedió a tratar con Madre Hawthorn. (Julian tampoco le dijo a nadie que hizo esto, por supuesto, porque también le encantan las revelaciones dramáticas, que estoy seguro de que todos recordamos bien). Y se apoderó de Madre Hawthorn y nos trajo a Mina.

Mina, por cierto, está feliz y sana y no está ni un poco alterada, a diferencia de sus padres. No estaba más que encantada con la cacería salvaje y nos ha dicho con entusiasmo y en repetidas ocasiones que conoció a muchos caballos y que los caballos son sus amigos. Kit, por supuesto, está al menos tan conmocionado como nosotros, posiblemente más. Apenas la ha perdido de vista desde que ella regresó. Incluso ha estado durmiendo en el suelo de su habitación. (Movimos un sillón allí después del primer par de noches). Se lo ha tomado muy en serio. No ha querido hablar mucho sobre eso, pero obviamente mucho está pesando mucho sobre él, y hay una familiar mirada preocupada detrás de sus ojos que ha permanecido desde el incidente. Él está, tememos, comenzando a comprender lo que su herencia podría significar realmente, por mucho que hayamos tratado de aislarlo de ella.

A pesar de la ayuda de Gwyn, ni nosotros ni Julian sabemos realmente qué sucedió exactamente entre La Cacería y Madre Hawthorn, y no estamos dispuestos a preguntar. Sabemos que Faerie puede ser brutal, y más brutal por sí misma, y tiene su propio sentido de justicia y disciplina, que a menudo parece muy... inhumana. Dicho esto, confiamos en Gwyn, sobre todo porque confiamos en Diana Wrayburn. Si dice que Madre Hawthorn no volverá a molestar a Kit, le creemos.

Todavía no sabemos muy bien qué le dijo Madre Hawthorn a Kit en ese momento en el que estaban solos, cuando podíamos verlos a ellos y a Mina, pero no escucharlos. Kit dice que era solo lo que hubiéramos esperado, pero cuando volvió a nosotros, sus ojos estaban angustiados. Desearía poder exigir saber qué fue lo que dijo, amenazó o reveló, pero sé que no puedo. Él nos dirá cuando esté listo.

Dicho esto, no sabemos si Madre Hawthorn tiene aliados que también puedan conocer el secreto de Kit. Sin embargo, podría haber tratado de engatusar a Kit, sabemos que su objetivo es hostil; la conocimos en Buenos Aires, antes de que supiéramos siquiera de la existencia de Kit, y ella fue muy clara. Las palabras se han quedado grabadas en mi cabeza:

Aun hay un Primer Heredero en el mundo. Cuando el Primer Heredero se levante, en toda la espantosa gloria comprada con la sangre de los Seelie, los Unseelie y los Nefilim, espero que la destrucción llegue tanto a los Cazadores de Sombras como a las Hadas. Espero que el mundo entero se pierda.

No puedo mirar a Kit, acostado en el suelo de la habitación de Mina, con la mano alrededor de uno de los listones de la cuna, incluso mientras duerme, y pensar en una gloria horrible. Es como cualquier chico cazador de sombras, un tipo extraordinario de ordinario. Le gustan las películas y las noches de spaghetti y se muerde las uñas. Es solo una persona, no un destino.

Por ahora, muy pocas personas conocen la herencia de Kit. Emma y Julian, por supuesto, y tú y Magnus, Jace y Clary... ni siquiera los hermanos y hermanas de Julian saben, o conocen solo una vaga sombra de la verdad. Pero, ¿a quién más podría habérselo contado Madre Hawthorn? No la Corte Seelie, seguramente; ambos estamos seguros de que la Reina ya habría tomado medidas para apoderarse de Kit si lo supiera. Kieran lo sabe, por supuesto, pero no tenemos idea de a quién en su corte podría haberle contado (Emma dice que Mark y Cristina saben algo, pero no todo, de la situación). Obviamente, Kieran es un aliado y su corte le es leal. Pero es demasiado fácil imaginar que un cortesano emprendedor, o algún duende salvaje, pueda aprender la historia y tratar de aprovechar ese conocimiento.

La realidad, nos hemos dado cuenta, es que los secretos como el de Kit eventualmente salen a la luz y no pueden ser contenidos indefinidamente. Solo entre los cazadores de sombras, mantenerlo dentro de un pequeño círculo de amigos de confianza todavía significa fácilmente una docena de personas.

Lo que nos lleva a nuestra primera petición real: ¿podría Magnus ir a Cirenworth pronto, para reforzar sus protecciones contra las incursiones de aquellos que podrían desear dañar a Kit? Nos vemos obligados a reconocer que son solo una solución temporal, pero por ahora son lo mejor que podemos hacer.

Mientras tanto, creemos firmemente (y estamos seguros de que estará de acuerdo) que debemos tratar de adelantarnos a esta amenaza. Le hemos pedido a Kieran que haga que sus espías estén atentos a cualquier rumor que circule sobre el Primer Heredero en Faerie. ¿Estarías dispuesto a hacer lo mismo, a través de la Alianza? Sabemos que este momento es terrible para ti; seguramente habríamos elegido un momento político menos precario para que la Clave tuviera este problema, si hubiéramos podido. Sabes que lo apoyamos y siempre estaremos a tu lado. Es posible que nos hayamos retirado de la vida activa de cazadores de sombras, pero siempre estaremos allí si nos necesitan.

Eres tan joven para haber cargado todo esto sobre tus hombros. ¿No siempre parece que la responsabilidad nos llega a los cazadores de sombras demasiado temprano en la mañana de nuestras vidas? Miro a mi querido Kit y lo sé. Todos sabemos lo que viene, como saber que se acerca el atardecer en un día que no quieres que termine. El largo día soleado de la infancia de Kit está a punto de terminar. Me estremezco al pensar a lo que tendrá que enfrentarse cuando llegue la noche.

Con todo nuestro amor,

Jem y Tessa

#secretos de blackthorn hall #secrets of blackthorn hall #sobh #cassandra clare #jessa #jem y tessa #jem and tessa #jem carstairs #tessa gray #magnus bane #alec lightwood #diana wrayburn #diana and gwyn #kit herondale #fist heir #Primer Heredero

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lossecretosdeblackthornhall · 1 year

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Kit a Jace

Jace...

No sé por qué te escribo, no sé por qué te escribo, estoy aquí sentado intentando mantener la calma pero todos estos pensamientos están en mi cabeza repitiéndose una y otra vez y necesito ponerlos por escrito y enviarlos a algún sitio. Dijiste que siempre estarías ahí si necesitaba hablar así que hola, sí, hola, necesito hablar. No puedo ir con Jem y Tessa, están tan traumatizadas como yo, quizás más. Y Emma y Julian estaban allí y se lo estaban pasando tan bien, disfrutando de su casa que por fin era segura y agradable y cómoda y de repente secuestran a un bebé en esa casa segura y agradable sin que nadie se dé cuenta de nada.

La verdad es que no he querido admitirlo, pero la verdad es que Mina siempre ha estado en peligro. Por mi culpa. Porque tengo ancestros hada de hace mucho tiempo, así que todos los que están cerca de mí están en peligro. No puedo hacer nada al respecto, no hice nada para merecerlo. Y significa que Jem y Tessa, porque me adoptaron, porque me aman, tienen a su hija secuestrada por todo ello.

Por cierto, como eres alguien que me importa, formas parte del grupo de personas que he puesto en peligro. Lo siento. ¡Pero eres Jace Herondale! Desayunas peligro. Comes hojuelas de peligro cubiertas con perilberries. Estarás bien. Pero Mina... es tan pequeña. Y nunca ha estado lejos de su familia antes.

Sigo diciéndome que no le harán daño. No es a ella a quien quieren. Es otra cosa.

Todo indica que fue secuestrada por hadas. La mayoría de los trabajadores de Round Tom se han ido y no sabemos si uno de ellos tal vez lo hizo, o ayudó a quien lo hizo. El propio Round Tom dice que no sabe nada y que está tan confundido como todos los demás: nunca se preocupa por la política. De todos modos, todos sospechan de él, pero, bueno, no puede mentir, y la frase "No tenía conocimiento de nada que tuviera que ver con el secuestro de su hija" es difícil de interpretar de otro modo.

Pero puede que no importe. Si Mina fue secuestrada por hadas... especialmente hadas bajo órdenes directas de una de las Cortes... eso es una violación de los Acuerdos. Y eso significa guerra con el Mundo de las Hadas. Otra guerra.

¿Cómo puedes vivir así? ¿Cómo pasas el día sabiendo que pones en peligro a todos, sólo por existir?

Supongo que puedo responder a eso yo mismo. Eres quien eres por todo lo que has pasado. Manejas las cosas porque has tenido que manejarlas. Jem y Tessa me adoptaron pensando que podrían mantenerme a salvo, pero quizá nada pueda mantenerme a salvo. He estado a la deriva, jugando a las familias felices, pero la verdad es que tengo que cambiar. Ser más duro. Más fuerte. Más poderoso. Ser alguien a quien los malos deban temer. No un niño al que hay que proteger. Eso tiene que terminar.

Ya no soy un niño.

En fin. Me acabo de dar cuenta de que ya conoces toda la situación, porque seguro que Alec te ha puesto al corriente. Pero me ayuda escribirlo yo mismo, como te dije. No creo que haya nada que puedas hacer, y no estoy pidiendo ayuda. Sólo pensé que de todas las personas que conozco, tú lo entenderías. Que podrías ser alguien con quien poder hablar de esto. Espero que te parezca bien ser eso para mí.

Kit

Texto original de Cassandra Clare ©

Traducción del texto de Niloa Gray ©

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#sobh #jaceherondale #kitherondale #cassandraclare #lossecretosdeblackthornhall #thesecretsofblackthornhall #niloagray

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zoyalannister · 10 months

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Long rant, aka:

The criminal treatment of Cecily Lightwood (née Herondale) in TLH

Premise: Cecily is my favourite character from TID, so I won't be impartial. At all.

Cecily is a wonderful character, but even since TID her traumas were always glassed over. I remind you that, in like a week, she lost all her family: Ella died, Will left to London, her father became an alcoholic gambler (he will eventually lose the house) and her mother fell into depression. It was never shown how much all this affected her, especially if you think that in 1800s people didn’t know about mental health, so Cecily would find herself with a mother who doesn’t talk to her like she used to and she wouldn’t even know why st the age of ten.

We barely know how she spent the next five years, most of the things I assume are either my headcanons or @livia-dovehallow reflections.

Five years later, she arrives in the Institute and finds out she loves fighting and she's also very good at it. She gives the final blow to Benedict Lightwood’s worm, but Tatiana will always blame Will and Jem. This would have been fine if it was just Tatiana being overly sexist and not accepting that a woman killed her father, but all the narrative goes on ignoring the fact that Cecily killed Benedict.

At the end of TID, Cecily tells Gabriel that she wants to be more than just a mother and a wife, and indeed at the age of 40 she is... just a stay-at-home mom when her husband, and moat importantly, her children risk their life.

I think this just happened because CC wants to give space to the new gang, ignoring their parents, but it doesn’t make any sense to me.

Firstly, Cecily never wanted to be just a mother and a wife. She always wanted to be a fighter, so it's stupif she just stopped. But the most stupid thing ever is Cecily not fighting but being perfectly okay into sending Anna and Christopher risking their lives.

A person like Cecily, who lost all her family in a short time, would never stop fighting, on the contrary, she would fight even hardher to defend the family she created with Gabriel. She would never let her children fight alone when she’s home/at the Institute, she would fight alongside them.

But if Cecily stayed IC we wouldn’t have had TLH because she would have sorted out the plot in no time, probably insisting on having Tatiana killed the same moment they all found out she was behind Barbara's death.

So why give Cecily the space she deserves when you can enjoy 2100 pages of boredom, miscommunication, other boredom and insults to your intellect?

#ao3 #author talks #long rant #cecily lightwood #justice for Cecily’s criminal treatment in canon #in my fanfics she will be the real Cecily #not the decaf version we have in tlh

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hopestrope · 1 year

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I am not sure if it's fair to consider Rosemary and Stephen as "minor", but they appear only a few times so...

#hope's polls #edmund herondale #will herondale #ella herondale #owen herondale #marcus herondale #stephen herondale #jace herondale #ephraim loss #rosemary herondale #kit herondale #herondale #herondale family #the shadowhunter chronciles #cassandra clare

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beclynn-herondale · 1 year

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Matilda Djerf as Céline Montclaire

Camille Rowe as Rosemary Herondale

Katie McGrath as Maryse Lightwood

Emily Blunt as Amatis Graymark

Jessica Chastain as Jocelyn Fairchild

Maia Mitchell as Eliza Rosewain

Vanessa Kirby as Madeleine Bellefleur

Tag list: @khaleesiofalicante @chibi-tsukiko @spotsandclawsthings @megs-readstoomuch @magnus-the-maqnificent @userpurple @my-archerboy @jazzkaurtheglorious @simply-ellas-stuff @bookfast-at-tiffanys @radisv @amchara @vickchan2 (let me know if you want to be added)(let me know if you want to be added)

#tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #celine montclaire #eliza rosewain #maryse lightwood #madeleine bellefleur #amatis graymark #rosemary herondale #jocelyn fairchild #tst #the secret treasons #the circle #the circle girls

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g1rlmyth · 15 days

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bonus muses.

GWYNETH BERDARA.

a court of thrones and roses. eleanor tomlinson. she / her, 28+, demisexual / demiromantic. fairly canon complaint as far as her valkyrie storyline.

EMERIE.

a court of thrones and roses. naomi scott. she / her, 28+, demisexual / homoromantic. fairly canon complaint as far as her valkyrie storyline.

LIDIA CERVOS.

crescent city. ester exposito. she / her, 25+, bisexual / biromantic. headcanon based with a fair amount of canon compliance.

ALINA STARKOV.

grishaverse. jessie mei li. she / they, 21+, bisexual / biromantic. headcanon based.

JOHANNA MASON.

the hunger games. elizabeth gillies. she / her, 20+, bisexual / biromantic. headcanon based.

AELIN GALATHYNIUS.

throne of glass. tiera skovbye + freya allan. she / her, 20+, bisexual / biromantic. currently have not read kingdom of ash.

NEHEMIA YTGER.

throne of glass. ella balinska. she / her, 19+, bisexual / biromantic. currently have not read kingdom of ash.

EMILY PRENTISS.

criminal minds. paget brewster. she / her, 45+, bisexual / biromantic. have not watched s16+.

QUINN FABRAY.

crossover based. dianna agron. she / her, 25+, bisexual / demiromantic. backstory depends on canon inserted into.

SERENA VAN DER WOODSEN.

gossip girl. blake lively. she / her, 21+, bisexual / biromantic. honestly just vibes, completely ignoring canon storylines.

REGINA MILLS.

once upon a time. lana parrilla. she / her, 30+, bisexual / demiromantic. headcanon based, very canon critical.

QUINN JAMES.

one tree hill. shantel vansanten. she / her, 35+, bisexual / biromantic. headcanon based.

TESSA GRAY.

shadowhunters. lily collins + daisy edgar jones. she / her, 100+, bisexual / biromantic / polyamorous. mostly adapted to the show, very little focus on the books timeline except if it has to to with tid.

JACE HERONDALE.

shadowhunters + crossover based. dominic sherwood. he / him, 25+, bisexual / demiromantic. headcanon based.

MARYSE LIGHTWOOD.

shadowhunters. marisol nichols. she / her, 50+, bisexual / biromantic. fairly canon complaint.

ALLISON ARGENT.

teen wolf. crystal reed. she / her, 30+, bisexual / biromantic. post series based with no ties to the movie.

SCOTT MCCALL.

teen wolf. tyler posey. he / they, 30+, bisexual / demiromantic. post series based with no ties to the movie.

LEXI BRANSON.

various vampire lore + unaffiliated with canon. arielle kebbel + emily van camp. she / her, 500+, bisexual / biromantic. headcanon based.

ELENA GILBERT.

various vampire lore + unaffiliated with canon. hande erçel. she / her, 21+, bisexual / biromantic. headcanon based.

JOHANNA WILLIAMS - LABONAIR.

tvdu + original lore. dakota johnson. she / her, 25+, bisexual / biromantic. original character.

LILIAN LABONAIR.

tvdu + original lore. poppy drayton. she / her, 18+, bisexual / biromantic. original character.

#☾ ❛ ── ooc.

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Just wanting to send something for your birthday celebration if you have space :) can you write something with Will and Cecily? Anything you want, I don't have prompts. Headcanons about them would be nice too, if you don't have time for a drabble 🥹

Anything for you, Tweety, and I am sorry about the delay D:

This little drabble is based on a headcanon, so double-whammy for you! I have this headcanon that for a few weeks after the battle at Cadair Idris, Will and Cecily wore Familias runes to make sure they knew the other was all right. No idea if the way I'm going to portray the Familias rune is accurate or not (I know it's fairly well-covered in TDA but I like to think it has this following purpose, too). (Other fun fact, I wrote this piece AGES ago and your request reminded me of it. Welcome to the Maggie Archives).

A sudden, tugging pain shot through Will’s arm. With a surprised gasp, he ripped the sleeve of his shirt to find his Familias rune swelling. “Cecily,” Will breathed, the deep concern clear in his voice even to himself. He tumbled out of his seat, ignoring the stack of books that collapsed beside him, and rushed out into the hall toward Cecily’s bedroom.

As they frequently did, not only in the last few months but in the years since Ella’s death, countless scenarios of what was happening to Cecily ran through Will’s mind. Was she hurt? Is someone in her room? He was not quite expecting what he would find.

Will threw Cecily’s bedroom door open to find it still dark and empty inside, save for her small, sleeping figure in her bed, tucked underneath her sheets. The Familias rune on his arm still throbbed. “Cecy?” Will whispered, inching closer to her bed. “Are you awake?”

There was no response. As he got closer to his sister, Will heard the unfamiliar yet distinct sound of her whimpers. It had been years since he’d seen Cecily cry—when she had fallen off her horse’s saddle and scraped up her knee when she was six. The presence of tears rolling down her cheeks sent a fresh wave of worry through Will’s body. He kneeled beside her bed and carefully shook her shoulder. “Cecy,” he said a bit louder. “I’m here. It’s Will. You’re all right.”

Cecily’s eyes shot open. He expected her to react violently, to shove him away and threaten to kill him. Instead, her bright blue eyes shone with tears, making her appear like that young girl he remembered who always toddled after him. “Gwilym?”

Will swallowed his surprise. Her voice was soft and hopeful; so unlike the tone she took with him regularly. “Yes, I’m here,” he said.

“Am I awake?”

He squeezed her arm. “Yes, you’re awake. What were you dreaming that’s made you so upset?”

Cecily sat up and inhaled deeply. “Just a nightmare. I’m all right.”

“It was not just a nightmare,” Will replied, his eyebrows furrowed. “You do not cry easily, Cecily, and I felt it.”

Her eyes flickered to her arm, where her own Familias rune was drawn. Her shoulders fell, defeated. “I’m all right, Will. I’ve had this nightmares many times before.”

Will saw himself in his sister then; the way she attempted to hide the fear she had felt only moments before, the resistance to sharing what it was that kept her awake at night. Even the Marks on her skin had been a part of his own nightmares only a year before, and yet she wore them now with pride, as if they had been made especially for her. “How many times?” he asked. Cecily turned to him with a questioning glance. “How many times have you had these nightmares?”

Cecily visibly hesitated. Then, “Often.”

“For how long?”

“Five years.”

Will paused. This is my fault, he thought. Five years ago, Ella died. Five years ago, he left her in Wales without any goodbye or explanation. Five years ago, their father descended into alcohol and gambling. Five years ago, Cecily Herondale went from having two siblings to zero. “About Ella?” Will choked out after a long moment.

“Ella,” Cecily answered quietly, curling her arms around her knees pulled against her chest. “And you. And Mam and Dad.” Cecily sniffed, crying again, to Will’s further surprise. “I know you did everything you did for us,” she continued, “to keep us safe. I don’t blame you now. But for years I did, and I wondered what it was I did that made you want to leave. I did not even learn what really happened to Ella until after Mam and Dad returned from London to bring you home.”

“Without me,” Will whispered.

Cecily nodded. “Mam cried nearly all the time. Dad turned to the drinks. What did I have? Two empty rooms that once belonged to my brother and sister and no one to talk to. I was scared and alone. That’s when the nightmares began.”

Will stood from the ground and lowered himself instead in the open space of Cecily’s bed at her feet. His heart was full of pain and regret, but he reminded himself that everything he has ever done was for the people he loved. That fact would never stop being his truth. “And now? Why are you still having them now?”

“I don’t know,” Cecily said, then sniffed again. “I miss Mam and Dad. Perhaps that is why.”

“I miss them, too,” Will agreed. “But I am glad you are here.”

It was Cecily’s turn to look surprised. “You are?”

Will smiled sadly. “I am. I know I was not when you first arrived, but I had forgotten what it felt like to have my family with me.”

“You said the Institute was your family now.”

“They are,” Will said, and leaned forward to squeeze Cecily’s hand. “But you said it yourself. You are my sister by blood. That is the feeling I had forgotten. I am glad you are here, Cecy, because no one else here knows the memories I have of Wales. No one else here speaks Welsh. No one here knew Ella.”

Fresh tears fell down Cecily’s pale cheeks, illuminated by the dim glow of the witchlights from the hallway. “I miss her, too.”

Will felt a tear fall from his own cheek, dripping onto his exposed forearm. “You look just like her and Mam,” he forced out. “Sometimes, when I’m missing them especially hard, I look at you and feel that familiarity. So, yes, I am glad you are here with me because not only do I have my little sister by my side everyday, but I have my elder sister and my mother as well.”

Cecily smiled. “I do believe that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me.”

Will grinned devilishly. “Don’t get used to it.” She squeezed his hand back.

“Will you stay with me until I fall back asleep?” Cecily asked. “Like Dad used to do.”

Without a word, Will crawled forward next to Cecily, laid back against the pillows, and opened his arms. Cecily bundled up her blankets and curled up, her head tucked into the curve of his shoulder. “I won’t leave you again, Cecy. I promise.”

“Well, I do hope you will leave a bit when I marry Gabriel,” Cecily mumbled.

“Never say those words to me again.”

…

“Will?”

Will blinked, the flickering of a candle in the doorway slowly coming into focus. Once the blur of color turned into a person, Will smiled. Tessa stood in her evening robe, her brown hair braided neatly over her shoulder. “Is Cecily all right?” she whispered.

He glanced down at the sleeping figure of his sister curled into his side, fast asleep. The tears had long since dried on her cheeks, and she breathed evenly with no sign of agitation. He looked back up at Tessa and nodded. Nightmare, he mouthed to her.

Tessa nodded. “Are you going to go to bed soon? You look exhausted.”

Cecily stirred, burrowing further into her blankets, before relaxing again, her mouth hanging slightly open. Will shook his head. “I’ll stay here tonight,” he whispered. “You know, make sure Cecy stays asleep and all.”

Tessa smiled. “All right, then. Goodnight, you two.”

#maggie answers #luciehercndale #cecily herondale #will herondale #tsc fic request #tid era herondale siblings #reading this back i'm quite proud of it #maggie's birthday celebration

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