#gabrily fanfiction

[zoyalannister]

Me, after almost 2 years of opening this blog and using it to advertise my fanfics, the ones I write with my friends and the fanfics she writes alone:

Wait, maybe I shoud add the title of the fanfics in the tags when I make posts about those so they're easier to find

#ao3 #author talks #gracetopher fanfiction #gabrily fanfiction

[luciehercndale]

congrats on your new milestone 🎉🎉 Don't know if you still take requests, but if you do, can I request a free card on Wessa or Jessa or Herongrastairs. you chosse 💖

Thank you very much! 🥹✨😺

And this is for you <3 It isn't set during a specific time. Let's say it's between TID and TLH. It's mainly Wessa, but a lot of the TID characters appear and help solve the plot. I hope you like it! 💖

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To Beard, Or Not To Beard

One day, Will decides to grow a beard.

Will Herondale liked to change style every once in a while. He wasn’t the type of person to follow fashion – it moved too fast for his liking – but somehow, thanks to his tailor Lemuel Sykes, he was able to stay updated with the latest trends. 

“You know, Mr. Herondale, there’s something missing in your style,” the tailor mused one afternoon, admiring how the black velvet made Will’s eyes pop. “Especially with this outfit you’ve requested. And the coat.” The suit wasn’t finished yet, and it was meant for a masquerade ball that would be in a month away at the London Institute.

“I’m curious, please tell!” Will said enthusiastically, always looking for fashion advice. “Perhaps it’s a hat? A scarf? A bowtie? I will have to attend the ball –”

“A beard,” the werewolf replied bluntly. “You should grow a beard, why haven’t you? With those cheekbones and those eyes…” he sighed. “It’s very fashionable among people your age. Plus, you’ve shown me the photograph of the character you’re impersonating at this ball. The fella has a beard.”

Will didn’t seem too sure. “I’ve never grown a beard, it’s a hassle when you eat. I thought I could still do the costume without,” he frowned. “And I wonder if my wife will like it?”

“Then ask her,” Lemuel turned away, checking some brocade fabric on a chair. “But, if you ask me, I’d say yes,” he chuckled, then disappeared into the adjoining room and Will knew he was dismissed. 

He thought about the beard on the way home. Sykes was right. The character he was going to go dressed as at the party had a beard, a medium beard, at that. Would it be the same without the beard? Probably not. He used the disguise the invisibility rune gave him, to stare at the mundanes minding their business in the busy streets of London. He was fascinated with how many different kinds of beards people could wear, and he told himself he could try growing a beard too. After all, what impersonation would be credible without such a signature feature? 

First, though, he wanted to hear other people’s opinions about the topic. “What do you think about beards, Tess?” 

Tessa sat at the vanity in their bedroom brushing her hair, and she stopped for a moment to glance at him from the mirror in front of her to answer him. “Well, it depends on the beard. Which beard are you talking about? Sideburns? Mustache? Van Dyke?”

“A nice one that won’t make one look like a rascal or like a grandfather,” he replied, checking himself in a small mirror he had on the nightstand. “Something not too excessive.”

“Are you thinking of growing one, Will?” she inquired, a hint of a smile on her lips. 

“Would you hate it if I did? The tailor suggested it, and I never thought about it until today,” he revealed. “I thought I could grow it in time for the masquerade party.”

Tessa mulled over it as she walked to the bed, after tending to her long brown hair. “I don’t think I would hate it, but it’s your decision to make,” she sat down next to him. “I think you would be handsome with a beard too, but,” she sighed, and drew in a long breath.

“But what? Perhaps I would look ancient?” he wondered. “Maybe I shouldn’t indulge in this. The costume would be good even without the beard.”

“Quite the opposite,” she studied him, tracing his face with her finger, stopping on his chin. “I think you would look even more desirable than you are now. People would covet you even more.”

“Covet? I think that some would mock me, that’s for sure,” he took hold of her hand and kissed it. “I would only rethink this if you found me obnoxious.”

“Then you’re set? You’re getting a beard?” Tessa questioned with interest. “In case you don’t like it anymore, you can still shave it.”

“I hereby declare,” he stated with a firm voice, “that I’m going to grow facial hair. This is my final decision, Your Honor.”

It didn’t take long for friends and family to acknowledge Will’s new style, even when his facial hair was barely a five o’ clock shadow.

“Have you been on a trip recently, Will?” his sister Cecily asked him a few days after he had made his decision. “Or maybe you are sick?”

“The answer for both is no,” he folded his arms on his chest. They were waiting for the tea and the scones to arrive. “Why do you think that?”

His sister glanced at her husband, who sat beside her, and she bit her lip. “Because of the thing on your face, Will,” Cecily answered, stifling a laugh. “Have you lost your shaving set? I didn’t know you fancied this style.”

“Well, what if I did, Cecy?” he peered at Gabriel, noticing that he was smiling too. “If Gabriel got a beard one day, would you kick him out of the house?”

“I would not, under any circumstances, get a beard,” Gabriel declared firmly. “I don’t want to look older yet, nor does it suit me.”

Will opened his mouth in disbelief. “Then it means you tried once! Too bad I wasn’t there to witness,” he said, and Gabriel rolled his eyes, hinting that he was probably right.

“Too bad we are here to witness it,” he echoed, and Cecily couldn’t stop laughing until they left.

Two weeks later, the stubble had grown so much it looked more like a serious beard. “You can barely see my skin underneath,” Will told himself while looking in a mirror in his office. 

“Will, we’re here,” Charlotte announced herself and Gideon, who needed to visit the Institute for bureaucratic matters. “By the Angel,” she gasped when Will turned, a hand placed on her chest. “I thought it was Maurice Bridgestock for a second.”

“I can’t believe you’ve just compared me to that sick rat, may he rot in hell,” Will sneered, adjusting some documents on the desk. “I see you’ve noticed my beard, or what is truly beginning to resemble one,” he scratched his chin proudly.

“It’s impossible not to notice, Will,” Gideon commented sourly. “Did you make a bet with someone?”

“Why do you all think I made bets or I am unwell,” he shook his head, trying to find a pen. “Even your brother and my sister believed the same thing. I don’t think I am that predictable.”

“You’re right, you’re not predictable,” Charlotte agreed, “but you’re also someone who keeps his promises, when they lose bets with random people in town.”

“Unlike someone,” he stared directly at Gideon, “I always pay my debts.”

“Who did you pester this time?” Gideon wondered instead.

“I did not pester anybody, Mr. I pretend I don’t owe Will a few pounds,” he glared at his friend, who pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “I chose to grow this because I wanted a change and because of my costume for the masquerade party.”

“Are you going to dress up as Frederick Barbarossa? Because if so, I suggest to use red dye –”

“Please, do not give him ideas, Gideon,” Charlotte frowned, her voice laced with worry. As if there was something to be worried about. 

It was just a beard.

Will wondered why everyone wasn’t taking him seriously, but he had expected it. He took a few days to get used to his fresh appearance as well, but after a while, he believed the beard made him look powerful. He thought himself a Roman hero who, stranded in another country, was fighting a war for his Empire and was hoping to survive. A hero from another period, one who couldn’t have possibly shaved because there wasn’t the time. At least, Jem liked it. Or so, he thought. When they met, he stopped in his tracks before he could come closer to Will. He took it as a sign that he was deciding whether or not it suited him.

I see you changed your style, Jem told him. Change is good, but not for good.

“Do you like it?” Will showed him the sides, but Jem didn’t say anything. Cryptic as ever. Perhaps he was just speechless. Either because the beard blinded him, or because it disgusted him.  

He hoped people in the London Enclave would fear him more with this new imposing look and not mock him like his friends did. He was aware that people talked behind his back. Either way, the beard had a purpose, he did not care what anyone thought. Nor did he mind what his son and daughter thought. His mustache was growing, but for his costume, he had to grow it a little more.

“Can I write a character who looks like you? A pirate who is earthsick and who is feared among the seven seas,” Lucie studied him, taking notes. 

“An earthsick pirate? Does that word even exist?” Jame scrunched his nose. “Papa, I think you look weird,” he confessed. “But you also remind me of someone.”

“Write whatever you want, Lucie,” Will conceded. “Who do I remind you of, Jamie? Let’s listen,” he tilted his head on the side, “a hero? A Romantic poet? I will tell you who I’m going to dress up as at the ball, if you guess correctly.”

James couldn’t recall the face, and why he looked so familiar. Only when his father left, he remembered the picture of the man who resembled Will with the beard. He’d seen it in the newspaper a lot recently. It was the photo of the heir apparent to the British throne. 

The day of the masquerade party finally arrived. Will's beard resembled the one of his original inspiration after a month, and he was beyond himself with excitement for the ball because he couldn't wait to show it off. 

“The resemblance is close,” Tessa observed, stroking her husband's beard. “And I like facial hair, it’s so soft to the touch. I may grow attached to it.”

“Then perhaps I should keep it for a while,” he stated. He will think about it after the party. “Let’s go get the rest of my costume before it's too late. The party is going to start soon.”

When Will tried the rest of the costume, the tailor couldn’t help but admire his handiwork. Sykes finished the suit a week prior. It already waited in the closet of Will and Tessa’s bedroom at the London Institute, and he couldn’t wait to wearing it.

“I admit, Lemuel, that your work is astounding,” Will commented, moving from left to right to look at the waist-length velvet coat with a row of gilt buttons on the front and gold embroidery on the cuffs. “It is identical to the one he wore in the newspaper.”

“Thanks, Mr. Herondale, but you know that I’m the best,” Sykes offered a smile as he adjusted the coat on Will. “And you’re one of my best clients, and one of the most handsome,” he winked, but Will only wanted to know Tessa’s opinion.

“How do I look?” he asked, but his wife’s grin and her sweet and lovely eyes were already telling him what she thought.

“You are very handsome, indeed,” she said, and moved in front of him to fix the lapels of the coat, but to also steal a caress on his cheek. “I can’t wait to wear my dress so we can match.”

The tailor sent them away because he was running late, and Will and Tessa hopped on their carriage to go back to the Institute.

“My desire for tonight is that our family and friends will like this party,” Will said later, when they were seated in the comfort of the carriage. “And I hope that they come dressed as famous characters as we requested. Otherwise, what kind of masked party is it?”

“They will, I made sure to specify that in the invitations, don’t worry,” Tessa said. “I wrote that they should be dressed as a person from history.”

“Do you think they’ll get the assignment? Sometimes I think that –” The carriage abruptly came to a halt, and the jolt pushed Will and Tessa against the upholstered seats. They glanced at each other, both startled but otherwise unbothered. “Are you okay?” Will asked his wife, his hands on her shoulders protectively. 

Tessa nodded. “Yes, I’m fine, simply shaken by whatever blocked our path,” she told him, her heart beating loudly in her chest out of stupor. “Should you check?”

“We’re not moving yet,” he observed, his head tilted toward the window in hopes to hear sounds of whatever ruckus had stopped the carriage. “Maybe it’s just a mouse, Balios is scared of them,” Will mused, “but I should check the horse nonetheless, in case it sprained its leg.”

“It’s better if you do,” she agreed, although she wasn’t sure why she felt a wave of uneasiness crawl down on her spine. A sensation she couldn’t put off after the carriage had halted. “Just,” she cautioned, resting her hand on his shoulder, “be careful. It could be a demon. Evening fell, after all.”

Will’s expression softened. “I will come back before you know it, fy nghariad,” he kissed her lips briefly. “I won’t let any mouse nor demon stop me from attending this party,” he offered her a smile. “Stay here,” he told her at last, before he came out of the vehicle to see if everything was really fine. 

Tessa waited sixty seconds. If everything was fine, Will would come back inside before time was up, she told herself. He wasn’t the type of person who would want the people he loved to worry, and he had been excited for days on end for this party. She knew he wouldn’t want to lose time to get ready and for the celebration to start. 

She counted silently in her head, but she came out of the carriage before she got to thirty. She should’ve come out of the carriage when he did, she chided herself. If her husband protested, she would say she wanted to make sure everything was okay. She didn’t need any excuses for wanting to check on her husband, when all she heard after he exited the carriage was silence. I didn't hear your voice and came to check, that would be her excuse. 

She thought there was an explanation for silence, the carriage was, after all, driven by Balios alone. When she came outside, though, that feeling of agitation crept in her stomach again. The street was peaceful and lonely, a sign that most of the shops had already closed for business for the day. 

She would take even the smallest sound as a sign that Will was where he told her he would be, but when she got to the horse, she found it waiting by itself. He grunted when it saw Tessa.  “Balios, where is Will?” She asked the horse, knowing that it would understand. It bobbed its head as if bothered by something, which made Tessa notice there was a handkerchief on the muddy cobblestones. It was Will’s, she would recognize it anywhere. It had his initials sewn on the bottom left in dark blue. She wondered where its owner was. 

Tessa looked around, her heart beat louder than after the shock of a few minutes ago. Her heart protested that Will wasn’t there, there was no one there but her and the horse. She didn't know what to do, and she didn’t want to lose control. She couldn’t lose control. They had been married for years, it wasn’t the first time they found themselves in such circumstances. It wasn’t the first time they lost sight of each other, and then found each other again. 

The first thing, the easiest thing she could do immediately, was screaming his name to the empty street around her. No one answered, but at least she had tried. But she had to try harder, otherwise – she didn’t want to think about it. She would find him, and they would go to the masquerade party together, just like they had planned. She tried not to panic. She needed help.

She knew that the masquerade party would start any moment, and that even without them, Lucie and James would greet their friends and family in their stead. She shook her head and scoffed. It wasn’t the time to think about the party, but the party was probably the only place she should go asking for help. Thus, she got on the front of the carriage with a new resolve and ordered Balios to take her to the London Institute, hoping to get a helping hand or two.

As she suspected, a few carriages were already parked outside of the Institute when she arrived, and a few more were on their way behind her. She spotted her best friend Sophie coming out of one that had just stopped near the steps with her husband, both of them wearing a mask, and she ran to her frantically. 

“Tessa,” Sophie acknowledged when she looked up after descending her family carriage. “What happened? You are in distress,” her brows knotted with worry.

“I’m coming from Kensington,” she started, “we were ambushed.”

“What? Who ambushed you? Was it a demon?” 

Tessa tried to keep calm, but it was impossible. “I don’t know,” she said desperately, as Sophie held her hands, “we were coming from the tailor when the carriage halted. Will came out to check if the horse was hurt, and then I didn’t find him outside anymore.”

“Wait, what? Did they take Will?” Gideon asked. In the meantime, Gabriel and Cecily also arrived and joined their little group. They also wore masks and fancy dresses. “Who could have done this?”

“He has a lot of haters,” Gabriel said, trying to be funny, but Cecily elbowed him in the stomach and tried to comfort Tessa. “I mean, it’s true.”

“I don’t think it was someone we know,” Tessa replied sullenly, trying to gather her thoughts. “I didn’t hear any sound, and it couldn’t have been a demon. It wouldn’t have vanished just like that.”

“What’s this?” Sophie asked, seeing that Tessa had something in her hand.

Tessa showed them the customized handkerchief she found on the scene. “We can try using a tracking rune, can't we?” she wondered. “That’s why I came here and I didn’t go after him by myself.” I can’t do anything with my powers, she wanted to add, but she didn’t want to sound more desperate than she already was. 

“It’s better that you came to us,” Cecily said. “If someone took him, they could’ve taken you too.”

“Cecily is right, it’s better that you alerted us,” Gideon nodded. “This way, we have better chances to safeguard ourselves when we find him, and to get him out of wherever he is. We don’t know who kidnapped him.”

“Do you think they kidnapped him, then?” Gabriel wondered. 

“There’s only one way to find out,” Tessa affirmed firmly, offering the white cloth to whoever was willing to draw the rune that could help them find him.

It was Cecily who took the kerchief. “I’m coming with you, that’s for sure,” she glared at Gabriel, who didn’t seem too bothered. 

“We’re all coming with you,” Sophie added, squeezing Tessa’s hand. 

Cecily finished the true north rune by then, and it started pulsing. She felt an electric current running through her, then she started to move towards the gate, letting the rune lead her where to go. The five of them followed her, and they went back to Kensington, from where Tessa came. She realized they were approaching the exact place when the carriage had halted, and was about to tell her friends, when Cecily stopped as well. 

“It led here” she informed the group, glancing at the tall building in front of them. It was a bakery, and Tessa remembered it was already closed for business when she and Will passed.

“How can it be,” Tessa sighed, “this is where they ambushed us. How can he be here?”

“They could have taken him inside of this shop. It would be the perfect decoy,” Sophie commented. 

“Maybe the shop has a basement,” Gabriel added, looking closely. “A lot of these shops have them. They have kitchens where they prepare bread and other pastries, so they don’t need to get the product from a seller.”

“How do you know that, Gabriel?” Cecily seemed impressed. “I think we should open the door and get inside, just, you know, to check. It won’t hurt.”

“We can use an open rune,” Gideon agreed. “This way, the owner won’t know that we entered his shop. Even if he discovered us, we shouldn’t care,” he shrugged. “The tracking rune took us here, which means that he should be inside of this building.”

Sophie, who was closer to the door, drew the open rune. Before entering, everyone but Tessa drew a silent rune to avoid being heard. It would be useful to be noiseless, but everyone did what they could, and she was doing her best. They found the door that led to the basement behind the counter, and one after another, they descended the stairs. She hoped that Will was there, otherwise, she would have to find him in other ways.

When Will came to, his head was pounding. He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting fast to the darkness of the room, the only source of light coming from a row of windows at the top of the wall he was facing. 

He faintly remembered what occurred before he woke up in that place. 

He remembered that today was the day of the masquerade party they organized at the Institute. He also recalled that his tailor Lemuel Sykes had made him the perfect costume, and that he and Tessa, his beautiful wife, went to get it before the party would start. Then, he remembered the jolt. The carriage halted in the middle of the road, he got out to check what was wrong, but someone came from behind. Lastly, he remembered the acrid smell of a substance, and darkness following. 

Tessa. Where was she? Was she with him?

He scanned the room in search of his wife. He thought whoever took him prisoner might’ve taken her too, but he was alone. He was relieved, at last, but what if they took her somewhere else? He tried to free his hands, but they were tied behind him. Unluckily for the wretches who were holding him hostage, he knew how to free himself from ropes. 

“I wonder how much he’ll take to wake up,” he heard someone say behind his back, footsteps approaching. 

He started untying himself nonetheless, trying to be as silent as he could. He saw the faint shadow of a person on the wall. They brought a gas lamp or perhaps a candle in the room, and he realized they were indeed in a basement. A kitchen basement, to be precise. There is a bakery store in Kensington, he thought, maybe I am closer to home than I think. 

“The effect of the chloroform lasts for half an hour only,” another one replied. “I think.”

“What you goin’ to do when he wakes up, duh? Just threaten the royal family that we got this lad, and they, ugh, give us money?”

“I thought we talked about this,” a female voice said, “yes, we are going to threaten the royal family. We are going to send a letter saying we have his royal highness the Prince of Wales George, and that if they want him back, they need to give us 5,000 pounds.”

“They really gonna give us that, Emy? They would want to see he is the right fella,” the guy huffed. “We sure this lad is this George heir?”

“Of course we are,” the lady, Emy, answered with confidence. “Didn’t you see him trying on that royal costume at the tailor shop? I’m positive it’s him.”

Someone snorted, and he heard footsteps. “I don’t know, I believed his hair was lighter, judging from the photos in the newspapers, y’know.”

“You know nothing, Danny,” Emy spat. Will thought she was the boss here. Interesting. “Let’s see if he wakes up, shan’t we? It’s going to be a long night.”

Will knew they were coming to see him now, and he wasn’t afraid. He was a shadowhunter, and these three – he imagined it was three of them, judging from their voices – were mundanes. Unless they used deathly weapons on him, he was sure he could best them and come out of that basement unscathed. Or so he hoped. He had been hoping too much lately, but it didn’t hurt to hope more. Hope was free, and so he would be, in a few minutes’ time.

He had already untied his hands while they were talking, but he didn’t remove the ropes just yet. When he heard them approaching, he closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious. 

“Still sleeping, I’ma afraid,” one of the men said, kicking one of Will’s feet. “Should we wake him?”

“Suit yourself,” Emy said. Her voice seemed further than her sidekick. “But be quick. I’m starving. Let him confirm that he is who he is.”

“Should I call him your majesty?”

“No, call him jolterhead,” she suggested. “He’s not a majesty yet, you idiot.”

The man cleared his throat. “Yo’, jolterhead! Wake up!”

“Danny!” Emy chided, stomping her feet on the wooden floor. “I didn’t mean it literally, you stupid!”

Will decided that was the time to act. He opened his eyes at once and freed himself of the ropes around his hands, but he did not discard them – they could be useful as he found out that they took all his weapons. Emy and the sidekick were still arguing when they realized he freed himself and got up from the chair. 

“Danny, get him!” but Danny was not very fast, and when Will kicked him between his legs, he crumpled to the floor crying, and then ran away from the room altogether when he realized things could get messy. “Useless piece of trash,” Emy said, irritated. “I didn’t know princes of Wales could fight,” she looked left and right for the other sidekick, but he was nowhere in sight.

Will grinned devilishly, the rope tight in his hands. “I didn’t know people could be so daft, either,” he commented. “Mistaking random people from Wales to be princes,” he snorted. 

“And you’re a good actor, too,” she clapped her hands. “It’s useless to lie, you highness.”

“It’s useless to kidnap innocent people who know how to fight, too,” he echoed. Emy unsheathed a knife from her coat, and she aimed at him, but Will dodged her easily, using the rope as a means to shield himself. “And you also stole my knives, thief!” Will said, trying to get it back, but the woman wasn’t bad at protecting herself. 

“I steal whatever I want,” she tried to elbow him, but Will anticipated her moves, swift as an arrow. They kept this dance for a while, until Emy’s knife cut the rope in two, rendering it useless. Will frowned, fuming. He glanced around for a makeshift weapon, but the closest object available on the kitchen counter that he could have gotten was still too far from him. Emy took advantage of Will’s distraction and grabbed his beard, pinning him to the wall, the knife she was holding dangerously close to his throat. “What, now? Cat got your tongue, prince?”

Will grunted. He felt the blade of the knife she stole from him graze his skin. It was a runed knife, but still, it was a knife all the same, and if he wasn’t careful –

Everything happened fast. “Bloody hell!” Emy cried in pain. Will barely registered a knife hitting his captor’s hand. She let go of his beard because of the shock, and the knife she was holding clattered on the wooden floor. He took the chance to stomp on her hand with his foot, he didn’t care she was a mundane. She was still a mundane who tried to murder him. Emy helped, but at least she was sedated. She cried in pain, holding her bruised hand in her other hand.

Will gazed up, trying to see whether the person who threw the knife was a friend or a foe, and he beamed when he realized who was at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Tessa!” he called, but it was short lived.

“Will, behind you!” she shouted, and he turned just in time to dodge a blow by the third sidekick, elbowing him in the stomach. The man fell on the floor unceremoniously. 

“What a pest!” he exclaimed loudly, hearing Emy cry in the background. “Serves you well, thief. I should call the police, should you kidnap the real prince George. But unfortunately, I have a party to attend.”

Everyone but the kidnappers either rolled their eyes or chuckled. 

They got back to the Institute using the Lightwood’s carriage, which was too small for six, but they had to make do. His sister Cecily, along with Gabriel, sat in the driver’s seat, while Sophie and Gideon sat with Will and Tessa inside the carriage. 

Will explained what happened after he woke up, after he had fainted because of the chloroform. They tried to be ironic and say that it was the beard who got him into trouble, but Will brushed it off as being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. And having the wrong costume. His friends didn’t seem so sure but it didn’t matter. Then Tessa explained to him how she found his handkerchief and how their friends helped her track him.

“I let it fall when I realized someone was behind me,” Will said. “I knew it would be useful. And it was,” he glanced at Tessa first, then at his friends. “Thank you all for helping Tessa.”

They returned to the Institute, and the party was still in full swing, and it would be for a couple of hours still. The Lightwoods took leave once they got inside, claiming they needed a drink in order to refresh. Will couldn’t blame them. They had, after all, helped Tessa with the True North rune, and it was thanks to that, that they had found him. They deserved anything they wanted, and more.

“Don’t you want to go upstairs and rest, my darling? You’ve had quite the day,” Tessa said, lingering outside of the doors of the ballroom, where everything was quieter. “You must be tired.”

“Shouldn’t we also call Jem to check on my health?” he wondered sarcastically, but Tessa frowned disapprovingly. “I’m sorry, Tess. I didn’t mean to brush off your suggestion, but I think I should stay. I really wanted this party, and the only way for me to distract myself from my misadventure is living the party.”

Tessa wasn’t convinced, and he suspected that was the reason why she kept in the alcove close to the ballroom but making no move to walk over there. “What if they drugged you? Maybe we should call Jem, you know,” she bit her lip nervously, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

“Tess. Tess. Tessa,” he smoothed her cheek with his forefinger. “My love, don’t cry,” he grabbed her, and she held the back of his vest in her fist as she sobbed quietly. 

He let her vent until she had enough, his hand caressed her back to calm her down. “I hate this beard,” she muttered.

Will chuckled softly, holding his wife’s body closer to his. “You know what, I dislike it too.”

“Then why did you grow it?” Tessa asked, gazing up into his blue eyes.

He mused about it for a moment. “First, because Sykes’ suggestion wasn’t bad. I never tried growing one, and I was curious how I would look,” he shrugged. “Second, it was because of this damned prince of Wales costume,” he rolled his eyes. “One thing is for certain, though. I’m never attempting to grow a beard ever again.”

“I concur,” Tessa managed a smile. “Even though, I must admit, I will miss it a little. I liked trailing my hand through it when we kissed,” she beamed.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you can still trail your hand through my hair while we kiss, or when you want. I still have plenty,” he made a crooked smile, and he knew she liked the proposition. 

“It is a good consolation prize, indeed,” she nodded. “Thank you very much for the proposition, your royal highness, prince of Wales.”

He shook his head. “Only until the party is over,” he declared gravely. “Then I want it gone. Erased from my face. Can you do it for me, when we retire in our rooms, Tessa? I want to go back to being the old Will Herondale, please.”

“I will do anything you want, Will,” she touched his cheek lightly. “But first, let’s get something to drink and to eat.”

“Whatever you want, my darling. Whatever you want.”

Ending Notes: jolterhead is an authentic insult from the Victorian and Edwardian era, it means "a stupid fellow".

#tweety's celebration #tsc #tsc fanfiction #tlh #will herondale #tessa gray #wessa #gabriel lightwood #cecily herondale #gideon lightwood #sophie lightwood #gabrily #sophideon #the infernal devices #clockwork princess #clockwork prince #clockwork angel #tweety.writes

[diana-bookfairchild]

@fluffbruary Day 22

How was your year, Tessa? Jem asked in the way of the Silent Brothers, in her head.

Their meetings on the bridge were so brief, barely cooling the aching grief of her mind and heart, and she yearned to draw him to her and never let go, to say my Jem and hear him say Wo ai ni.

She shook the urge off. Thus was the curse of immortality, and she had gotten better at bearing it over the years.

“It was good,” she said. “I worked as a nurse again, which was exhausting. I have all the respect in the world for Catarina. I think I’ll be going to university again this year.”

Which course would you want to study?

“Linguistics,” she said, spinning the bracelet Will had given her for their wedding anniversary around her wrist. “It has a few entertaining jobs lined up afterwards, which spares me from going into the Labyrinth for a while.”

She loved her fellow warlocks, and she loved working and researching in the Spiral Labyrinth – but after the incident seven years ago it was still hard to think about going back there. She had no doubt she would, though: to her it was what hospitals were to Catarina, what luxury was to Magnus, what the Shadow Market was to Hypatia, what Idris was to Ragnor, what his family was to Raphael. A constant, something you find yourself drawn to in the long years of loneliness.

“How was your year?” She asked him, even knowing his response, because thinking about how her life was going sometimes made her incredibly sad.

It was well, he answered, entirely uninformative as usual. He always encouraged her to talk about herself and her life, and always refused to say much about his own.

Tessa spent all year yearning for this period, for the time she got to interact with the love of her life, and then when it came to it, when she was finally looking at him, she wanted to close her eyes and be done with it. She hated what life had done to the two of them, she hated how much they had lost: Will. James. Lucie. Cordelia. Jesse. Matthew. Christopher. Thomas. Alistair. Anna. Cecily. Sophie. Gideon. Charlotte. Gabriel. Henry.

She hated that looking at Jem and talking to him brought up so many sad memories of her past, all the people she loved and her memories of them tinged with grief and sorrow.

Silences were unfilled, but never awkward between them. As many conflicted emotions Tessa held for this, there was always a peace to be had with Jem, even with his eyes peacefully closed, in the  parchment robes of Silent Brothers.

Suddenly there was a loud commotion from the other side of the bridge. A few teenagers were creating a cacophony of noise, yelling at one another. One made gestures which were getting more and more agitated and exuberant by the second. Another stomped their feet and pointed between two of them, screeching about the sheer betrayal they left. It looked like those two were about to come to blows before the third pushed their way between them, hands on hips, and began to scold them, and then they stood there sulkily, occasionally glaring at one another.

Tessa threw her head back and laughed in a way she hadn’t in a while.

Jem was looking at her softly, and her breath caught. He almost looked the way he had, mortal, so many years ago.

It has been a while since I have heard laughter, he confessed.

Tessa found that indescribably sad. No matter how much she went through in life, she had never been devoid of laughter, in herself, in the people she loved, or simply on the streets she passed.

Why did you laugh like that? Jem continued.

“I just remembered something,” Tessa said, and for once, it brought the hot rush of joy rather than melancholy. “It was so silly. It was so long ago. We were such children.”

What was it?

“Cecily and Gabriel,” Tessa chuckled. “And the day Will found them. Also, coincidentally, the day they got engaged.”

I assume it was not quite that coincidental, Jem commented dryly, though she was fairly certain she and Will had told him that story when it had happened, Will nearly incoherent in his apoplectic, appalled rantings.

“No, it wasn’t,” she agreed, and she slipped back to the memories.

Gabriel and Will had been on an overnight mission, and Tessa and Cecily had stayed up until dawn for them, Cecy practically vibrating with impatience that she hadn’t been able to go. They’d watched the sky turned lighter as Bridget sang about murder in the background.

At that point, Cecily had completely lost her temper and gone to demand mission details from Gideon, who had never been good at denying his brother’s girlfriend, and caved instantly.

“Are you coming, Tessa?” She’d asked grimly, adding several daggers – her chosen weapon – to her holsters.

“Of course,” Tessa had replied. “I’m not leaving my sister to go out and get my husband alone.” That had gotten her a smile.

They’d gotten the carriage out, Cyril expressing several worries over them going out alone, and followed the trail left by their partners to a slime covered street.

“Cecaelia demons,” Cecily had said, her eyes blazing with that battle high Tessa saw so much but could never understand. “No wonder they’re late.” The both of them drew their blades and then charged in.

“Cecily!” Will had cried in fury. “What are you doing here?”

“You were late. I’m not sure what else I could’ve come for, Gwilym,” she’d replied, throwing a demon bodily off a stunned Gabriel. “Feel free to give me ideas, though.”

The four of them had made quick work of the demons, Will and Cecily trading barbs, and Will regularly trying to keep Tessa out of the way, which was rather useless.

“Why are you here, Tess?” Will had asked at the end, tiredly but tenderly, taking her hand.

Tessa had cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Cecily put it quite well. You were late. I hope you didn’t expect me to sit around and wait.”

Will had laughed. “Of course not, my Boadicea,” he’d kissed her hand. “What did you think of my performance?”

“You were rather dashing in the battle,” Tessa had allowed loftily. “But you wouldn’t have succeeded without me.”

“I would be incapable in every way without you,” Will had agreed mock solemnly.

“I don’t know,” she’d replied amusedly, “Cecy seems to keep you in line.”

At that, his face turned thunderous. “Cecily!” He barked. Cecily was nearly eighteen then, the same age they had been when they had met, but Will would forever remain overprotective – smothering, Cecily complained – over her. “By the Angel, I nearly forgot. Where is she?”

They’d found her in Gabriel’s arms, the two of them kissing like the world was ending. Tessa had smiled – you could say many things about Gabriel, but never that he didn’t adore Cecily. And she certainly remembered her own ‘we’ve survived, yay! Also you look hot fighting’ sex.

Will … did not see it that way. He had gone absolutely ballistic. He’d torn Gabriel away and thrown him to the ground.

Tessa had tried to calm him down, but to no avail.

Cecily and Will had gotten into a screaming match. Will raged and said she should have better decorum. Cecily swore at him in Welsh and called him a bloody hypocrite. Gabriel and Tessa exchanged a half-amused half-hapless look.

“How many times have I walked in on you and Tessa?” Cecily demanded.

“Tessa and I are married,” Will had snapped back. “That doesn’t matter.”

“Really, Will, you know we didn’t wait for marriage,” Tessa said exasperatedly. Gabriel winced at that. Will shrugged, knowing it was true and not wanting to argue with her, but his face was set.

“So, what you mean is if Gabriel and I were married, you would have been fine walking in on what you did?” Cecily had said, eyes gleaming with the Herondale promise of mischief and Tessa felt dread rise up in her. Gabriel made a choked noise.

Will laughed, clearly not considering that a serious question. “Sure, why not.”

“Very well then,” Cecily had tossed her hair back arrogantly and gone and knelt in front of Gabriel. Both Gabriel and Will’s jaws had dropped. Tessa had been unable to prevent an excited half-cheer half-laugh. “Gabriel Lightwood,” she continued, and the challenge in her eyes faded to something softer, something that made Tessa feel like a voyeur. “. I have never loved anyone before you, and I sincerely doubt I will after. Ever since I met you, you have kept pace with me, supported me, and challenged me, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you continuing to do those things. Will you do me the honour of being my husband?”

“Cecy. . .” Gabriel had sounded absolutely flabbergasted. And so, so in love.

Cecily had smiled at him, a moment so solemn and sweet not even Will had interrupted. “Do you have an answer for me?”

Gabriel had dropped to his knees as well. “For you,” he’d said. “The answer will always, always be yes.” They’d kissed, chastely but still somehow fiercely before parting, Gabriel having a hand on his fiancee’s cheek. “I am happy to spend the rest of my life with you,” he had continued softly. “And I am honoured you chose me.”

Cecily had grinned in a private, tender amusement. “I’m certain you would have been insulted if I had picked anyone else.”

Gabriel had snorted, taking her hand, slipping his family ring off his finger and onto hers, and pressing a light kiss to the back of it. “Rest assured; I absolutely would have been.”

“Congratulations!” Tessa had beamed, seeing that the moment had been teetering towards an end. Both of the lovebirds had startled slightly, before turning matching smiles to her. She moved rapidly to hug Cecily, and turned to Gabriel with his fiancée still in her arms. “Welcome to the family, Gabriel.”

Gabriel had smiled, obviously touched. “Thank you, Tessa.”

“The family?” Will had called, sounding revolted. But his expression hadn’t matched his tone, he’d been looking between the newly engaged couple, a furrow in his eyebrows. “Cecily, cariad, you’re seventeen.”

“Tessa was seventeen when she was engaged to Jem, and no one objected to that,” she’d pointed out in return, ignoring the slight noise Gabriel, who had never understood how they still considered Jem family, made. Cecily had, though. Cecily still called Brother Zachariah Jem, even though Tessa knew he slightly unnerved her. “We shall perhaps have a long engagement, but that does not matter right now.”

Will had sighed ruefully, considering this, hands in his pockets. Tessa had made her way back to him, and he’d almost unthinkingly come to her side. “I suppose there’s little left to be said then,” he’d commented. “Keep good on those promises you made, Gabriel, and we’ll be okay.”

Gabriel’s eyes had been wide at the approval. Cecily looked happy and irritated at the same time, saying “You have no right to comment on my relationships, Will!” while he’d stared at Will, the two men nodding sharply simultaneously moments after.

“Welcome to the family, I suppose, Lightworm,” Will had continued resignedly. “I probably won’t call you that anymore or prank you. Much.”

And with Will and Cecily still arguing, with Gabriel still looking delightedly dazed, they had made their way back to the Institute.

That is quite the story, Jem said, and he sounded wistful in her head. Tessa wasn’t sure if it was her own bias or if he actually did sound that. And it was very Cecily of her to propose.

“It’s fairly common now,” Tessa agreed. “But back then it was nearly unheard of. Cecy did love breaking stereotypes,” she said softly, and for once, the memory of someone she loved brought her joy rather than pain.

Tessa was immortal. Nearly everyone she loved was dead, and those still alive could die someday. She would outlive Jem, and it wasn’t a guarantee that she wouldn’t outlive her immortal friends.

But that wasn’t the point, she realized with a startling clarity. The point was to make memories like that which would make her smile years in the future. The point was that you lived, and did everything you could to live well. The point was the choices you made and the people you loved. The point was having those people, even for a short while. She thought of Gideon and Sophie, and of Gabriel and Cecily, who had lost their Barbara and Christopher so early into their lives and had still not regretted a second of it.

Tessa swallowed the lump in her throat, and looked at Jem: no longer a melancholy piece of the past, but the hope and happiness of her life there that she carried into the future.

“I think I’m going back to the Spiral Labyrinth,” she decided on a whim. “I’ve missed it a lot.” And she had, she realized.

You will? Jem asked, sounding surprised.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “What about you? Any New Year’s resolutions?”

I’m not sure, he admitted.

“That’s alright,” Tessa said, smiling. “We’ve got time.”

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #the infernal devices #the shadowhunter chronicles #jessa #wessa #gabrily #tessa gray #jem carstairs #cecily herondale #cecily lightwood #gabriel lightwood #will herondale #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

[caterpillarinacave]

Angsty Gabrily snippet from a fic of mine.

This is still in rough draft format, and is the second chapter of a multi factor fic, so some context is missing. Also, I don't speak Spanish, so forgive my attempts at it.

“Cecily?” 

  Gabriel brought one hand up to cradle her cheek, using the other to brush away a strand of raven black hair. 

“My dearest love, what’s wrong?”

Cecily was silent for a long moment, keeping her eyes fixed on the window. 

 “That boy was excellent news. Amazing even. Three children, all at once. A miracle.” She never took her eyes off the window panes. 

  “Yes.” Gabriel took his wife in his arms, his voice very soft. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

   Cecily's lower lip quivered, her deep blue eyes, nearly the same color as the pacific ocean. “Alexander loves him. Peter that is.”

     It was true. Alexander Lightwood adored his newest cousin. He asked, nearly every day at meal times, with his very best manners, if he could please, please, go see Peter? Or “Pete” as he had affectionately dubbed him, not even a day after they met. 

  Peter was now two, Alexander nearly five, and they got along remarkably well. Peter, even with his tiny little hands, had a newfound adoration for the piano and would crawl onto the piano bench and plink out a cacophony of sound, occasionally squealing in delight when he found he found a particularly pleasing note. 

 Alexander thought that was just wonderful, and, several months ago, had joined Peter on the bench, proudly showing off his version of “Mary Had A Little Lamb” . Peter was absoloutley delighted to hear hear Alexander play; clapping his hands together, then throwing his arms around Alexander's small shoulders.

  They spent the rest of the evening in that music room, Alexander doing his best to show Peter how he had played the song. By the end of that night Peter, much to everyone's surprise, had successfully imitated the melody, and was playing it on the low end of the piano, while Alexander, equally as happy, played it on the high end.

    “I’m glad” Cecily began again, squeezing her eyes shut. “They love each other so much.“

  Earlier in the day, on the way back from the institute, Alexander had looked at her, his blue eyes very wide, very earnest, and nearly violet in the moonlight and told her that he and Peter would be more than best friends. They would be brothers. 

  “Like your Uncle Will and Jem?” His father inquired.

“Sure!” 

Alexander replied so brightly, already moving along with his life, happily oblivious to the way his words hung in the air. 

   It was such a sweet thing to say, and Alex did mean it, as much as a child could mean anything. But those first few words were caught, echoing in Cecily's mind, even as she smiled at her youngest son (her only son, the voice in the back of her head chided); and told him how glad she was that he had such a good friend. 

   “I would wager” Cecily met her husbands gaze for the first time, tears slipping over her pale cheeks “Alex would have loved his older brother” 

“Oh, Cece.”

#ok this is the rough draft #i command you all to be nice about it #tid #tlh #cot #gabrily #christopher lightwood #it only gets more angsty #actually it gets a lot more angsty #cecily herondale #cecily lightwood #gabriel lightwood #will herondale #the last hours #tsc #tsc fanfiction #mine #my writing #chain of thorns #cot spoilers #sort of

[fimproda]

Yes I read Zoya's one it was awesome, I sent an ask too. I hope you write the scene as I loved how you wrote the smut for the acotar ones and I'm curious on how you see their dynamic, do you see them as gentle and caring or more adventorous and rough? only bedroom or more locations like Nessian?

Also I read you were thinking on expanding the gwynriel one, I like that possibility, it was very sweet. Also I liked the part where you touched Gwyn's trauma in Constellations

I said it once and I'll say it again: Gabrily were easily the horniest couple in TID, and it only makes sense that they'll keep on being horny for the duration of their lives; so, I see them voicing their desire and acting on it in a variety of moods and locations.

Strictly speaking about this future smutty OS, I still don't know how I'll write it, as most of my Rated-R scenes come to me in the heat of the moment, and only a handful of them are pre-ordained (like the Nessian scene in Constellations, chapter 5, where I kind of needed them to be in the bathtub).

Moving on: speaking of Constellations, I'm truly happy (and pretty proud of myself, I have to admit) that you liked the way I tried to come to terms with Gwyn's trauma in chapter 4. If I've understood correctly, there's an ongoing discussion in the fandom about this very thing, since apparently some people don't approve of fanarts and/or pieces of fanfiction where Gwyn is depicted while enjoying sex. It's just... I can't even get started on this topic, or I'll become unhinged in a matter of seconds.

If I had been a lesser person, I would have responded to each and every one of them with a link to the aforementioned chapter, or even just borrowed Moana's words: "I spent years sitting on my ass, studying tome after tome after tome, practicing for countless hours, and then finally getting my degree... only to be told that I am worthless and females don’t deserve to have sex without pain."

(Of course, here Moana is talking about another aspect of the problem, but you know what I mean.)

Alas, I don't like to advertise my works when unprompted, so I just scoffed at them and scrolled on. Some people don't deserve to be engaged in conversation, as they usually don't have the necessary skills to conduct one.

Back to Gwynriel: yes, I can now confidently tell you that there will be a Gwynriel long after Constellations is completed. To be honest, I'm thinking about turning it into a Gwynriel/Elucien (working title In the shadow of the sun, for obvious reasons), or writing an Empire of Storms/Tower of Dawn type of complimentary (?) story. What's certain is that Constellations is going to have an epilogue in addition to its nine chapters, and this epilogue will sow the seeds for the upcoming narrative.

Hit me up if you want some snippets and/or if you'd like to try and predict what's going to happen!

#ao3 writer #read on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #writers on tumblr #my writing #writeblr #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #gwyn x azriel #pro gwynriel #nessian #nessian fanfiction #gabrily #the infernal devices #the last hours

[grace-lightwoodd]

Hiii could it be 15: “do you trust me? For gabrily plase?

Shared Delusion

Warnings/notes: chot spoilers!!

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It seemed like just yesterday, Cecily was comforting Sophie and mourning the loss of her niece. Back then, she hadn’t been able to imagine the grief that her friend had felt for her daughter. She never could have imagined the pain she’d feel upon losing a child of her own. She never would have thought she’d have to mourn her own son just months later.

Her son. Her beautiful, brilliant son, who loved lemon tarts and dreamed of combining science and magic. Who had wanting nothing more than to make the world a better place. Her son was gone, and she wouldn’t get him back.

When she heard the news, the world slowed, then stopped. The floor swayed beneath her. Her knees buckled, but Gabriel stabilized her, holding her in his arms tightly as they sunk to the floor together, sobbing.

They had just lost their son.

Cecily wanted to scream, to shout at the skies, to demand Raziel to give her son back to her, to return him to where he belonged. But she knew the Angel wasn’t listening. He was blind to human grief.

It didn’t make the pain go away. Nothing could. It was all-consuming, settling deep into her bones and surrounding her heart like shadow.

But even now, when Cecily’s grief threatened to tear her apart, she was certain of only one thing: Gabriel’s arms around her, keeping her grounded in the storm.

“It’s going to be alright,” he whispered into her hair, his voice hoarse.

“How do you know?” She asked, not even bothering to control the way her voice cracked.

“Do you trust me?”

Startled by the question, she looked up, locking eyes with her husband. Her husband, who looked so much like the son he had just lost. Her vision of him was blurred by her tears, but even through her haze, she could see the determination in his watery eyes.

“You know that I do,” she said.

“Then trust that everything will be alright. Maybe not now, but someday,

“How can anything ever be alright again? Christopher—“ she cut herself off, a new round of sobs shaking her body like thunder.

Gabriel’s arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him tightly.

“Everything will be fine, Cecily,” he whispered again, his hand cradling the back of her head.

She knew he didn’t believe his own words, but she nodded against his shoulder, finding a sliver of comfort in their shared delusion.

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She knew he didn’t believe his own words, but she nodded against his shoulder, finding a sliver of comfort in their shared delusion.

#chot spoilers #chain of thorns #chain of thorns spoilers #the last hours #christopher lightwood #Cecily herondale #gabriel lightwood #gabrily #bella’s fics

[hahahax30]

Can you post it in ao3 once you have it pls?

Yep! I'll be posting it both on Tumblr and on AO3. In case you don't know, this is my AO3 account. I write mainly original stuff because I fancy myself a ✨ writer✨ but I do have a tlf fanfiction crammed in between the kinship chronicles stuff (tkc is my original work lol). I may update it soon, since I have part of the next chapter written but idk --the gabrily fanfiction will be written posthaste though. Promise!

Wait, do you know me from ao3? Because then all of the above would've been stupid nsownwownwoq

#anon! #asks! #chain of thorns spoiler #chain of thorns spoilers #chot spoiler #chot spoilers

[imherongraystairstrash]

Gabrily Wedding

A/N: I’m sorry if there are a lot of terrible mistakes; my teachers thought it was fun to assign a bunch of work these past weeks, so I wasn’t able to edit it well. Hope you enjoy!!

“I just think,” Will was saying, “Cecily is too young to know exactly what she wants in a husband.”

Gabriel glared at him.

“I told her she must wait, but you know Cecily, too stubborn for her own good.”

“Must be genetic.” Gabriel muttered.

“By the Angel, Lightworm. We’re going to be brothers.” Will shuttered.

“Please, do not remind me.” Gabriel said.

“With all of this bickering, you would think the two of you were getting married.” Sophie said, as she came into the room with little Barbara in her arms.

“As if I would lower my expectations and marry Lightworm.”

Gideon stood up and let Sophie slowly place Barbara in his arms. Gideon grinned down at his daughter and bounced her lightly, to get her to stop fussing. Sophie shook her head as Barbara immediately quieted in her father’s arms.

“I carry her for nine months, and this is how she repays me?”

“Tough love, Soph.” Will said.

“Tell me about it.” Sophie said as she planted a kiss on Barbara’s forehead. “How are you four getting along?”

“Terribly.” Will and Gabriel said at the same time as Henry and Gideon said ‘Wonderfully.’

“Well, that answer simply does not do me any good.”

“It’s going well,” Gideon said, not looking up from his daughter. “Since Will and Gabriel haven’t killed each other yet.”

“Oh, I see that as an improvement,” Sophie said.

“Indeed,” said Henry.

“Well, I’m off. Call me if a problem arises.” Sophie kissed Gideon’s cheek and slipped out of the room.

“Right, where were we?” Will said as Gideon sat down beside Henry with Barbara, “Oh, yes. Lightworm was just considering calling off the wedding and pursuing his life-long dream of living in a cave in the middle of nowhere, where he can never bother us again.”

“You wish to live in a cave?” Henry asked, looking up from where he was holding his finger out for Barbara to hold.

“No, I wish to marry William’s sister and do sinful things with her.”

Will paled and then turned red. “Don’t you dare, Lightwood.”

Gabriel looked away smiling.

“Gabriel, don’t discuss your private life with Cecily in front of Will. I would imagine it would be disgusting to think about it, seeing as she is his sister.” said Gideon.

“That’s not a problem. The problem is that Lightwood is doing sinful things to my sister.”

“With.” Gabriel corrected. “It’s a team effort.”

“Lightworm, I am going to kill you.”

“But it’s his wedding day.” said Henry.

“Better. The happiest day of his life will be his last.” said Will.

“As long as you don’t do it in front of Barbara; Sophie would never forgive me if I let her see that before she reaches the age of twenty four.” said Gideon.

“Why? What happens at twenty four?” Will asked.

“You do sinful things to your enemy’s sister.” said Henry, winking at Gabriel.

“Don’t encourage him, Henry!” Will said. “I thought you were on my side.”

Gabriel smiled at Henry.

Cecily was standing by the closed doors, waiting for Will to come and walk her down the aisle. She thought it was only fitting since her actual father could not be there; it was a Shadowhunter wedding after all, and since neither of her parents were strictly Shadowhunters, they could not be there. Will finally came in and smiled down at her.

“Cecily, ti’n edrych yn brydferth, fy chwaer.” He said.

“Thank you, Will, but I already knew that.” Cecily responded with a smile, which she felt fall. “I always thought they would be here for my wedding.”

Will pulled her in a warm hug.

“I wish Mam and Da were here, too.” Will said, “They would have loved to see it, even if you are marrying a Lightworm.”

“Gwilym, I swear, if you say one more thing—”

“I’m only joking, Cecy.” he said with a smile.

Cecily shook her head.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded.

The doors opened, and she locked eyes with Gabriel. Yes, this was going to be the start of a wonderful life.

And they walked.  

It was over. The second everybody went home, Cecily and Gabriel locked eyes and ran up stairs.

Cecily stood in the middle of the room and Gabriel caught her in his arms.

“Mr. Lightwood.” Cecily smirked.

They sometimes called each other by “Mr. Lightwood” or “Ms. Herondale” and acted as thought they were lovers. Gabriel kissed her.

“My my, you really know how to sweep a woman off her feet, Mr. Lightwood.”

Gabriel lifted her into his arms and Cecily wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I do, don’t I, Ms. Herondale?”

They kissed for a while, relishing this moment they got to share before Cecily pulled away. She lifted her hands and pulled out what was holding in her bun. Her silky black hair fell in waves around her face, framing it so beautifully, Gabriel bit back the urge to kiss her again. She held up the “thing”, which Gabriel soon realized was a stele.

“Shall we?”

It took Gabriel a moment to realize she was talking about applying the wedding runes. They had already put on the one over the hand, though Nephilim tradition called for a rune over the heart as well.  Gabriel nodded. Cecily carefully undid the buttons of his shirt, but looked confused when it didn’t completely fall away.

“Cecy?” Gabriel said, “I think your sitting in it.”

Cecily look down and then laughed. She shifted and the material fell to the floor. “There we go.”

Then her face became masked in concentration as she carefully drew on the rune. Gabriel couldn’t help but think that he never wanted anyone else to apply his runes; only Cecy can put on a rune like that. When she finished she examined the rune and smiled at him. They shared a kiss.

“My turn!” She put the stele behind Gabriel’s ear.

Gabriel put her down on the bed, kicked off his shoes and grabbed the stele. He willed his hands to stop shaking as he placed the stele over her heart and began to draw. Cecily looked up at him through her thick eyelashes and, as though she sensed his restlessness, cradled his face with her hand.

“My silly Gabriel. Don’t forget to breathe.”

Gabriel had, in fact, forgotten to release his breath and exhale quickly. Cecily grinned widely. Gabriel finally finished and they both admired the matching runes.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Cecily said and she drew Gabriel closer to her.

Gabriel and Cecily both gasped for air, which was strange, considering they were both Shadowhunters and, supposedly, had supernatural stamina.

“By the Angel.” Gabriel said.

“Where did you learn how to do that, Lightwood?”

Gabriel shrugged. Cecily locked eyes with him and giggled.

“What are you laughing at?” Gabriel asked, kissing her nose.

“Hello, lover.” Cecily said with a smile

“I have been demoted to your lover?”

Cecily shook her head. “promoted.”

Gabriel shook his head.

“Still, I would say that was an 8.”

“8!?”

“8.5.”

“You not satisfied with that?”

“For now. But I suppose with practice, you will naturally get better.”

“Cecily Herondale, you are impossible.”

Cecily threw her hands up. “You signed up for this!”

“I know.” He kissed her temple.

They lay there for a while.

“Gabriel?”

“Yes, love?”

“When are we having our first baby?”

Gabriel’s eye widened and he quickly turned to look at his wife.

“I should hope not for another five years or so.” He said.

“Perfect, we have time.”

“For what?”

Cecily raised her eyebrows.

“Oh, for that.” Gabriel said.

Cecily laughed and softly elbowed him.  

“You’re catching on, Mr. Lightwood.”

“What can I say, you’re a terrible influence on me, Mrs. Lightwood.” Gabriel pulled her close.

They both stared up at the ceiling for a while.

“I think I liked Herondale better.”

“I’ll have to agree with you,” Cecily turned to him, “but I like you more.”

“I am glad to hear to value our marriage over your maiden name.”

Cecily smirked. All of a sudden slapped her hands against her eyes and giggled.

“Cecy? What’s wrong, Cecy?”

She peeled her hands away from her face and flashed Gabriel with a radiant grin.

“We’re married!”

Gabriel nodded. Cecily threw herself in his arms.

“We are husband and wife!”

“Yes,” Gabriel said, “why are you acting as though you just found out?”

“Because I cannot believe it!”

Gabriel kissed her forehead.

“Neither can I.”

#shadowhunters fanfic #tsc fanfiction #tsc fanfic #Gabriel lightwood #cecily herondale #cecily lightwood #gabriel lightworm #Gabrily fanfic #gabrily fanfiction #Tid fanfic #tid fanfiction #gabrily one shot #gideon lightwood #sophie lightwood #Sophideon #Will herondale #henry branwell #henry fairchild #barbara lightwood #gabrily wedding

[thomaslightwood]

I loved your gabrily fic can I ask for number two for then plesase?

2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss + Gabrily

Thanks! And I can't write Gabrily in their time period without a reread, sorry.

From 50 types of kisses prompt list (request closed)

“Why you have to make everything completed?” Cecily rolled his eyes.

Gabriel puffed up while searching the pack Gideon has given him. “Babies are complicated.”

The little baby Barbara was calmly watching them with dark eyes, playing with the blanket in her lap.

“What is so complicated about them?” Cecily said. She made a face at the baby and she giggled. “They are just small humans you have to feed and change the diapers time to time.”

“You have to do it multiple times a day,” Gabriel said. He had found what he was looking for - the special toy with which Barbara was going to sleep every time.

“Chill,” Cecily said, sitting on a chair as she watched Gabriel bustling around their niece. “One day it will be our full time job, you need to calm down.”

He froze and looked at her with such terrified face like Cecily told him Barbara is an alien. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Oh sweet Raziel,” Cecily sighed. “We take the baby for a few days and you're already a sleep-dehydrated mess.”

She got up from her chair and took the baby's toy from Gabriel's hands.

“Go to bed. Now,” she paused. “Okay, this sounded less sexual in my head.”

“But-”

“No! You need a rest. Go to our bedroom. I'll take care of Barbara.”

Gabriel ran a hand through his face and hair. He looked pale and had a dark circles under his eyes. He really needed a rest. “Okay. Okay. I'm going.”

He left the room, glancing one last time at the baby.

“Here you go, little lady,” Cecily murmured, wrapping her in the blanket. Barbara grabbed the toy and happily hugged it.

“I hope your daddy Gideon isn't like your uncle Gabriel,” she said. “Or Raziel help mummy Sophie.”

Cecily continued to quietly talking to her, gently stoking her head. She was definitely getting attached to this little human.

After ten minuets Cecily left the room, carefully closing the door. Gabriel was in the bedroom, obviously just out of the shower. His hair was a little wet.

He turned to her with questioning look.

“She is sleeping soundly,” Cecily reassured him. “The madam is a very good baby.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed. “Okay.”

She turned to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe.

“Hey,” Gabriel gently took her hands in his. “Thank you for this. I'm kind of freaked out my brother has a child.”

“No joke,” Cecily said but with a smile. She placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed his nose, a small, fleeting kiss that made Gabriel close his eyes. Then she crushed her lips into his. She wrapped her hands around his neck and buried his fingers into his hair.

“What would I do without you?” he murmured, his forehead against hers.

Cecily gave him one last, quick kiss on the cheek and pulled away.

“I'll take shower now,” she said, grabbing a towel. “When I come back, you better be asleep.”

With a smile Gabriel turned away and sat on the bed. He leaned back and sighed happily, closing his eyes.

When Cecily came out of the bathroom, he was soundly sleeping.

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[shadowhuntertrash]

I feel so bad but I cannot remember for the life of me who asked for the Gabrily family fluff because you either commented or asked me personally but I cant find it in my chats so sorry for not tagging you. </3

Cecily sighed as she walked through the door. It had been a busy day and she had spent most of it with her brother while they tried to figure out what was happening with the demon attack in broad daylight.

   Gabriel had been off with Gideon on some mission for the last four days, he was often going on missions and Cecily found it hard to keep up, while Alexander was with Lucie. Anna and Christopher were off somewhere with Matthew, Thomas, and James, so Cecily wasn’t expecting anyone to be home.

   She went to the kitchen getting some water before walking to the living room. She sighed as she looked at the mess, she hated cleaning, she always had, but with Christopher’s beakers and vials all over the place, she was constantly moving them away from Alexander’s reach. Anna came over often as well, always leaving something behind.

   She had been cleaning for about ten minutes before someone had their arms wrapped around her. Cecily squealed and turned quickly, knocking the person backward. Gabriel stumbled, catching himself right before he fell, eyebrows raised. “I thought you knew I was coming since you weren’t moving, turns out you just didn’t hear me.” He pretended to give her a scrutinizing look. “I would have to rate your response time as a six I’m afraid, while you got away you would have still died had I been a demon.”

   Cecily laughed, walking up to her husband and hugging him. She hadn’t realized how much she missed him and the toll it was taking on her to not have him here. Gabriel hugged her back, when she didn’t pull away he tightened his hold, his face moving back so he could see her face. “Are you alright, mi amor?” Cecily smiled up at her husband’s concerned face, “I am now.” She said quietly.

   Gabriel smiled and leaned down, his lips meeting Cecily’s. She felt him smile against her lips, a feeling she would never get used to. The front door banged open and Cecily broke away with a sigh, alas she would have to wait until tonight to spend one on one time with Gabriel.

   Cecily looked towards the door smiling at her children as Gabriel wrapped his arm affectionately around Cecily’s waist. Anna was holding little Alexander looking at them with fond eyes, she had been asking Cecily a lot of questions about love recently, making them ‘rhetorical’ but Cecily knew better and pretended to be unaware they were talking about Ariadne.

    Christopher was behind Anna, talking excitedly with his hands about something he was calling a ‘fire message’. Anna set Alexander carefully on the ground and he ran up to Cecily who bent down and scooped him into her arms in a smooth practice move.

   Gabriel walked over to Christopher and ruffled his already messy hair, Christopher turned his bright smile to Gabriel. “Father, have you talked to Uncle Gideon or Uncle Will today?” Gabriel shook his head watched Christopher with an amused smile. “They were on a mission and something happened to Uncle Gideon and they had mentioned how they wished they had something that could transfer messages instantly and I had a brilliant idea-” Gabriel held up a hand to stop Christopher, his previously amused expression now heavily concerned. 

   “Backtrack, what happened to Uncle Gideon?” Gabriel said, concern for his brother evident on his face. Cecily turned her icy blue eyes to Christopher’s lavender ones, her eyes equally concerned. 

   Christopher waved their concern off. “He’s fine, the demons had broken their steles but Sophie showed up just in time and healed them both.” Christopher’s eyes went bright again and Cecily watched Gabriel’s still concerned face. “I was thinking that there could be something I could make that makes instant messages possible! I was thinking of an idea and if it worked I could call it a fire message.” Anna put a hand up to stop him and Christopher peered questioningly at his sister.

   “If it has fire in it you can’t work on it by yourself. Either me, Thomas, or mother and father have to be there.” Cecily wondered as she watched Christopher open and close his mouth when Anna became such a mom to Christopher but she couldn’t find it in herself to mind if it meant she wasn’t always the bad guy when telling him that potentially dangerous thing needed oversight.

   Christopher just shrugged, turning to Anna to talk more about this ‘fire message’, and Gabriel turned to Cecily. “I have to go-” Cecily stiffened a little, disappointment flooding through her. He had only just gotten back from a four-day trip and as much as she knew he had to go check on his brother it still pulled at her heart for him to have to leave.

   Nevertheless, Cecily smiled at her husband, turning away before he looked too deep and discover it was fake. Gabriel walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead before doing the same to Anna and ruffling Christopher and Alexander’s heads. Cecily watched with sad eyes as he stepped through the door once again.

   Cecily bounced Alexander gently on her hip and turned to Anna. “I am going to put Alexander to bed, are you staying the night?” Anna watched Cecily’s face closely and nodded slowly before walking up to Cecily. “You look exhausted mother.” She said softly looking deep into Cecily’s blue eyes, Cecily always found it creepily comforting how similar her daughter’s eyes looked to her own and Will’s.

   Cecily waved off her concern, though she knew she was radiating exhaustion, and shook her head. “I’m quite alright Anna, you needn’t stay if that’s what you were worried about.” Anna didn’t seem to believe that but dropped the subject anyway before saying goodnight to Alexander. 

   “If it’s alright with you mother, I am going to kidnap Kit and take him back with me to my apartment.” She turned her eyes to her brother, a fond look on her face. “I’m afraid otherwise he would be awake all night and you needn’t worry about that tonight.” Cecily smiled gratefully at her daughter before kissing her cheek and walking over to do the same to Christopher who smiled at her, his lavender eyes standing out on his pale face.

   Anna and Christopher left about ten minutes later and Cecily finally made her way to Alexander’s room, the room next to her own, and set him down gently in his bed. She started humming softly, a welsh lullaby her mother had taught her that she had sung to all of her children.

   Alexander wasn’t tired yet so it took Cecily two hours to put him asleep. Cecily stumbled slightly as she walked out of the room, the brightness momentarily blinding her as her eyes attempted to adjust. It was almost midnight now and Cecily wanted nothing more than to go to sleep but when she got in bed it felt too cold and she knew it would be one of the nights where she would have to wait for Gabriel to be able to sleep.

   It took another two hours for Cecily to hear hooved feet in front of her house and she got up, tightening her robe around her nightgown as she walked into the main room. Gabriel was taking off his coat and hat, boots carefully sat beside the door. 

   He turned when he heard her bare feet pattering on the floor, a tired smile on his face. Cecily shivered, a draft chilling her to the point of goosebumps. “How are Gideon and Will?” Cecily asked quietly, trying desperately to not wake Alexander up.

   Gabriel rubbing his hands together, walking up to Cecily before wrapping his arms around her. Cecily buried her face in his shirt, the comfort of having her husband home momentarily overwhelming. Gabriel’s cheek rested on her head and she felt when he said, “Gideon’s alright, Will was barely scratched but Gideon had a large gash across his stomach, Sophie got there about five minutes later and just about lost her mind at Will.” Gabriel laughed lightly, a hand coming up to stoke Cecily’s ink-black hair. “I would have rather enjoyed seeing that if I’m quite honest.”

   Cecily laughed, but her heart wasn’t quite in it. She was tired and just wanted to be in bed, Gabriel’s arms around her, the safe feeling of being in his arms that she had been severely lacking recently.

   Gabriel pulled away and frowned. “Are you quite alright mi amor?” He asked softly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Cecily closed her eyes and nodded slowly. “I’m just tired.” She said somewhat weakly, a tone she only ever used around Gabriel. 

   Warm hands found their way to the back of her knees and her waist and Cecily found herself being lifted off the ground. “Off to bed then.” Gabriel said simply as Cecily laughed softly, a genuine one this time. She laid her head against his chest and sighed deeply, she had missed him. 

   He carried her to their room before dropping her softly onto their bed. Cecily crawled under the covers and waited expectantly for Gabriel to climb in next to her, instead he turned around and started walking out of the room. Cecily shot up, “Don’t leave, please! Where are you going?” She asked desperately. Gabriel turned back to her with a slightly concerned expression. “Ceci, I’m not going anywhere. I’m just changing I’ll be right back.” 

   Cecily felt her face heat up and she looked down at the comforter before shifting so she was laying down again. “Right. Sorry.” She mumbled, Gabriel stared at her for a second before turning and going to change. It normally took Gabriel ten minutes to get ready for bed but he was back in their room in half that time.

   He crawled into bed next to her and wrapped a strong arm around her middle, gently pulling her body against his. Cecily sighed softly, comforted in a way only a spouse could. Gabriel intertwined their fingers, his thumb running soothing circles on the back of her hand.

   “Why are you afraid of me leaving?” He asked softly, pressing a light kiss to the back of her neck. Cecily closed her eyes, her hand tightening involuntarily around Gabriel’s as if to keep him in place. “I’m not.” She replied dubiously, Gabriel tightened his grip around her waist. “You are, why?” He asked, his mouth leaving sweet kisses over her shoulder. 

   Cecily sighed, embarrassed, and afraid to come off as clingy. She took pride in being the kind of wife who was confident in being left alone. She was still confident, she just missed him horribly when he was gone. “You’ve been gone a lot.” Cecily said quietly, Gabriel’s lips stilled on her shoulder before he pulled away, shifting so that he was half above her, one arm holding him up while the other went to push the hair out of her face.

   Gabriel frowned and Cecily felt instantaneously bad. “Not that that’s a bad thing. I know you have to fight demons and you’re really good obviously which is why they send you on overnight missions which is great Gabriel really, I’m so proud of you.” Cecily hesitated and Gabriel rested his chin on her shoulder, a sign for her to keep going. Cecily averted her eyes and looked at their intertwined fingers instead. 

   “It’s just hard I guess sometimes, having to watch the kids and help Will and Tessa and do patrols while finding someone to watch Alexander.” Her eyes flickered up to Gabriel’s again. “I’m not complaining though, I know what you do is important.” Cecily was about to continue rambling but Gabriel saved her from embarrassing herself further.

   He ran a calming hand through her hair, a troubled look on his face. “Cecily none of that is as important as you, or the kids.” He paused, the troubled look on his face shifting into guilt. “Ceci, I do wish you’d told me earlier, I didn’t realize.” 

   Cecily just shook her head, pulling the hand still holding hers around her waist so that he was holding her again. Gabriel happily obliged. “I’m quite alright Gabriel, don’t worry about it. You’re here now.” Gabriel huffed. “I should have been here the whole time, especially with Alexander.” He sighed and kissed her shoulder again. “No wonder you’re always exhausted by the angle Cecily.” 

   With a sigh and a shake of her head, Cecily turned her head so she could see Gabriel. “If you’re saying I look tired all the time, wow Gabriel thanks.” She said sarcastically, continuing before Gabriel got a chance to deny her words. “And two, as you said, I am exhausted and it would be greatly appreciated if we could finish this tomorrow.” Gabriel hesitated before nodding and shifting back so he was laying on the bed instead of hovering over her body.

   Cecily flipped to her other side so she could bury her face in Gabriel’s chest, his arm went around her tightly, drawing her body impossibly closer. Gabriel placed a soft kiss on her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. Cecily sighed contentedly as her eyes finally shut, dreams not far off.

   The last thing she thought before sleep claimed her was how safe it felt back in her husband’s arms.

#gabrily #cecily lightwood #gabriel lightwood #alexander lightwood #anna lightwood #christopher lightwood #the last hours #tlh #ask answered #tsc fanfiction

[antisocial-af]

Day 23: Gabrily

Title: An Explosively Tailored Christmas

25 Days of Pairings: Day 23 Gabrily (Cecily Herondale/Gabriel Lightwood)

Rating: G

Wordcount: 924

No Major Archive Warnings

SFW, Fluff, Holidays, Christmas Tree, Malfunctioning Inventions.

Summary:

Gabriel is sent off to investigate the latest explosion in their home.

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Story:

Gabriel held the fold of the clothing as Cecily leaned in to put the pin when a shattering noise followed by an explosion caused Anna, their oldest, to jump and the pin her mother was holding to prick her. 

“Ow!” exclaimed Anna as she looked to her mother with a slight pout. 

“This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t move,” Cecily replied, carefully inspecting Anna’s leg and the trouser’s material. “Gabriel, go see what that was, while I finish putting the last ones in.” 

“Stay still for your mom now; we can’t have you going to the Christmas Party in an ill-fitted suit,” Gabriel said as he stood up walked by his wife, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as he passed, “I’ll be back, hopefully, it wasn’t the furniture again.” 

“Chris’s just trying to make them easier to clean!” Anna called out to defend her brother as Gabriel left to check. 

Gabriel shook his head, walked down the small hallway, and saw a thin haze of smoke coming from the living room. He and Cecily had hoped, placing him on babysitting duty would dissuade him from tinkering with something. Gabriel turned into the living room and was met with the sight of his fourteen-year-old holding baby Alexander on his lap and a remote in hand. 

“Alright, this time for sure! I fixed the shorting wires, so this time it shouldn’t spark,” Christopher moved his little brother’s hands on the button and pushed down to ignite his newest invention. 

“Christo-”

Gabriel’s words were cut short by the high squeak of machinery jamming and then another spark, but this time, when Gabriel looked to where the noise was coming from, he was met with the sight of their still undecorated tree going up in flames. They had just purchased the tree earlier in the day and had promised they would decorate it after tailoring Anna’s suit for the party. 

Instinct took over, and he started patting himself down for his Steele, only to remember he had taken it out of his pocket while assisting his wife. 

“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” Christopher stated over the cheering claps of Alexander in his lap. “No Alexander fire means the invention failed; it’s not a cheering thing.” 

“Cecily!” Gabriel yelled out as he rushed to open the large living room window and took the curtains, wrapping them around the still burning tree and pushing it all out the window into the snow-covered garden outside. He watched from the open window as the snow started to put out the fire, pushing the snow gathered around the window on top of it for good measure. 

“What’s wrong?” Cecily asked as she entered quickly, followed by Anna now back in one of her day-to-day suits. “Gabriel, where’s the tree we just purchased and stop letting the cold in; it’s freezing out there, and Alexander doesn’t have a coat on.” 

Christopher handed Alexander to his mom and walked over to the window, looking down at the now extinguished tree and the black outline it left around it. “We honor your sacrifice Fir Tree Lightwood, ashes to dust with you.” 

“Christopher, close that window. I swear you and your father both want to catch a cold,” Cecily scolded and took a blanket on the couch to wrap their youngest. 

“What did you try and make this time, Chris?” Anna asked as she looked around the room and saw the wires and tools laying on the floor.  

“I wanted to make the Christmas tree turn,” Christopher explained as he waved to the parts of the invention still left on the floor. “That way, we could put decorations all over it and always be able to see them. It’s boring only putting them in the front.” 

“A spinning tree does sound amazing,” Gabriel praised, closing the windows and turning to Christopher. “But what did we say about experimenting while watching your baby brother?” 

“I wouldn’t have let anything happen to him,” Christopher replied. “He was safe with me! I even put my goggles on him so nothing could get in his eyes.” 

Cecily looked down at the fussing baby in her hands, and he did indeed still have his older brother’s goggles on still. She looked over to Gabriel, who was currently giving her the ‘help me’ eyes. 

“What I think your dad means is that Alexander isn’t wearing a helmet, Christopher. Something could’ve flown and hit him.” 

“So next time, I should put a helmet on him too,” Christopher repeated as he wrote it down in his small notepad. 

“Maybe Alexander can help you with the planning instead of the testing, Chris,” Anna attempted and looked over her brother’s shoulder at what Christopher was planning next. 

Gabriel rubbed his hand over his eyes and sighed before looking at his wife. Cecily attempted to take the goggles off of their youngest, while Alexander was adamantly trying to reach for and keep them. 

“Alright, who is coming with me to get a new tree,” Gabriel asked, ruffling Christopher’s hair. “We can even stop by Charlotte and Henry’s, so maybe he can help you out with your new idea.” 

“I’ll go get Alexander dressed,” Cecily agreed and looked around the living room. “Can you help Anna and Christopher tidy up the room before we go?”

“Of course, Cecy,” Gabriel replied, making his way to Cecily and placing a small kiss on her forehead. “We will be here waiting.” 

“No more prototypes till you talk to your godfather, Christopher,” Cecily called out as she left with Alexander. 

#antisocialaf #mywork #hmdiscord #gabrily #gabriel lightwood #cecily herondale #fanfiction

[zoyalannister]

Here to remind everyone that if you love Gracetopher and/or Gabrily and you’re disappointed by the dirty treatment ChoT reserved them, I have quite a few fanfics about them on Ao3 and I also have pinned a masterlist (I feel less than a boomer since I found out how to put links here).

I hope you like them, and even if you think they’re total shit, at least I'm not going to insult your intellect saying things like "it was planned from the start111!1" when it's obviously not.

#ao3 #author talks #gracetopher fanfiction #grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #cecily lightwood #gracetopher #gabrily fanfiction #gabrily #gabriel lightwood

[luciehercndale]

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Hi guys! I'm finally done with this fic and I wanted to share it with you. SPOILERS if you haven't read Chain of Thorns. It's a 4K one shot divided into three POVs (Eugenia's, Gabriel's and Cecily's) and it's about how the TID gang found out what happened in London and that Kit had passed away, especially his parents. This fic was hard to write because of its emotional content. I hope you enjoy it, although it deals with tough themes like grief/mourning. The song to go along with his fic is "The Loneliest" by Maneskin. Read it on A03 💙

Eugenia knew, when her cousins tasked her to be the bearer of bad news to their parents, that they wouldn’t be easy to deliver. She hated this whole situation. She trusted James and the others. They had proved they could fix this mess. Still, she feared for their life, especially her brother’s. She didn’t even try to reason with Thomas, because she already knew he wouldn’t oblige and come with her, even if she was the older sister looking after his well-being, and she knew she could have forced him to come with her if she wanted. She didn’t try to argue with Anna either, since she’d always been independent in her choices and she knew even she couldn’t shake her resolve to fight with the others to save all of them. After all, it was her younger brother who had been killed. Eugenia was aware that Anna wouldn’t let the possibility to avenge him go that easily. If she had been in her position - only thinking about it made her shudder with pain - she knew she would have stayed too, hoping to deal at least one blow to their enemies. It wouldn't have brought Christopher back, but it would’ve made feel better. 

Eugenia had hope. Yet, the first thing that hit her when they walked through the portal was that this could be the last time she would ever see everyone, and she wanted to cry. And she did shed a few tears while she walked alongside the rest of shadowhunters who had decided it was best to go back to their homeland, and give up on London forever. Cowards. But she couldn’t blame them. Being a shadowhunter didn’t mean being courageous.

She saw the towers of Alicante looming in the distance, and after they walked past the entrance to the city of Idris, she knew where they were headed. She wasn’t walking that far from Charles, who also tasked himself with being the leader in this expedition back home. She thought expedition wasn’t a good term to describe what they were doing. They had been banished, exiled. Charles told them they would take Kit’s body to the Basilias, the shadowhunter’s hospital in the city, and they would wait for the Silent Brothers to take him elsewhere and ready him for his funeral. Eugenia didn’t know how he could be so calm and could utter the word funeral and Christopher at the same time, but she didn’t have the strength to correct him. After all, it was the truth.

The city was eerily silent, but she thought that perhaps most of the shadowhunters were meeting at the Gard. They had, after all, to trial her uncle Will and aunt Tessa with the Mortal Sword. They came from the East entrance, and they were just passing the Gard when some shadowhunters spilled out of it, and Eugenia’s hands started to tremble. 

“Is my mother inside? It’s important,” Charles asked someone she didn’t know. The man replied that they were done with the meeting and that she would probably be out soon. The man, whom she recognized from the Hardcastle family, looked at the lot of them with a frown until he spotted someone in their group and went to talk to them, likely for an explanation.

Eugenia was glad she wouldn’t have to repeat her tale to everyone. She sighed, and caught Charles looking at her as some known faces had just come out of the Gard. She saw the Herondales first, hand in hand and with a relieved expression on their faces. The trial had probably gone well. They were flanked by their usual companions: aunt Charlotte patted uncle Will’s shoulder with a satisfied grin, and beside her, she saw her father Gideon wearing the same smile. She hated to be the one to ruin their mood, but it couldn’t be helped. She walked toward them as her uncle Gabriel came out, and blocked their path along with Charles.

“Eugenia? What are you doing here?” her father asked, as everyone stopped abruptly on the stairs of the Gard, equally surprised to see them there. “And Charles,” he added, before Charlotte could speak. She glanced behind them, noticing their group of shadowhunters scattered in front of the building. Noticing the bier.

“Has something happened in London?” Will asked, his voice laced with worry. 

“Yes, Eugenia. Do please tell us,” Charlotte prompted with a calm demeanor, but she could tell she was restless too. “Or Charles. Please.”

Eugenia sighed. She looked at all of the people gathered before her, and thought she really wanted Charles to do it, but there was a reason her cousins had asked her. They trusted she would know what to say, unlike Charles. And they trusted her to calm their parents down, if needed, and instill some reason in them, in spite of the fact that James and the others had most likely sentenced themselves to death. She didn’t want to think about it.

“Belial took London,” she started with the easiest thing to say. “He took London and banished the city from the rest of the world, rendering the mundanes like automatons,” she said. Her relatives started to say something, but she shushed them. “James made a bargain with him,” she didn’t dare to look at Will and Tessa. “He said that he would let him possess his body, in exchange for letting us all return to Idris and live our life.”

“He did what?” Will asked with fury, as someone behind them turned to see what the ruckus was about.  He was ready to descend the stairs to go back to London, but his wife stopped him. 

“Please, let Eugenia finish, William,” Charlotte said, trying not to get angry too. Eugenia saw how she was inspecting the people behind her, obviously looking for her other son. “What happened, after? Surely, you’re all back here now, as it should be reasonable?”

Eugenia bit her lip nervously. “Everyone decided to stay in London,” she confessed. “Because they think that can save the city.”

“That’s a reckless idea,” uncle Gabriel said. “How do they think they can do that by themselves? We should go back too, and help them.”

“I’m afraid it’s not possible,” Charles said with bitterness, speaking for the first time after meeting their relatives. “Belial closed the portal that led us here. There is no way for them to come or for us to go back. They’re trapped there. They’re going to die just like—”

She really wanted to punch Charles in the face for being so negative about it. She was glad he had stopped before he would say they were going to die like Kit. She knew she had to tell them soon, but she was trying to ration the pain she would have to inflict them. She glared at Charles. “I believe in them,” she managed to say. “They’re the only ones who can do something.”

“I’m enraged James had to offer himself to that demon,” Will said. “And that Lucie stayed behind to go along with this plan,” she could see tears in his eyes. 

“Genie, I can’t believe you didn’t try to convince your brother,” Gideon said, “but I know he’s stubborn,” he shook his head. 

She was about to say something when Tessa spoke. She had been silent the whole time, speaking in hushed words to calm Will down, and seemingly distracted when Charles was about to blurt out that Kit was dead. Tessa had been focused on the bier, which had been kept hidden and forgotten by the throngs of shadowhunters and their families learning of the tale of what happened in London, but she had been listening. Unlike the others, who were focused on the dire news about their children, Tessa caught Charles’ words. Everyone assumed that they were all safe, just not there, but Eugenia felt like Tessa already noticed something was off.

“Charles,” she spoke softly, “I see you brought a bier with you, from London,” she managed a neutral expression without sounding too worried. “Did somebody get hurt in London?”

Charles’s mouth gaped open, and it seemed like, in the moment of truth, he didn’t know what to say. “I –” he stuttered. “It’s —”

“Who is it, Charles?” Will prodded, already enraged and desperate as it was. “Is it one of our –”

For a moment, they all looked at the bier, since not everyone had seen it, and then at Charles and Eugenia, begging for answers. She could sense the change in the air, raw with unspoken tension and panic. It was Eugenia who answered. She had delayed the bad news too much. 

“I’m sorry, uncle Gabriel,” she finally said, glancing at him. “It’s –” but she couldn’t finish. Her uncle had already run off the stairs, directed to the bier, everyone following in his footsteps with shock and anxiety etched on their faces. His hands were trembling as he slowly removed the white cloth on Kit’s face. Eugenia and Charles stood helplessly watching as he stood in disbelief in front of his son’s body, unable to move for an entire minute. 

Gabriel felt someone’s hand on his shoulder and he blinked to adjust to the light. He hadn’t realized how long he had been holding his son’s hand, holding his gaze on his pale, long fingers, the Lightwood family ring still on his fourth finger — the finger with the vein of love. He hadn’t noticed that he’d reached out for it and squeezed his fingers, to look for vital signs in the slightest nook of his body. The shock of seeing him there, still as a statue, hadn’t stopped from him checking his son’s pulse. Even though someone had covered Christoper’s eyes with a white strip of linen, and his skin had turned into an ashy shade, Gabriel couldn’t tear his hands from his older boy. The boy he loved so much and that was too young to die.

In the throng of shadowhunters talking around him about what they’d just learned from London, Gabriel’s ears tuned to listen to Kit’s breath. He automatically put his head on his chest, his fingers on his throat, and under his nose. Maybe they’d been wrong. Maybe – someone gently put a hand over his, shaking him from his reverie, from his robotic first aid behavior. “Brother, please. Please, stop.” It was Gideon’s voice. His brother. 

He blinked again, and shook his head. In tuning out everything else, it hadn’t occurred to him that he started crying, and his vision was now blurry. “No,” he said firmly, without tearing his hand from Kit’s chest. “No,” he repeated, his voice broken by sobs. Gideon circled him in an embrace, and Gabriel put his head on his shoulder. He could hear the sound of muffled cries around him now, but he wouldn’t dare to take his eyes off Christopher’s body. 

Everything happened in a blur, after. He could barely register Charlotte’s voice as she told him that they would take Kit to the Basilias first. “He can’t stay here,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady even though it was also her voice that was broken by the sobs. “We need to shelter him from the cold.” Charlotte also loved Kit like a son, and he knew how she must feel, but at the same time, she wouldn’t understand. She hadn’t lost a son. But Gabriel wouldn’t budge.

“Let’s go together, brother,” it was Gideon’s voice, his older brother's soothing voice. “We need to take him away from this ruckus.” 

People started to gather around them and offered their condolences as they stood still by the bier, but he wouldn’t hear them, he wouldn’t listen to anyone. It was like he was alone with his pain, and Christopher, who looked very much as if he was sleeping. He was aware of Gideon and his other friends around him, trying to make him reason that it was better to take Kit inside. But there was nothing reasonable about the death of a boy in his prime. 

Eventually, he didn’t know how he found the strength to push the bier, and start walking North, to the shadowhunter hospital. He recalled Gideon’s presence beside him, his nephew Eugenia by her father’s side, and the rest of them – Charlotte, Will and Tessa, on the other side. Charles had disappeared at some point, but he was so very dazed and shell-shocked that it could’ve been the angel Raziel following after their small group, he wouldn’t have cared.

At last, their procession arrived at their destination. Silent Brothers took Christopher’s body in the funeral chamber, or what Gabriel thought was that. Dead people were taken to the Silent City, but the current situation didn’t allow that. He thought: my son can’t even get a proper burial, and vowed that he would at least give him that after they could go back to London. If they could ever go back. He didn’t want to let go of his boy, but Jem was there, and he trusted Jem to take good care of Kit.

We will look after Christopher, Jem told them, informing them that he would tell them when his body would be ready. We will see that he receives the best of care.

Gabriel had barely nodded, and felt the urge to punch a wall. No one said anything when he was about to do so, and no one tried to stop him when he started bawling again. It was an ugly cry, a stronger cry that stood out above all of the rest from his friends and family. 

Charlotte left at some point, because there were Consul matters she had to attend to. She assured Gabriel that she wouldn’t tell about Kit’s passing until he was ready, and would fight those who had witnessed their earlier scene at the Gard and found out about his passing. She didn’t want Cecily to learn about it through someone else. Gabriel had nodded absentmindedly, and soon after, a Silent Brother informed them that they could see him if they wanted. He didn’t hesitate. Even though his heart had been shattered already, he wanted to see him one last time. He needed… How he wished this would be a nightmare.

“I can tell Cecily,” Will offered when they got to the Lightwood’s mansion in Idris. Cecily had decided to stay with Alexander while Gabriel and the others went to Will and Tessa’s trial with the Mortal Sword. Sophie had decided to keep her company, at least she wouldn’t be alone. He knew that his brother-in-law meant well, but he shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly. “I have to tell her,” he sighed. “Even though it hurts me.” They could hear chatter and giggles from the outside. It was probably Alexander’s dinnertime. Gabriel wished he could go back in time and be a child again. Free from all trauma, pain, and guilt, and shame. But then it wouldn’t be the same. He wouldn’t have his family, he wouldn’t have his heart. 

Gideon opened the door to Gabriel and Cecily’s house, and they all strolled silently inside. As he suspected, Alexander was eating his dinner at the dining room table. He was alone with Sophie, who was laughing and chanting to him to make eating funnier. When he saw his father, he beamed at him. “Papa!” he giggled happily. Gabriel reached him in two strides and hugged him tightly while the child protested. 

“I love you, Alex,” he said with a gentle voice, and with tears pooling in his eyes. “Do you know that, right?”

“I love you too,” he mused, “but now let me go. I’m eating dinner with aunt Sophie! I’m starving!”

That seemed to brighten the mood a little. Everyone laughed, but Sophie caught the tension in the room. Once Alexander went back to eating, she glanced at the little group with a frown. “I don’t like your faces,” she commented, raising from her chair to go to Tessa, who was closest to her. “Do tell me about it.”

“We’ll fill her in,” Gideon said to Gabriel, “you do what you have to do, brother. Are you sure you don’t want me?”

“I have to do this on my own,” Gabriel declared. “But I know you’ll be here. I appreciate your support. I don’t think I could’ve made it today on my own without you.”

“We’ll be here unless you kick us out,” said Will. “And even if you kick us out, we’ll stay.”

Gabriel managed a smile and tried to keep his tears at bay. He knew he had to go to Cecily now. He needed to tell his wife that their son was no more. He hoped he had the strength, or he would have to find it during the short trip upstairs.

Cecily glanced at the grandfather’s clock on the wall of her bedroom. It was past their dinner time, and Gabriel still hadn’t returned from the Gard. She declined to go to her brother’s trial when her husband asked. “It’s not that I don’t care,” she replied, “my brother will understand why I’m not present,” she told him. Even if Cecily didn’t tell Gabriel what was the real reason she didn’t want to go, she was sure he understood. 

After Tatiana had kidnapped their younger son Alexander, she didn’t trust to be outside alone with him. Sure, there would be her husband with her, and her relatives. But she wouldn’t feel safe again. Not yet, at least. She knew that woman was still at large, and being herself a shadowhunter, it wasn’t completely insane to think that she could enter Alicante and finish what she started. Fool everyone. Ruin everyone’s life with her wrath. Cecily had pitied the woman, felt sorry that she had to go through losing her husband and her son, but now she thought she was past redemption, past forgiveness. Tatiana had crossed the threshold of sanity, and Cecily thought the only place fit for her would be a jail cell, or worse. She didn’t like to hold any grudges, but she realized that the only way to quell her fear and anxiety about her loved one’s safety would be if Tatiana were six feet underground.

Cecily was aware that she could be in danger even if she stayed behind the walls of her house, but at least she would feel safer and keep her guard up. It would be harder to keep her guard up in public, with all of the distractions, and she was in a room full of people the last time Tatiana tried one of her tricks, and none could do anything.

Sophie showed up when Gabriel left. She knew he had probably asked her to keep her company, and of that, she was grateful. Cecily trusted her son with her family, and although she still felt uneasy at the thought of leaving Alex with someone who wasn’t her or Gabriel, she knew that she needed to take a few hours to take a breather and regroup, or else she would crumble. 

She occasionally checked on Sophie and Alex while she did the chores she had to do, but as she expected, the duo was okay and they looked like they were having fun. She had the time to wash her hair, check the pantry for food, and change the bed. Some of these things, Gabriel also did. But Gabriel got hurt a week before, because of the fight at the entrance of the London Institute, and some things she delayed and forgotten. She was in emotional distress, but she had to try and react. It didn’t matter. They would have time to do those things, but now –

The door opened, and Gabriel walked slowly inside. She was folding some laundry, and the first thing she noticed were his red-rimmed eyes. “Don’t tell me they want to kick out Will and Tessa from the London Institute,” she was angry, but Gabriel shook his head. 

“No, on the contrary,” he answered swiftly, but this didn’t ease Cecily’s worry.

“There’s something wrong,” she said with a sigh, squeezing Gabriel’s arm. At that, he nodded, and didn’t try to hide his tears. Gabriel wasn’t a crier. He only cried on a few occasions, and this panicked Cecily. The situation must be dire, for him to cry like that.  “Gabriel,” she urged him. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. Put me out of my misery, would you?”

“I’m sorry, Cecy, I’m really sorry,” he started, more tears running free and covering his red cheeks. “Our boy Kit, he – he didn’t make it.”

“Don’t be silly, Gabriel,” Cecily said hysterically, pacing back and forth in front of him, “Christopher is safe in London, and we’ll be there –”

“We can’t go back to London, Cecy,” he revealed. “Belial has closed all of the portals that lead to London, and we’re trapped here. The kids stayed behind, in London.”

“So you mean that Kit and Anna can’t return for the time being? That’s what you’re saying?”

“Anna stayed in London,” he said calmly. “Kit is here…” his voice trailed off, “at the Basilias. I’m sorry, Cecy,” he sighed, his face resigned. “They couldn’t do anything to save him.”

“You can’t be joking about something so serious,” she started yelling, the yell mixed with tears, pointing her finger at her husband, punching his chest. “You can’t be telling me that my precious son is dead!”

Gabriel didn’t answer, he just wept in front of her like a child, and Cecily knew he wasn’t playing. He would never joke about their children. Her legs gave out, and she fell on the rug. She had vowed and hoped to never hear those words while she lived, and the thought made her chest ache with pain. It hurt, it hurt so much, and her hand touched the left side of her chest, where her heart was supposed to be. A piece of heart had just been carved out of her chest when he had uttered those few words, and she didn’t know if she could be whole again. 

She couldn’t believe it was true. Her pretty boy with lilac eyes and with a good heart — She felt her husbands’ arms around her at once, trying to soothe her, trying to soothe his pain – she didn’t know. She didn’t know anything anymore. 

She wasn’t sure how long had passed until they were on that rug, in each other’s arms, trying to give each other strength. Maybe it had been minutes, if not hours. Christopher’s smile, his last smile to her, she realized with agony, when they left for Idris, haunting her. A smile that would haunt her dreams in which she wished this was just a nightmare. 

 “Please, Gabriel,” Cecily said, her voice rough from crying. “Get me Alex. Please.”

Gabriel hadn’t asked why she wanted her smallest child with her. She knew that she would know why she needed him. Why did she want to hug him tightly and kiss his chubby face until he’d be sick of it and complain. She knew that Gabriel would do anything she asked. He wasn’t surprised when he found her in the middle of their bed, her hair a mess, her expression vacant. A picture in her hands. She already missed their boy. She lit up when she saw baby Alexander, who was rubbing his eyes, sleepy. 

“He fell asleep on your brother’s shoulder. He’s here with Tessa and the others,” Gabriel explained. “When I told Alex we were going to mama, he tried to keep his eyes open on the way.”

“Thank them for being here,” she said mechanically, without emotion. Cecily managed a tight smile, only for Alex. “Come here,” she told the child. 

“But you said I can’t sleep on your bed,” Alex protested, but jumped on the bed anyway, sitting next to his mother.

“It’s just for tonight, darling,” she patted his head lovingly, and hugged him. “I want to be alone with him,” Cecily told her husband, “Please,” and he respected her decision. Once Gabriel left, she started to cry again, but this time, she needed to be alone.

She woke up with a start when the door of the bedroom clicked open, and Gabriel entered. She hadn’t realized she had fallen asleep, but she did. She was tired, but her mind was restless. She locked eyes with Gabriel, after he crawled into bed next to little Alex. He caressed her cheek, a simple gesture with which she knew that he loved her and was worried about her. And Cecily was worried about him too. They did, after all, lose their beloved child. They didn’t speak, just stared into each other’s eyes, companions sharing the same unspeakable pain of losing someone they both loved. And that didn’t ease the heartache, but it helped them cope a little.

“I just want to know how it happened,” Cecily said at some point, one thought among the ones that weren’t letting her sleep come easily that night. “Was it an accident, or –”

Gabriel heaved an audible sigh, and when he did, Cecily realized why. “It was Tatiana,” his tone was bitter, full of hate. “With a poisonous knife.”

Cecily snorted. “Well, I hope that wherever she is, she dies a painful and slow death,” she said fiercely, full of rage. 

“She’s dead, Cecy,” he said with detachment. She knew he had stopped talking about Tatiana as his sister and as someone who could be forgiven, after she kidnapped Alexander. “Cordelia killed her.”

“That’s too bad,” she said with spite. “I wish I could have killed her myself.”

And in the darkness of their bedroom, Gabriel, too, wished he could have killed Tatiana.

#tsc #tlh #chain of thorns spoilers #cot spoilers #tsc fanfiction #gabriel lightwood #cecily herondale #christopher lightwood #eugenia lightwood #will herondale #tessa gray #gideon lightwood #sophie lightwood #charles fairchild #the last hours #chain of thorns #chain of iron #chain of gold #gabrily #my posts 3 #tweety.writes

[thanatosangels]

Omg I loved your last Gabrily fic so so much!!! And can I ask please for 🥰 for them with their kids please? Their family dynamic is so cute, if you feel like doing it of course

thank you so much omg!! i hope you like this one aswell <333

first Gabrily here :)

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Cecily rung the breakfast bell for the second time that morning.

Baby Alexander giggled in her arms as she sighed, heavily, and placed the bell down on the table in the hall. She turned and walked into the dining room, seeing only Gabriel seated at the table, half hidden by his newspaper. 

“Gabriel darling, would you take Alexander whilst I go rouse Christopher?” Alexander pointed at himself in acknowledgement of his own name, and Cecily nodded at him encouragingly. He had a gratified look on his face.

Gabriel, however, didn’t even look up from his newspaper. “That’s nice, dear.”

Rolling her eyes, Cecily said, “Oh, yes. By the way, I heard your father returned from the grave and is causing yet more havoc as a giant worm.” 

“Is that so?” He flipped the page.

“Also, I am leaving you for Gideon. We have been having the most wonderfully passionate love affair. In the gardens, the library, even in our bed!”

Picking up his tea, he murmured a thoughtful “Mmm.” 

“And I think we should change our second name to Lightworm.”

At that, his eyes bulged and, choking on his tea, threw his newspaper down on the table. “Pardon?” He spluttered.

She had resolved to keep a straight face and a cool gaze, but she burst out laughing at his expression of bewilderment. Alexander started laughing too. “You didn't listening to a thing i just said, you bloody man!” He was still looking wounded, so as she strode over and handed him Alexander, she planted a small kiss on his forehead which brought a smile to his lips.

“You know I love you, don’t you, Cecy?” 

“I do!” She called over her shoulder as she hurried out of the dining room.

Gathering up her skirts in her hands, she began to climb the stairs. She often found herself wishing it were socially acceptable for Shadowhunter woman to spend all their time in the tight and comfortable gear rather than corsets and heavy skirts, which she felt could be saved for special events only. She was still contemplating this when she rapped her knuckles on Christopher’s bedroom door.

“Good morning, bach!” She waited for a response. Nothing.

Then she heard a small pop! and her stomach dropped.

She knocked again, more insistently this time. “Christopher?”

“Just coming, Ma!” There was a small plume of smoke coming from under the door now. 

Cecily shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Angel give me strength. “Christopher, I’m coming in.”

Tentatively, she opened the door. She saw her son, goggles sitting crookedly on his head, tongue slightly out his mouth in concentration, his lilac eyes fixed on the smouldering beaker in his right hand that he was transferring the contents of into another beaker in his left. She also saw the state of his pyjamas, which were charred at the cuffs of his sleeves and stained with an unknown blue liquid down the front.

She slowly shook her head before lowering it into her hands.

“Darling, those pyjamas were new!” Her voice was muffled. “And we talked about experiments before breakfast!” She sighed, deeply - again.

Christopher, finished whatever it was he was doing, placed the beakers down and went over to his mother. He put a gentle hand on her shoulder and she could feel the excited energy that was radiating off him. 

“I know, Ma, I’m sorry,” As she looked up, and he smiled his lazy, easy grin at her. She felt her heart expand with an all encompassing love for her Christopher, her genius, and all annoyance was immediately forgotten. She reached up -  he was quite a bit taller than her now - and ruffled his hair just as she heard the doorbell. 

“Oh! That’ll be Anna,” She heard their servant, Mary, open the door and Anna’s rich, familiar voice drifting up the stairs. Cecily narrowed her eyes and looked Christopher up and down, surveying the damage. “You’re not hurt are you?” He shook his head and his goggles fell down onto his nose, so she plucked them off and discarded them on the chest of drawers by the door. “Then you’ll have to do. Come on, and do tell me what you were doing as we go.”

As they made their way down the stairs, Christopher spoke very animatedly and very fast. Cecily was sure she heard the words “Uncle Henry”, “Magnesium” and possibly even “Arsenic” but she did not quite catch or understand the rest. She simply took a leaf out of Gabriel’s book and nodded along, smiling.

They reached the dining room, and now Anna had joined Gabriel and Alexander at the breakfast table. 

Anna had very clearly not slept.

There were dark bags under eyes that were just a little too bright. Her shirtsleeves were messily rolled to her elbows and her peacock print waistcoat was undone. Her short hair was sticking out at all angles, and she was smiling very widely at Gabriel, who had an amused look on his face.

“Hullo Anna! That is a capital waistcoat you have on.” Christopher said as he seated himself next to his father at the table.

Anna was laughing about the state of Christopher’s pyjamas as Cecily sat down next to her. Cecily leaned over, grinning, and pinched her daughter’s cheek affectionately. “You look like you’ve been busy! Did you have a late night?” She teased.

Anna cast her dancing gaze towards her mother, smiling crookedly. “Dearest Mother, you wouldn't even know the half of it.”

Cecily laughed, and looked around the table at her perfectly imperfect little family. Gabriel, her love, bouncing their beautiful baby boy on his knee, glowing with the contented happiness he wore so easily these days. Christopher, destined for such great things, trying to teach his little brother to say ‘glucinum’.  And Anna, her daughter; her firstborn; her trailblazer; her shining star of hope for the future, smiling right at her.

Cecily often wondered how she managed to get so lucky.

“Mother,” Anna was poking her arm. “Come back down to earth. You look a million miles away.” 

“Just daydreaming, bach.” She raised her voice, so as to be heard from the kitchen. “Mary! Do bring Anna a coffee, will you!”

#mae 100 #mae writes #gabrily #gabriel lightwood #cecily herondale #anna lightwood #christopher lightwood #alexander lightwood #the last hours #tlh #chain of gold #tsc fanfiction #the shadowhunters chronicles #shadowhunters #tlh fanfiction #the infernal devices #tid

[julieandthefandoms]

More Fanfiction Links

So, apparently I hit a link limit on my previous post about fanfic links, and in order to remedy that, I’ll be creating this separate list in order to link more fanfics. I’ll also be continuing to add to this current list until I hit the 100 link limit again (because clearly I don’t learn), so it’ll change relatively often. 

If you haven’t seen it already, the first post is here, and has a little under 100 fanfics, and I apologize if there are any repeats. I will be relinking my own fics and the ongoing ones for any of you are interested, so yeah.

I will also be marking AUs by putting the AU they’re set in parenthesis, and marking one-shots or chaptered fics by placing an asterisk (*) by the chaptered ones. In unspecified sections, the ships/characters involved in the tory will be listed in italic. Side note, all of the following fics besides the ones in the Pine With Me section are completed, so there’s no need to worry about the completion status of the fics. Now, I have read all of these, so if anyone wants to scream about any of these with me, I got you ;)

(Fair warning, the majority of these are TDA/TLH fics... mostly because I’m rereading TDA and drowning in feelings.) 

Matthew Angst

Entreat me not to leave thee by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/625697713695195136/entreat-me-not-to-leave-thee

Runaway by themostawesomehuman/chris-top-her-lightwood

https://chris-top-her-lightwood.tumblr.com/post/626088077139509248/runaway-first-draft

Untitled Matthew Fanfic by lily-chen-deserves-better

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/626711184724426752/matthew-x-happiness-im-glad-to-see-you-again

The Boy and the Door by themostawesomehuman Math and Owen

https://themostawesomehuman.tumblr.com/post/627139370040885248/the-boy-and-the-door-owen-herondale-and-matthew

Blackdale/Thorndale/Jesse x Lucie/Whatever You Call Them

Untitled Blackdale by zzoyalantsov

https://zzoyalantsov.tumblr.com/post/625576347383857152/hey-prompt-6-for-blackdale

“Don’t Ask Me How I’ve Been” by lily-chen-deserves-better

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/625442487221338112/for-ghostjessesgirl-this-is-a-train-wreck-and

Explorations in cooking and kissing by UpsideDownCats

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2427817

Untitled Blackdale by sparow

 https://sparow.tumblr.com/post/619823878129221632/3-9-10-angst-lucie-and-jesse-gooo-if-you-can

Platonic Family Shenanigans/Fluff

“Let me guess, there’s a dead body in the closet” by lily-chen-deserves-better Thomas and Lucie

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/624804827849949185/a-shipfriendshipcharacter-a-quote-for-a

Parental Differences by affectionatelyyy Jessa family

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25431358 or here 

Max and Rafe QSA Fic by ti-bae-rius Max and Rafe

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/187093686941/rafael-and-max-qsa-fic

Paralleled by immortal-enemies Ash and Kit

https://immortal-enemies.tumblr.com/post/626282235354562560/paralleled

Untitled Heronchild by lucieblckthorn Matthew and James

https://lucieblckthorn.tumblr.com/post/626560434501287936/can-i-plz-hv-prompt-2-heronchild-again

Be Wise Enough to Wonder. Be brave and let it go. By Ineedadrinkorsleep Mark and Helen 

https://ineedadrinkorsleep.tumblr.com/post/626662185866756096/be-wise-enough-to-wonder-be-brave-and-let-it-go

Jordelia

“You Smell Nice” by lucieblckthorn

https://lucieblckthorn.tumblr.com/post/625604991095324672/congrats-on-ur-milestone-jordelia-prompt-22

The Worst Things in Life Come Free to Us by zzoyalantsov

https://zzoyalantsov.tumblr.com/post/627532126978506752/the-worst-things-in-life-come-free-to-us

Matthew/Cordelia

Untitled Math/Cordelia by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/624882185411919873/cringe-cliche-angst-fan-fic-for-a-change-lmao-idk

Untitled Math/Cordelia by emablckthorn

https://emablckthrn.tumblr.com/post/624950180429561856/i-wrote-another-fanfic-this-one-is-about-matthew

Wait before you go by immyownghostwriter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25199353

Thomastair 

Untitled Thomastair by ti-bae-rius

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/624000112834854912/thomastair-prompt

Untitled Thomastair by cordeliacarstairs1989writesstuff (Linking chapter 2; chapter 1 is linked in the post)

https://cordeliacarstairs1989writesstuff.tumblr.com/post/626392908711542785/thomstair-part-2

Braver by mysilverwords/thomaslightwood

https://mysilverwords.tumblr.com/post/627905053589651456/braver-thomas-lightwood-with-a-special-guest

Arianna

Untitled Arianna by shadowhuntersshadow-world

https://shadowhuntersshadow-world.tumblr.com/post/626412484132208640/my-first-fanfic

Herongraystairs

Poets by ashesandhoney

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5070181

Gabrily

Untitled Gabrily Fic by Inej-in-the-shadows

https://inej-in-the-shadows.tumblr.com/post/627789466399080448/gabrily-fanfic

Sizzy

”Imagine Muse B of your OTP buying Grand Theft Auto 5 and playing it every single day. Muse A doesn’t like all the violence and swearing, but after playing online with a couple of other friends, gets hooked too” by ti-bae-rius 

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/163260667541/imagine-muse-b-of-your-otp-buying-grand-theft

Many-A-Ships

As Long As I’m With You by fieryfantasybooklover Haline, Kitty, and Jemma

https://fieryfantasybooklover.tumblr.com/post/625457184103350272/as-long-as-im-with-you-a-haline-jemma-and

To Love by lily-chen-deserves-better Assorted TDA Ships (Fun Story: This Was Made To Piss Off a Homophobe) 

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/621412716168577024/to-love

Not Unlike a Fairy Tale by fieryfantasybooklover Thomastair, Cordelia, Arianna

https://fieryfantasybooklover.tumblr.com/post/626484597104033793/not-unlike-a-fairy-take-a-thomastair-arianna

Kierartina

*Untitled Kierartina by thelandunderthehilll (chapters 1-4 listed at the bottom of the post)

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/625518921255141376/fan-fic-characters-from-the-dark-artifices-by

Untitled Kierartina by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/625062005221490688/tadaaa-fanfic-in-faerie-as-i-promised-lovee

The Lucky Ones by Ineedadrinkorsleep 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20432540

Sweet Dreams by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/625868019312295936/sweet-dreams

Untitled Kierartina (Mark’s POV of why he left to save Kieran) by thelandunderthehilll

https://thelandunderthehilll.tumblr.com/post/626548752988143616/fan-fic-characters-from-the-dark-artifices-by

Kitty

Hold Me Tight While You Wait by heronthxrns

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24763507

*all my broken heartbeats by laylacarstairs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24493021/chapters/59121295

Kitty and Vine References by tsc-living

https://tsc-living.tumblr.com/post/184716251806/kitty-and-vine-references

I loved you before you even came into this world by lihtwood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24303286

Thinkin’ about you by lihtwood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24504664

I don’t miss you at all by lihtwood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022441

Begin Again by bobmcjoe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17151506

Kit Herondale: Medium Extraordinarie by rosesareredvioletsareblue

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24294493

Wherever I go, you bring me home by booksandbeanbags

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25431358

There’s nothing to be afraid of by Ineedadrinkorsleep

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17808431

Ty’s letter to Kit during TWP by Ineedadrinkorsleep

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20697002

The one thing you can never do by Ineedadrinkorsleep 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21319315

When No one’s watching by Ineedadrinkorsleep

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23427664

Blanket Forts and Bad Days by ti-bae-rius

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/165685000001/blanket-forts-and-bad-days-kitty

*Chance Encounter by ti-bae-rius

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/185651968861/chance-encounters-part-12

*I’m In Love Without You by bluesxrgent 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17008965

you make it easy by thankyouforexisting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6460615

The Bet (or: Team Rosales-Blackthorn are losers) (or: Disregard the previous statement; Team Carstairs-Blackthorn is the worst) by KallistoGray

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14940314

Follow my Lead by HPfanonezillion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13329480

aut inveniam viam aut faciam by helenblqckthorn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17144537

Challenge the Default by elliptical

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6265393

Helpless by RoseHerondale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25923886

Fire and Flood by fairchild-squad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20914937

(A Kitty AU Subsection because this is getting too long)

I wonder if you look both ways before you cross my mind by lihtwood (Kit Never Left AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18234149

Listen To Your Heart by tyherondaletrash (Quarantine AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23986390 or here 

Wayward Presence by Adoravel_Fenomeno (High School AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24530167

“I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep and I need a fake boyf ASAP” by ti-bae-rius (Modern AU)

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/175509991201/kitty-au-i-told-my-sister-i-have-a-boyfriend-so

*Soulmate AU by ti-bae-rius (Soulmate AU)

Part 1: https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/179216171251/soulmate-au-kitty-part-1-of-2-based-on-the

Part 2: https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/179216179081/soulmate-au-kitty-part-2-of-2

Highschool Kitty AU by ti-bae-rius (High School AU)

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13268350/1/High-School-AU-Kitty

Living out a life of royalty by Adoravel_Fenomeno (Kitty Faerie AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25862785

Eyes are the Windows to the Soul by orphan_account (Soulmate AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9375944

Summertime by Adoravel_Fenomeno (Childhood Friends AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25936528

On the wheel that winds on forever by Adoravel_Fenomeno (Fallen Angel AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25994482

The art of letting go by Adoravel_Fenomeno (Artist/Muse Fake Dating AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26070262

Haline

Like I’m Gonna Lose You by lily-chen-deserves-better

https://lily-chen-deserves-better.tumblr.com/post/623086630335627264/like-im-going-to-lose-you

“It’s 3 in the morning” by Thomastair

https://thomastair.tumblr.com/post/617963730194628608/could-you-please-do-3-for-haline

Don’t let those basterds get you down by Ineedadrinkorsleep

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19747804

“I tried to rescue you from being mugged but instead I got knocked out and you had to take me to the hospital after having your wallet stolen” by ti-bae-rius (Modern AU)

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/178764126786/haline-au-i-tried-to-rescue-you-from-being

Diana/Gwyn

Dance with me? by ti-bae-rius

https://ti-bae-rius.tumblr.com/post/165303275646/gwynburn-dance-with-me

Pine With Me (Ongoing Fics)

*You’re my rock, my colorado by lihtwood (Brooklyn 99 Kitty AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24505048

*Popsicle Stick Homes and Construction Paper Hearts by GinnyRose (Thomastair Modern AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24132592/chapters/58103440

*A Last Chance by CrimzieLightwood (Thomastair)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24149710/chapters/58151143

*time to dance on sorrows by fairchild-squad (Time Travel AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24842437/chapters/60093769

*new blooms by fairchild-squad (Blackdale Flower Shop AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24830689

*The Sibling Matchmakers Club by affectionatelyyy (A Herongraystairs Parent Trap AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25601440 or here

Extremely Well Written Pieces That Make My Heart Hurt

For better or for worse, I am alive by Ineedadrinkorsleep Kit Herondale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18740581

I used to say there’s no such thing as we by Ineedadrinkorsleep Ty Blackthorn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22935322

Some Of My Own Work 

If Crazy=Genius, The Herondales, Fairchilds, Blackthorns, and Carstairs Would Have 162 IQ by TimeToTravel Jordelia, Thomastair, Jessa, and Blackdale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23194744

What Is And What Should Never Be by TimeToTravel Jordelia and Thomastair

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23272336

Maybe There’s Something There That Wasn’t There Before by TimeToTravel Jordelia and Thomastair

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23439985

Days Past: Paris 1902 by TimeToTravel Thomastair

Either: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24015850 or here

Bring Back What Once Was Mine by TimeToTravel Blackdale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24042889

Heaven and Hell by TimeToTravel Grace and Christopher

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24192601 or here

Free To Be You And Me by TimeToTravel Arianna

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24466879 or here

We’ll Meet Again by TimeToTravel (Herongraystairs Supernatural and TSC epic crossover) 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24621490

Breeding Cannibal Ducks by TimeToTravel Platonic Heronstairs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24761302 or here

Idris Weekly: The Millionaire Murder by TimeToTravel and LivingInTheNever (Blackdale Detective AU) 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24898957

A Perfect Day by TimeToTravel Blackdale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24919912 or here

Best Day of Our Lives by TimeToTravel Kitty, Heline, Kierartine, and Jemma

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25737559 or here

This was quite long, so I’m just going to leave the key here again:

* = multi-chaptered fics 

(Parenthesis) = AU

If in a non ship subsection: 

Italics = ships/characters in story

#tsc #the last hours #the dark artifices #tda fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic links #tlh fanfic #matthew fairchild #jesse blackthorn #lucie herondale #jesse x lucie #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #sizzy #grace blackthorn #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #james x cordelia #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kit x ty #kieran kingson #cristina mendoza rosales #mark blackthorn #kierarktina #helen blackthorn

[heronchildlove]

@stardust--stories said: OMG YOU BET ILL BE MAKING A LIST OF PROMPTS FOR YOU!! I literally just stalked your AOx3 account and bookmarked every heronchild fic you’ve written to read. I’m ready for hell!!!

Ooops, sorry, dear, but if you are talking about @stargirl36, that’s not us! Her fics are really amazing though and definitely worth the read :)

So far, all the heronchild fics I have written have been here on the tumblr, you can find them in this tag in the blog or mixed with other ones in the fanfiction tag. I do have an AO3 account though, where I have posted fics for other ships like gabrily, heronbane, malec and jimon (and some other fandoms), if you are interested. You can find it here. 

I am gonna upload my heronchild fanfics there as well, though, as soon as I have the time :)

#the mods speak #mod nanda #reply #stardust--stories