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thrxughthenxght · 9 months

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You said to give you requests so here I am!

"Are we flirting?" "That's up to you." For gracetopher??

Lock & Key

Prompt: "Are we flirting?" "That's up to you."

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Thank you so much for this Bella!! I really like how this turned out and it's just in time for gracetopher week day 7 🤗 Thank you!

Also I haven't read CoT at all so forgive me if this isn't canon compliant. I did my best to be semi-canon. Let me know if you'd like to be on my taglist!

If Christopher wasn’t with his family or his friends he was with Grace. They were walking outside or reading in the library, but most of the time they were in Christopher’s lab, Grace preferring his home to the Fairchild household. Christopher missed the supplies Henry had but he had decent enough items in his lab, and he preferred Grace comfortable. Grace was often tense around other people, even if he tried to assure her all was well. She was quick to jump and fidget and twice she had been the first to exit a room if something startled her, always ready to exit. Now, in the light of the candles on the walls, he noticed the change in her edge.

Her shoulders were relaxed as she measured, and her knees were bent in front of her, her feet resting on the highest run of the stool she sat on. She lacked a corset so could slouch, when usually she was rigid like a log. Her hair was tied upon her head, a few bright strands falling from the hastily done updo. She wore the smallest pair of goggles he could find, and they framed her icy eyes, letting the light illuminate the iris'. Her lips were pressed in a hard line, a slight squint to her features in the thinning of her eyes and wrinkles of her nose. She was deep in thought with that face, and Christopher was both shocked and mortified when she suddenly looked up.

She raised an eyebrow at his staring, and he turned away. "Apol-apologies," he murmured softly, trying to focus on his notes. "You were very focused."

The goggles made a soft noise when the leather scraped the wood. She walked over to him, peering over his arm at the notes. "You're allowed to look at me," she said. "You're not the type to hurt a woman because you find her attractive."

"I wouldn't- I, um-" he sputtered for a moment, tripping over words as he did his own feet when he stepped backwards. He fell on all fours, his rear hitting the stone floor and a grunt flying from his mouth, cutting off his scramble for a response. They stared at each other for a few long moments, then Grace quickly turned away and covered her mouth. Christopher shot up, dusting himself off in the few steps it took him to get over to her. His hand hovered over her shoulder. "Did I startle you? I'm sorry-" Her shoulders started to shake gently and when she looked up he saw the crinkle by her eyes, but no tears. He furrowed his brow. "Are you... Are you laughing or crying? Because I'm not quite sure."

She let her hand fall, and a wide grin was on her face as she laughed gently. He started to lower his hand, relieved he hadn't upset her. He knew she was sensitive to sudden things, whether it be words or movements or memories. He smiled when her laugh got louder, and simply stood and watched her attempt to compose herself. "You fell," she giggled. "Am I truly that frightening?"

He crossed his arms and tried to further straighten his spine. "Grace Blackthorn, you are terrifying."

She smiled. "I'm just a woman."

"And a brilliant one at that."

She shifted to lean on the desk, smiling softer now, but it was close to something mischievous. "Am I not seductive enough for you?"

"That is not a part of your danger."

"No?"

"No. Some people can be seduced. Everyone can be outsmarted."

She smiled. "Well, then I guess we're very dangerous people."

"Indeed." For a moment it was silent, and Christopher cleared his throat. He shifted and broke his stance, looking down before meeting her soft, thunderous eyes. "Is this flirting?"

She shrugged and crossed her arms, tilting her head at him. More of her hair fell to the side. "It could be."

"Are we flirting?"

"That's up to you."

He stood still, trying to understand what she wanted him to do. It occurred to him that many times she had stated she trusted him, but he didn't want to break that trust. Grace was also a person he could spend him time with that involved his primary joys and interests. He loved his friends but he felt best alone with Grace in his lab, their lab. He wanted Grace to be... something, anything. Not to be his but to be theirs. He wanted everything to be theirs. His heart, her strength, his intelligence, her brilliance. He wanted them to be something beyond a friendship but he'd simply never had that before and it was frightening for him. All of Grace's experiences with such things were part of the reason she did not believe in herself or other people, and that scared Christopher most of all. He couldn't bear to be another man on the list of those who wanted her only to hurt her in some way.

"I think-" he snapped his mouth shut, correcting himself. He said he "thought" things far too often when he did in fact know things. "I would like us to be flirting."

She grinned. "So would I."

He lifted his hands gently, as though she could hand him answers. It would be much simpler that way. "What happens now?"

"Well," she said softly, pushing herself off the desk and walking to him until their chests were barely an inch apart. "I would be alright if you wanted to kiss me. Or... touch me, I suppose."

He shook his head. "You want me to do something?"

"Do you not want to?"

"I am frightened to."

She nodded, but her smile was never gone, just a little flicker of light to guide his lips to hers. It was gentle, just a small peck on each other's lips, but it was enough to make Christopher's face warm. She drew back by falling off her toes to her heels and opened her eyes. He blinked for a moment, then started to pull at his sleeve.

"Kiss me again?" She nodded, and he saw a light pink pulling at the snowy complexion of her face.

With another push to her toes she connected their lips again, but this time it was longer. His heart thumped, and another part of his anatomy wanted to join in but he wouldn't allow anything to ruin this; This rush of emotion and immense joy he felt now that he knew Grace wanted him in what was hopefully a similar sort of affection. He could only trust his brain and Grace at the moment, and when his brain slowed that trust fell to solely Grace, but he was quick to trust her to lead him wherever his heart desired. Sometimes it seemed she knew him better than he did. He had seen Matthew kiss girls before, had seen James kiss Cordelia, but he didn't want to do anything James might have done and he didn't fully trust Matthew to be his romantic guide. Instead of wrapping his arms around her he simply rested his hands on her arms, pulling her gently to him and leaning his head down so she didn't have to reach for his lips. Their chests pressed together, and she wrapped her arms around his forearms in return, much like a lock and key clicking into place.

They drew away from each other, and Grace relaxed against him, placing her head on his chest. He stiffened, but took a deep breath when she placed a hand over his heart. "Are you alright?"

She asked, turning her head and looking up at him. He frowned. "Me? I'm fine. Are you?"

She smiled gently. "More than fine, Christopher. I'm very happy."

His smile was quick and light, and he put a gentle kiss to her head, making sure to lean slowly in the event she wasn't happy with the action."I'm glad. I am not one for romance, but," he shook his head, "I have never met someone so wonderful."

She ran her other hand along his arm in soothing lines. "And I have never wanted to love someone so much."

"You could love me?"

"Anyone could love you."

He adjusted his glasses. "I'm not quite sure."

She shook her head. "I know it."

"Then love me."

She laughed gently. "It's not so simple."

"Do you understand love, then?"

"Not in the slightest. Though," she glanced down at the hand that ran the length of his arm. "I'm sure it's like an equation. You need multiple components and some time, then everything will fall into place."

He smiled. "That sounds quite nice."

"Then maybe we should work on it," she looked back up, her gaze so gentle he wanted to hold her closer. "Together."

Together was all it would take, just like many of their experiments. They could go through everything step by step, hand in hand, double checking and erasing their mistakes to make it right. They would figure out how to love, how to be together, as one. That seemed the perfect thing to him, two parts of a whole. One mind and one heart split into two people. That was how they could love, in small pieces they would eventually pick up and fit back together. It was as simple as a lock and a key, with the same hidden depths and perfect unison.

He nodded. "Together."

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gracetopher-week · 9 months

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Hello everyone and thank you for your participation and support of Gracetopher Week! We had an excellent "Canon What Canon?" last day.

We're super happy we got so much participation this year. We take late submissions until the end of the month. Thank you and happy Gracetopher week!

#gracetopher week #christopher lightwood #grace blackthorn #gracetopher #the last hours #tlh #tsc #grace cartwright #grace x christopher #chain of gold #christopher x grace #christopher lightwood lives #gracetopher week 2023 #chain of iron #chain of thorns #the last hours series #tlh series

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zoyalannister · 9 months

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Gracetopher week 2023, Day 2: Headcanon

Now it's easier counting the headcanons I don't have about Gracetopher since I spam mine all year round lmao.

Today's headcanon is that they liked each other in ChoT, Grace basically says that she never felt like that with anyone and Christopher acts like he has a crush on her, also calling her "my unfinished business". I think that if he didn't die, in the epilogue they would have been a couple.

(I know what you are probably thinking, "But ZL, how can the other be okay with Grace being with Kit?" Well, if they are okay with Thomas dating Alastair who tried actively to kill James in the Academy years and is the cause of Matt's addiction, they can be okay with Kit dating Grace too).

#grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #gracetopher week #gracetopher #gracetopher best ship

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gracetopher-week · 9 months

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Gracetopher Week: 2023 Event

Hello fellow gracetopher lovers! Welcome to Gracetopher Week where we celebrate gracetopher and ignore canon following Chain of Iron. We hosted Gracetopher Week last year and we're super excited to do it again this year! No pressure to participate but we'd love it if you would spread the word and support our wonderful TSC creators and fans this week 🤍. This is also a fun way to keep the fandom alive after TLH has been finished.

Day 1, August 1:

We're going to start simple. Reblog day!

Recommend or just reblog a few fics, art pieces, headcanons, or anything else Gracetopher that you've enjoyed and tag it: #gracetopher week.

Support each other and help people find more content for our underrated ship.

Day 2, August 2:

Because everyone usually has varying ideas about a ship/characters in a story: Headcanon day!

Tell us your thoughts/ideas and headcanons about gracetopher. Post a list or just one headcanon or submit a post/send an ask to a gracetopher creator/blog you know of. Don't forget to tag!

Headcanons are an excellent way to lead up to days 3 and 4 and 6!

Day 3, August 3:

Fic day! Today is for the writers!

Today is a short fic day and we recommend only one shots and drabbles because we'll be posting an AU/Canon Divergence day later, but long one shots are always welcome. Tag with #gracetopher week.

Support your fellow writers/fandom writers!

Day 4, August 4:

AU Day!! And it's a free for all!

Write/Draw/Headcanon/Explain any AU you can possibly thank up for Gracetopher. Don't forget to tag!

There's a lot of ways to create for this, and any AU is welcome!

Day 5, August 5:

A little break from writing anything, whether it be fics or headcanons. Edit Day!

Make an edit or post a picture or make something visual for gracetopher! Simple or complex.

We love to see the variations in edits and there's a lot of different ways to create them. Have fun with this one especially! Be sure to tag with #gracetopher week.

Day 6, August 6:

Fanart Day! Everyone has hopefully had enough time to prepare something special for later in the week.

Post fanart for our lovely couple. It can be one or both of them and any artists/art style amount of drawings are welcome.

Support your artists and fellow creators today!

Day 7, August 7:

We're going off with a bang since we're all still recovering from CoT. We have special instructions for today!

Tell us your headcanons and ideas or create something, anything, for Grace and Christopher in canon. They're happy healthy and living happily ever after today. Make sure to tag it as follows: #gracetopher week AND #christopher lightwood lives!

Canon isn't here today.

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Thank you all so much for celebrating and we're so happy to host another gracetopher week. Feel free to @ us but we'll be browsing the tags for content to reblog here. You can find most posts and creations on this blog if you don't know where to look. Happy Gracetopher Week! 🤍

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zoyalannister · 9 months

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Gracetopher week 2023, day 3: Fic day

So, as already anticipated, the first half of Endless Sunlight, Chapter 1. I remind you that I had to cut it short because there are elements that could cost me the ban, but obviously on Ao3 you will find the whole chapter uncensored.

Arc I: Captive

Chapter 1

Grace put her backpack down and cautiously got close to the window. In the moonlight she could see that the road was clear.

She finally conceded herself the luxury of relaxing.

Grace didn’t know exactly how much time had passed since she arrived in Thule, but she had a very good idea. She’d counted all the times she got her courses, and it was up to thirty-nine.

Which meant she'd spent about three years in that Raziel-forsaken dimension.

A part of her was proud: she survived Christopher's minions–and the man himself–for three years, while he apparently expected to kill her off easily.

Another part was just exhausted: living three years on the run, always scared that Christopher’s servants may find her was just draining, both physically and mentally.

Grace could feel that this life changed more than she was ready to admit.

Back in the Institute of her own dimension, when she used to train with Sophie or Cecily, she knew that neither woman meant any harm, and that the worst that could come out of those sessions was going back home with her muscle aching and bruises on her porcelain skin.

Instead, the wrong move when fighting the men and women hunting her meant certain death.

Also, back in her world, Grace had only fought the Watchers and demons. Killing them hadn’t been too hard–mentally, speaking at least. But since she arrived in this world, she'd had to kill at least fifteen people.

Grace could only sleep the night repeating herself that it was her or them.

She took another look out of the window, guided by the paranoia she’d developed by the chase started by that wicked version of Christopher, and thankfully no one was there yet. She grabbed her backpack and emptied it.

Three steles, seven throwing knives, a dagger, a few empty vials and some material she scavenged in the last few days, without counting the ones she used to set up traps downstairs. Grace started mixing the compounds in the vials and she saw the solutions changing color.

She had explosives to survive this night, if someone came looking for her.

The bigger problem was that she'd finished her food the night before and she couldn’t find anything all day. Now it was too risky leaving her shelter, so she would just ignore her hunger until she found something else.

She took a flask that she stole about four months ago from a mundane house and she drank a sip of whiskey. The cold wasn’t so unbearable anymore.

It had become a kind of tradition, since the day she found the flask was about her twenty-second birthday, and she cheered with herself raising it and conceding herself a long sip of alcohol.

(Actually she didn’t know how precise her count was, and as far as Grace knew, it could have been well past three weeks after her birthday).

Whiskey was good against the cold, which turned out to be good since that winter the temperature seemed to go even lower than the other years Grace spent in Thule. She never risked drinking too much, since it had happened that Christopher's servant had found her improvised shelters during the night, and the last thing she wanted was being unable to fight back because she was too drunk.

Grace took a deep breath.

Unfortunately, her informations were still limited. She had to keep herself alive, so finding out why Christopher had turned out to be that monster wasn’t on her priority list.

But she could say with relative certainty that Christopher was the only Shadowhunter in London. Mundanes referred to him as the Shadowhunter, and when Grace went to the Institute to retrieve some weapon supply, about six months after her arrival in Thule, she found it eerily deserted, the only noise the echo of her steps.

She’d never had too much time to think about it, but she hoped they were in Idris. The alternative was so disturbing that she refused to even think about it.

Grace chased the thoughts away and lied down onto the floor, covering herself with the windbreaker she had when she arrived in Thule–that now was ruined and torn. She would sleep for three hours, then she would draw an Energy rune and she would run again to find another abandoned house or to seek refuge at some mundane's place.

Grace closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep–

A noise.

She bolted up.

They found her already. Grace cursed silently as she drew runes of Speed, Swiftness and Strength on her arm. At the last moment, she decided to add a Balance rune at her ankles as the first scream reached her.

Someone fell for her trap. Grace grabbed the explosives and got herself ready. As the door was opened, she threw it. The mundane yelled in pain as the explosion got him in flames.

She understood it would be over soon because there were too many. This time, their master wanted to be sure to kill her. Grace threw more explosives, they all avoided them and at some point she was reached by his voice.

“Give up, you can’t run now.”

A shiver of terror went down her spine.

Christopher came into the room, more imposing than he’d ever been as a teenager. His beautiful violet eyes were filled with hatred and dark amusement, his mouth bent in a wicked grin.

Grace would have never thought about describing Christopher as terrifying, but the man in front of her couldn't have been defined in any other way.

He was holding his sword, several shades darker than normal steel, and pointed it her at her throat.

#ao3 #author talks #gracetopher fanfiction #grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #gracetopher #gracetopher week #endless sunlight

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zoyalannister · 9 months

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Gracetopher week 2023, Day 5: Edit

So, I'm totally unable to use graphic programs, but I gave it a try with Canva and I'm not too grossed out by the result, so I will share it.

Since I'm a self-referential person, the edits are about Endless Sunlight.

#ao3 #author talks #gracetopher fanfiction #grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #gracetopher #gracetopher week

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zoyalannister · 9 months

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Gracetopher week 2023, Day 4: AU

I've had this idea while I was doing my annual rewatch on the 4th of May (and some of you already understood where I'm going with it) and I thought about this plot that I'm too lazy to write, so if you want feel free to take it and write it yourself :D

It's a Star Wars AU where Grace is a former Sith who left the order because at some point she understood that her master, Tatiana, was crazy and abusive and she never really liked that life, so she left and threw away the red lightsaber. She starts travelling alone in the galaxy until she meets Christopher, who travels solo to pursue his research about life and technology in other planets. They start travelling together both because Grace is interested in his research and both because she is worried that he may be attacked by bounty hunters/criminals/Siths. So they bond over their travel and their research until Grace opens up and tells him about her past, Kit doesn't judge her and tells her that it's never too late to change the course of her life, and that she could use her skills with the Force and the lightsaber to serve the Light. He reveals that he has some contruction diagrams for the lightsabers (I hadn't thought about how, but I like the idea that Anna is a Jedi and somehow she could pass him the classified information because I'm a softie for the Lightwood siblings supporting each other--maybe Kit could also let slip that Anna isn't a very devoted Jedi because she has a relationship with another Jedi, Ari) and proposes to build Grace a new one. She's hesitant at first, then she accepts and when he's building it, he asks her which colour she wants her Kyber crystal (the one that gives the colour of the lightsaber, for the ones who are not as crazy as me about this saga). Grace looks at him in the eye and says "Violet".

Congratulations if you went through all my delirium, I hope someone pitches this because I have no intention of writing it myself ;)

#grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #gracetopher #gracetopher week #au day

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