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godheadjones · 2 years

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On the Other Side?

“On the other side?”

She reached out her hand, looking at me with those big loving eyes of hers. “Trust me. It’s not so bad here.”

I took her hand, and completed the step from the sand and the water.

I chuckled. “It’s not so bad.”

“See, what did I tell you? The other side has its perks.” She smiled at me, and my heart soared a thousand miles.

---

She smiled at me, like any stranger would.

“Hi?” I asked, my hands shoved awkwardly in my pockets.

“Hi,” she echoed. “I’m Cordelia.”

“I’m… James…”

She nodded. “That’s a nice name.”

“Yeah, I got it for my birthday.”

She giggled. And I might not have fallen in love then, but I knew that she and I would be together for a long time.

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“On the other side?”

She reached out her hand, looking at me with those big loving eyes of hers. “Trust me. It’s not so bad here.”

I took her hand, and completed the step from the sand and the water.

I chuckled. “It’s not so bad.”

“See, what did I tell you? The other side has its perks.” She smiled at me, and my heart soared a thousand miles.

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I looked at my girlfriend for the last time that day.

Cordelia was leaving for the year, to spend a year in Persia, where she had spent most of her life. Her red hair glaried in the sun. “I’ll be back before you know it. Wait for me.”

I nodded. It was all I could do. All I could ever do.

She left my life with a single step.

---

There was a girl at my door.

Her white hair blinded me. I looked at her with a concerned glance.

“I’m Grace,” she offered seductively. “And you?”

“James, but I’m taken. Sorry, Miss Grace.”

She pouted her lips. “That’s too bad. And I had this lovely bracelet.” She lifted her hand and showed it to me. On her wrist was a delicate bracelet, and I could briefly read the words Loyaulté Me Lie.

My French was not so good, but I remembered a little bit from my classes.

Loyalty Binds Me.

I held her wrist in the palm of my hand. “This is beautiful. Could I take it for my girlfriend?”

She nodded. “Of course. It’s a gift for you anyways.”

I took it off her wrist and thanked her.

“Just be sure not to lose it. I’d suggest wearing it yourself until this girlfriend of yours arrives.”

---

“James? Is something wrong?”

I looked at Cordelia. She was beautiful, her dark skin complimented by her red hair and black eyes. But the feelings I had before she left had changed now.

She was no longer the love of my life.

But I could not tell her this. It would crush her.

“No, no, I’m good. Are you?”

She nodded. “Actually, I need to tell you something.”

I knew that whatever she told me, I wouldn’t look at her the same.

But I already looked at her with loveless eyes, so what else could she say to change that?

“I’m pregnant, James.”

---

“James, is something wrong?”

Grace had been meeting at my apartment, where I lived with my friends, in secret. I couldn’t bring myself to choose between Cordelia and Grace.

“Yeah, Grace, there is. My girlfriend is pregnant. She’s pregnant and I can’t feel anything other than regret.”

She grabbed my wrist, the one where her bracelet still sat. I pulled my wrist away from her.

“Take your bracelet, Grace. We’re done.”

I unclipped the bracelet from my wrist and tossed it into her lap.

---

There was a girl at my door.

Cordelia was there. She looked more pregnant now than when she first told me.

We stood in that hall, awkwardly.

“I never told you if the child was yours.”

“Is it?” I asked. If she hooked up with another guy then that could excuse my cheating on her with Grace.

But I knew the answer before she said it.

“Yes, James. It’s yours. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I was scared, I-”

I cut her off. “Hey, hey.” There was something so sweet about the way she stood on my doorstep, crying over our unborn child.

As if a spell was lifted, I remembered my love for her.

“Whatever happens to this child, I’m here for it. Okay? I promise. I’ll never leave it. Or you.”

---

I looked at my girlfriend for the last time that day.

She was being rushed to the delivery room, her cries of pain making me feel like crying.

This was it. The moment I became a father, and the moment Cordelia and I started a family together.

Her eyes found mine in the rush of everything. She smiled at me. I knew then that I was in love with her. That I always would be.

---

“On the other side?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes, that’s where your son will be, but the mother is still in the private room.”

I nodded back at the doctor. “Of course.” He left me to face the glass of the NICU. Although I didn’t know what he looked like, I searched for my son.

And I found him.

His eyes were as black as his mother’s, his skin a wonderful mix of mine and Cordelia’s and his hair flaring the same red.

He was perfect.

And he was mine.

“Code Blue, Code Blue in Room 314.”

314. Cordelia’s room.

No no no I was not going to lose her. Not today. She wouldn’t dare die today. She couldn't die today.

I rushed my way to her room. I needed to see for myself, needed to see she was fine, she was going to be fine, she had to be fine. I would not lose her.

The doctors ran along beside me, but they couldn’t have matched my pace, not even if they tried.

“CORDELIA!” I cried. “CORDELIA!”

I burst into tears as I finally made it to her room. The doctors in her room were doing everything but nothing to keep her alive.

Her eyes met mine, and I wept even harder. “Cordelia…” I breathed.

Before her eyelids shut and life left her, she smiled at me, like any stranger would.

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word count: 977

fandom: shadowhunters

ship: jordelia (james x cordelia)

chapters: 1/1

thanks @writing-prompt-s for inspiring this yet again i love your blog

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zoyalannister · 11 months

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Fanfiction Masterlist

Since I was asked about my fanfics and where to find them, I decided to make a Masterlist. Maybe it will be easier for you and myself.

The Last Flowers

A series which integrates and corrects TLH canon. It comprises four long fics, a collection of missing moments one-shots and three oneshots as epilogues. I'm writing this series with @fimproda.

This series has many delicate themes, so, please, read all the TWs before reading.

Here are the single fanfics of this series:

Hydrangea: the 1st longfic, it's mostly about Gracetopher (kind of). Set between Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron. [Complete]

Daisy: the 2nd longfic, it's mostly about Jordelia, but unlike canon they can talk to each other like normal human beings. Set during Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron. [Ongoing, 5/6 chapters]

Chrysanthemum: the 3rd longfic, it will be a correction of all the nonsense that happens in Chain of Thorns. It will be about Gracetopher and Jordelia, but also AriAanna and Thomastair will have a minor role. (Not published yet).

Petals: a collection of one shots of missing moments from the rest of the long fics. [Ongoing, 3/6 chapters]

Geranium: I like to call it Hydrangea AU, it starts with the same premise but it goes in a totally different direction. It's mostly about Cecily and Grace having a mother-daughter relationship, but Gracetopher is a secondary relationship and AriAnna will have a minor role later on. It's independent from the rest of TLF and can be read separately. [Ongoing, 4/8 chapters]

Levander: the Thomastair epilogue, set after Chrysanthemum. (Not published yet).

Acacia: the AriAnna epilogue, set after Chrysanthemum. (Not published yet).

Night-blooming Jasmine: the Gracetopher epilogue, set after Chrysanthemum. (Not published yet).

Gracetopher

Exothermic: a Bridgerton-like fanfic that starts from the premise "What if Cecily got Herondale Manor instead of Will?" [Complete]

How (not) to end a feud: a fanfic where the clave is tired of the Lightwood-Blackthorn feud and decides to settle the matter down with a wedding. [Complete]

Endless Sunlight: a fanfic set after ChoT where Grace is obsessed by the idea of finding Christopher in another dimension, but once she arrives there she finds out that Christopher isn't the same kind and caring guy he was in her universe. Or, the self indulgent villain!Christopher fanfic. [Ongoing, 7/21 chapters]

What happens in the lab... : a PWP fanfic.

What happens in the carriage... : another PWP fanfic.

What happens in the hotel room... : the return of PWP.

Gabrily

Still insists she sees the ghosts: Cecily is accused of something she didn't do and her tale goes through two different parts of her life. [Ongoing, 4/8 chapters]

Bad luck: Morden!AU, it should be a commedy but my humour is broken and I can't gaurantee other people will find it funny. (Not published yet)

Across the PWPverse: a series of 3 PWP one shots connected with each other, but that can be read separately.

That one time in Chiswick Manor: a PWP where Cecily goes to Benedict Lightwood’s party and meets an interesting person.

That one time in the Institute: a PWP where Gabriel owes a favour to Cecily.

That one time in Southampton: a PWP where Gabriel is forced to admit that he’s wrong about something.

Lightwood family (Gabrily)

Balance: Modern!AU, no plot. Just Cecily Lightwood trying to balance work, marriage, motherhood and life in general. It will be a collection of short one shots (about 500/1000 words each) independent from each other. [Ongoing, 1/35 chapters].

Bloodbound: A fanfic inspired by Winter Soldier and Throne of glass series. Gabriel is declared dead despite his body was never found, and after fifteen years some members of the Clave are murdered by a hooded humanoid figure who holds two blades of dark Adamas. Or, what TLH could have been if the main characters were the Lightwoods and if Belial was a real villain and not a clown. Main ships: Gabrily, Gracetopher, AriAnna. (Not published yet).

Extra

A collection of the extra of all my fanfics. These posts will delve into some aspects if my fics.

Endless Sunlight: The planimetry of Chiswick Manor; The gardens of Chiswick Manor, Playlist, Random facts about Matthias Greene, Random facts about Oliver Whisperford.

#ao3 #author talks #gracetopher fanfiction #gabrily fanfiction #grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #gracetopher #cecily lightwood #gabrily #gabriel lightwood #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #anna lightwood #ari bridgestock

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theheartsmistakes · 3 years

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Any Other Name

.Chapter 1.

The London Institute hadn’t changed in the five years since Cordelia had last seen it. Its pointed rooftops disappeared into the alloy colored clouds that perpetually covered the sky of London making Cordelia sometimes wonder if underneath the constant precipitation the sky was purple or grey rather than blue. The arched glossy windows reflected the view of the city with the billowing smoke from the factories, the lines from the bridges, and the diamond-like flecks that glittered off of the Thames.

It rivaled the Institute in Tehran in size alone, but otherwise, the cold, steel gray of the stones had nothing on the warmth and light of the sand-colored building that she had been living in for the past five years. Already she missed the way the sun warmed the inside of the building and filled the rooms with its light that sent fractals of color off of the beads that adorned the bright colored drapes in her bedroom. She missed the smells of spices, burning applewood, and whatever flower bloomed wildly in that season as she walked the crowded merchant-lined streets.

She’d only been in London all of ten minutes and already she wanted to climb back through the portal and take her grandmother up on her offer to let her live there with her in her small one-bedroom flat.

“We are a family,” said her father proudly when he informed them at the dinner table only a week before that they (he) were offered the position to be head of the London Institute after the removal of William and Tessa Herondale. “This is a family decision. No one is staying behind. We are moving as a family.”

It didn’t feel like a family decision when he removed her bedroom door after she’d locked herself in for twenty-four hours in protest.

One year, she told herself. One measly little year in the dreary, desolate wasteland that was London, and then she would be eighteen and free to make her own decisions including where she wanted to live.

Her older brother Alastair, the bastard, had turned eighteen only a month ago and had opted to remain in Tehran to help oversee the Institute until the Clave found a family to take over. Cordelia bristled at the idea of someone else living in her room which she’d just managed to decorate according to her taste. What if they turned it into a boring old office or Angel forbid a crafts room.

Never, in her seventeen years, did she hate her parents. Not for any reason for they were quite good parents. They let her go out with her friends any night of the week she wanted, they supported her in whatever protest or interest she happened to be on even if it pertained to mundane issues, and she rather liked spending time with them when she wasn’t training or out in the city with her small, but loyal group of friends.

Her friends.

They’d only said goodbye a few hours ago, but she’d at least hoped for one fire message of encouragement to help her through these trying times.

She’d scold them for it later.

When she’d come to London as a child during her parent's annual Clave meetings, the only enjoyable part of being here visiting with the ever eccentric Lucie Herondale. They’d become fast friends when they first met at ten years old and remained in touch either through fire messages, the occasional visits, or annual Clave meetings. Until about six months, when all correspondence stopped. Cordelia sent her dozens of messages, but none of them were answered. When she attempted to call from a city payphone on the landline she knew Lucie kept, the automated message said the phone number had been disconnected.

Cordelia wondered if it was something that she had done or said that upset Lucie. That was until a week ago when her parents sat down with her and her brother and told them of the Clave’s decision to exile the Herondale’s for their demon blood.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard!” Cordelia yelled when her parents informed both her and Alastair. “They’re exiled? What does that even mean?”

“It means they’re no longer considered Shadowhunters,” said Alastair from where he sat across from her at the dining room table. He was rather unperturbed by the situation which didn’t surprise Cordelia in the least. He never liked the Herondale’s; least of all James Herondale, Lucie’s older brother.

“I know what it means, Alastair, I’m being dramatic,” snapped Cordelia. “What did they do to deserve this? Will has always been an esteemed member of the Clave and Tessa as well. They can’t do this to them!”

Elias, Cordelia’s traitorous father looked to her mother Sona for assistance but her mother looked just as angry as Cordelia felt.

“It’s all to do with their blood,” said Elias carefully.

“Their blood?” Cordelia said as if he’d just announced he was infected with some virulent disease.

“Bigotry, darling,” said Sona and glanced at him over the edge of the purple scarf that concealed her hair. “I think the word you are looking for is ‘bigotry’.”

“No,” said Elias. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Why not,” said Sona, flippantly. “It’s not as if the Clave is here to hear you. We’ve always been honest with the children, it won’t do to stop now.”

“Sona, please.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. This was an argument that they have had before and did not side with one another. “We agreed to be a unified front.”

“I agreed to no such thing,” said Sona and turned her gaze to Cordelia. “The Clave upon hearing that Tessa’s father is the greater demon Belial, has decided that despite her angelic heritage, her blood is tainted and we cannot allow tainted blood into the community in fear that her demon-side will eventually take over and she— or her children— will be responsible for something horrendous which is the nature of their kind.”

Cordelia gapped like a landlocked fish. “That’s the most idiotic thing I have ever heard!”

Sona nodded.

“Tessa is one of the kindest, sweetest, most good-natured people that I have ever met!” Her voice inched up an octave that had Alastair grimacing. She didn’t care. This was criminal. This went against everything she’d ever believed. Tessa was someone as close to an aunt as Cordelia would ever have. “Doesn’t the angelic blood dominate the demon side anyway!”

Sona nodded. “The Clave claims they do not have enough evidence of this and therefore cannot risk it.”

“You keep saying the Clave,” said Cordelia vehemently. “Who exactly are you referring to?”

“It’s all of them, darling,” said Elias.

Sona rolled her eyes. “Inquisitor Bridgetstock, the toad, is who I am referring to and the hoard of Clave members that he has fear-mongered into following after him. This is what we deserve for establishing a democracy.”

“You’d prefer totalitarianism?” said Elias.

Sona just shrugged again. “If it meant avoiding this lunacy, then yes, I suppose I do.”

Cordelia felt like screaming to release some of the frustration building in her chest. “What about Will?”

“His mother was a mundane,” said Elias.

“Oh.” Cordelia felt her cheeks fill with heat. “So the Clave has something against Mundanes, as well. So was Sophie Lightwood, are they going to exile her too?”

“The Clave is trying to keep the Shadowhunter bloodline pure,” said Elias, carefully, but there was a note of distaste in the last word. “Sophie ascended so therefore she is for all intents and purposes a Shadowhunter. Also, Will wouldn’t abandon Tessa or his children even if it meant keeping his marks. He was very adamant about that part.”

Cordelia slumped back against her chair and crossed her arms in a way she hadn’t done since she was a child. “So what, we’re just meant to pretend like they never existed? Is that what you’re saying?”

Both of her parents averted their eyes. Sona looked down at her hands resting in her lap and Elias stared at the plate of food he hadn’t touched in front of him. “Yes,” he finally said. “The punishment for fraternizing with ‘the exiled’ or any Downworlder unless it is for official Clave business is deemed punishable.”

Cordelia scoffed, but it was Alastair who asked, “Punishable, how?”

“It depends on the severity,” said Elias and meant to leave it at that.

“Meaning,” inquired Cordelia.

“Meaning,” said Elias in a tone that implied he was finished with this conversation. “They are not our friends, colleagues, or otherwise. They are our enemies and we are to treat them as such. They are working on making this into a new law and if broken, it could mean the stripping of your marks.”

Even Alastair’s eyebrows rose at that. “It seems the Inquisitor is finally getting what he wanted after all, a cease and desist on any camaraderie with Downworlders. He always did see them as a vile group.”

Elias nodded but reached over to put his hand on Cordelia’s arm. “I know Lucie was a dear friend.”

Cordelia’s eyes swam with tears at the mention of Lucie’s name. She couldn’t imagine what Lucie was going through now. Was she afraid, angry, lonely, feeling everything all at once? At least she had her family, but was it enough? Would it be enough for Cordelia?

“I cannot stress how important it is that you obey these laws until we can come up with a way to have them disbanded,” said Elias. “I know your heart, Layla, I see its fire at any signs of adversity and I don’t want to be the one to temper it, but I need you to be careful and believe me when I saw, I will do everything within my capabilities to fix this.” He looked at each person sitting at the table with him. “I may not agree with the Clave’s decision, but for our own protection, we must comply. Do you understand?”

“You want us to be silent,” said Cordelia.

Elias’s hand slipped from his daughter’s arm.

“Sometimes words are not enough,” said Sona on the other end of the table. “Sometimes we can speak louder with our action. We have raised you to be free-thinkers, to defend the innocent, and protect the ones that need protecting. We trust that you will use your best judgement on how to do just that.”

Cordelia uncross her arms and dropped her hands into her lap. She wanted more than anything to go to her room and try to send another fire message to Lucie; to rage about how ridiculous this all was, and let her friend know that she wasn’t alone. That not for one moment would she, Cordelia Carstairs, who once painted herself red and marched through the streets of Tehran as a message to their mundane government that she did not agree with the patriarchal rules placed on women, would go along with these laws.

She thought of the Blackthorn family motto: Lex malla, lex nulla.

A bad law is no law and how she wished she could claim it is her own.

But she couldn’t message Lucie. She didn’t even have a way to reach her and maybe Lucie didn’t want to speak to her anyway if she hadn’t even attempted to contact her in some other way.

“I hate this,” she said quietly.

“I know, Layla,” said her mother. “I know.”

“What of the Fairchilds?” asked Alastair, stirring his mashed potatoes around with his fork. “How did the Clave get Charlotte to agree to this? They’re practically family. Isn’t the blond one parabatai with the eldest of the Herondales?”

Elias sighed and nodded. “He is— was. He is being stripped of his mark this week.”

Cordelia gasped and felt as if she might vomit. “Matthew would never!”

“He didn’t have a choice,” said Elias. “It was either have his parabatai mark removed or be exiled.”

“He’d choose to be exiled.” Cordelia didn’t know Matthew Fairchild all that well, but she knew he wouldn’t abandon his dearest and oldest friend. The friend he chose to tie his own life.

“He’s not yet eighteen,” said Elias. “He cannot make that choice.”

“Charlotte is allowing this?”

“Charlotte has been removed from her place as Consul for not agreeing to any of this and is being replaced by Marcus Pounceby.”

“Marcus Pounceby!” said Alastair and Cordelia together.

Their father just nodded though his expression had grown increasingly tired. “Yes, it appears that if one just bends every which way for the Clave one can achieve a lot.”

Cordelia had to physically restrain herself from flipping the table. “This is bullshit!”

“Cordelia!” Her mother hissed. “I know you’re upset, but I won’t hear that sort of language at the table.”

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t, and saying ‘this is crap’ just didn’t justify how she felt. “I can’t believe this is happening. I thought we were supposed to be better than mundanes. This feels like its been torn directly out of one of their history books. Next they’ll have use hunting Downworlders and demons.” She couldn’t sit there any longer. She couldn’t handle any more information that made her want to portal directly to Alicante and demand they strip her of her marks. What was stopping them from exiling her family next? What if they stopped liking her hair color or decided she wasn’t fit to be a Shadowhunter because she was a woman? “May I be excused?”

“You haven’t eaten anything,” said her mother.

“I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Your mother worked—“ Elias started but Sona shook her head and said, “Yes, just clear your plate and you can go.”

——————

In the week that followed that conversation things progressively got worse. It helped that she was in Tehran with her friends, battling demons that terrorized the night and training during the day, until that fateful night when her father declared that they were moving to the London Institute.

The inside seemed as dark and cold as the outside. She didn’t remember it being this way when she visited as a girl. It used to be so full of light, but perhaps it was the people that occupied it that made it that way. Now, it seemed as lonely and depressed by their absence as Cordelia felt.

She dragged her suitcase up the flight of stairs to the second story and shuffled down the hall at a glacial pace as if every step was a concession to agreeing to live here. The hallway had holes in it where pictures were once hung by Tessa of her family and their lives there. Cordelia could remember a few: one of Tessa and Will on their wedding day, another of Tessa heavily pregnant while hanging a Christmas ornament on the tree, one of Will holding a baby, and one of all four of them together underneath the Eiffel Tower. Lucie was only six in the picture and resting her tired head on her father’s shoulder. James stood in front of his mum with a half-smile on his face and a baguette in each of his hands.

The barren walls seemed to groan and sigh as she walked past.

The door she knew to be hers was already opened, a dull strip of light came out into the hallway. Cordelia stood in front of the dark red wood of the door and nudged it open with the toe of her boot. It squeaked on its hinges as it slowly revealed the bedroom inside.

Memories of laughter crashed into her like a blast of icy, winter wind. Two little girls sitting on the massive bed, the covers were thrown over their heads with a witch light glowing between them, as they brought their collection of dolls to life in elaborate stories.

It still smelled like her— like Lucie. A mixture of Damascus roses, ink, and freshly printed papers.

Cordelia sighed and dropped her bag at her feet.

The bed was the only thing that remained of what used to be Lucie’s old bedroom. Stripped of the colorful coverlet and sheets that Lucie had chosen, it was just an old mattress with a plush, lavender velvet headboard. The only sign of there ever having been any more furniture were the marks in the wooden floorboard where Lucie’s writing desk sat and piles of dust in the corners.

“It’s not much now,” said her mother whom she hadn’t heard come up behind her. “But you can make it your own.”

Cordelia scoffed. “I don’t want to make it my own.” It was Lucie’s. It would always be Lucie’s.

She felt her mother’s hand on her waist. “I know this is difficult for you, Layla, but we must make the best of it. It’s what Lucie would have wanted.”

Cordelia turned. “Please don’t talk about her as if she’s dead. I did what you asked, I moved here, please don’t expect me to be happy about it. It’s not enough that I have to stay in this house, but I have to live in her room and make it my own. I won’t. My stuff may be stored in here, but it’s not mine. My room is in Tehran.” She turned back around and glared at the large space before her as if it’d done her some great wrong.

Sona patted her daughter on the waist before releasing her. “I didn’t come up here to upset you more, but I feel I should warn you. The Inquisitor and the Consul are coming by in an hour to meet us. They want to discuss a few things with your father over dinner. I was told to tell you to please be on your absolute best behavior.”

“So you’re asking me to sit there and look pretty?”

Sona’s eyebrows quirked. “We need to support your father. He is the only one in the Clave that has any semblance of reason. They trust him, we need to help strengthen that trust if he is to help make sense of some of this nonsense. Do you understand?”

Cordelia hugged herself. “I hate them.”

“Hate them all you like,” said Sona. “You don’t even have to speak to them if you don’t want to, but you do need to be present. The Consul’s son will be there.”

“Augustus?” said Cordelia with distaste. “Can’t you tell them I’m ill or tired from our travels. Jet lag is still a thing even if you portal.”

Sona tapped her wrist where a watch should be. “Dinner is at seven. Dress respectably.”

Cordelia looked down at the black bike shorts she had under the oversized gray sweatshirt she’d thrown on that morning while she finished all her last-minute packing. By respectable, she knew her mother meant nice, pretty, clean. Look how they want you to look so we can attempt to impress Inquisitor Bridgestock and Consul Pounceby because even though we don’t agree with their decisions, we still have to abide by their laws.

It made her want to punch a hole in the wall or throw something out the window.

She pulled the strap for the scabbard holding Cortana, her beloved sword, over her neck and rested her blade against the wall beside the closet door, and walked across the room to sit on the edge of the mattress.

Never once in her life was she ever not proud to be a Shadowhunter. It was as much a part of her as the color of skin, her name, or the distinct tone of her voice. The angelic blood sang in her veins and powered her limbs to protect those who could not protect themselves against the darkness and evil that threatened it. Never once did she consider that darkness and evil could ever touch or harm her community; that it would never be found there. Now, she came to realize, it was not so far away.

How could she fight her government? She couldn’t, not without consequences, but how could she stay silent either about what she knew to be wrong and unjust.

Her whole existence felt like the inside of a snow globe after it was turned upside down and shaken. Now, she just had to wait for the dust to settle, and perhaps things would not look so different then.

———————

The Consul was the first to arrive.

Cordelia stood in the bathroom mirror smoothing out the dress she’d thrown in the bag she packed while they waited for the rest of their things to arrive from Tehran. The white of the soft fabric warmed her skin and brought out the flecks of copper in her red hair that she left down and curled at the ends. Her mother would scoff at the length of the hem, falling to the middle of her thighs. It wasn’t exactly what Cordelia would have chosen to wear to this dinner either, but she’d left her Fuck the Patriarchy t-shirt and ripped jeans in the box with all of her clothes in Tehran. It may be written in Persian, but the look on her parents’ face would have been worth it, and who knows, perhaps it could have been a conversation starter.

She was pulling on a pair of dark leather sandals when she heard the sound of voices fill the foray. Her mother’s warm, but fake laughter sent a pinch across Cordelia’s spine. She knew it wasn’t sincere, but she still would rather hear the sound of her mother kicking them out of her house rather than welcoming them in.

I am not being complicit, she told herself as she turned towards the bedroom door. I am infiltrating the enemy. I will find their weakness. I will attempt to understand them so I can use the knowledge later to destroy them… And I will spit in their water glasses and lick their bread rolls.

With a practiced smile, she marched towards the door when she felt the give and heard the groan from a floorboard beneath her foot. She looked down and carefully lifted her right foot and watched as the board rose back up.

Interesting. None of the other boards did that.

Carefully, she got down onto her knees and dug her nails into the crack around the board. The perimeters showed markings of being dug out before. She pried it up enough to get her fingers underneath and it popped up with ease. She slid it away and beneath was a white sheet of paper with a garden stone sitting on top of it and Cordelia’s name written on the front.

Cordelia looked up to make sure no one was coming. The voices could still be heard from the foray and dinner didn’t technically start for five more minutes.

She reached down into the hole and slid the paper out from underneath the rock.

Sitting back on her hip, she unfolded it and read:

50 Ernest St, Bethnal Green, London

The Old Clock Tower

February 3, at 10 P.M.

Cielu Rhonelade

Cielu Rhonelade. Cordelia smiled as she mentally rearranged the letters to read Lucie Herondale. It was her nom de plume for a time when they were kids and Lucie wanted to be like the author George Eliot and claim her work under a different name.

But it was Lucie, of that Cordelia was sure, and she wanted to meet with Cordelia tonight.

A/N:

This story can also be found on AO3 if you would prefer to read it there.

Likes, comments, and reblog are always appreciated!

Next update: Friday, 5/14

#the shadowhunter chronicles #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns #the last hours #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #james x cordelia #jordelia fanfiction #cassandra clare #modern au #alternative au #thomas lightwood #lucie herondale #christopher lightwood #alastair carstairs #will x tessa #jesse blackthorn #grace blackthorn

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carstairsbadass · 3 years

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Of love and places with holy ground

“And right there where we stood was holy ground”

When Cordelia suddenly has to move to her parents' hometown, she knew very little about the dead man, the accusation against her father, and all the secrets surrounding the Carstairs family. But Cordelia quickly realised that an alibi sometimes doesn't help.

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Really excited with this fic, I’m writing a lot because i miss TLH characters

#herondaisy #jordelia #thomastair #herongraystairs #ghostwriter #matthewxlucie #alotofdrama #modern au #the last hours #shadowhunters

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thomaslightwood · 4 years

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Beautiful hair || Jordelia one shot

Fanfiction request by @jamesherondale-cordeliacarstairs

Inspired from the song Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran

Modern AU

Please, excuse my mistakes

Words: 1 530

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James drank the whiskey in one gulp. It burned his throat. He didn't care though.

The Merry Thieves were at the Hell Rulle, celebrating Thomas' 18th birthday. Somehow Anna had arranged everyone with fake IDs. Thomas didn't need it but the rest of their group and Lucie did. This was the only reason why James was drinking like crazy despite the suspicious look of the bartender.

He was doing it because Grace broke up with him. Honestly, it wasn't so unexpected. Matthew had been repeating it for weeks. Grace herself seemed unhappy. But James didn't want to believe that their two years and a half relationship can end so… easily.

It was pain in his chest and he wanted to make it disappear. Even for one night.

He heard how someone shooted his name from the other end of the room. James turned to it, dizzy from his drink. It was Matthew who was grinning. He wanted James to come to their table but he shook his head. James needed some time alone. He loved Matthew but sometimes he was too much to handle. Especially in bars.

He saw how Math made Thomas drink from a bottle of beer. Poor Thomas, he thought. Matthew will drink him unconscious.

Of course, James' plan was to do the same thing with himself but he didn't want people around him.

“Excuse me, are you James Herondale?”

James turned to the girl with the intention to tell her that he is not so he can be alone with a new glass of whiskey.

But when he looked at her his breath stopped. He managed just to nodd.

“Can I sit next to you?”

James nodded again. Damn, he needed to say something soon.

“So, Lucie send me to look after you while she's saving Thomas from Matthew.”

“What? Lucie?” James said shocked. Probably it was the alcohol because it took him too much time to realize who was sitting in front of him.

“You're Cordelia,” he said amazed. “Cordelia Carstairs. Lucie talks about you for months.”

“That's me,” she said with a smile. “My family and I arrived at London before a few months. Lucie was my first friend here.”

James tried to focus his eyes on her. He knew how she looked. It wasn't from a photo because Lucie said she hate to be photographed but he had heard what she was looking like. Lucie had talked about it, the rest of the Merry Thieves had also met her. The only one who still hasn't met the famous new friend of his sister was him and actually this had to happen this evening. And it was happening now but probably it would be better if James wasn't drank.

“You have amazing hair,” he said stupidly.

“What?” she said shocked.

“You…,” James tried again, feeling extremely embarrassed. He wished he hadn't have so many drinks. Alcohol made him act like an idiot in front of this beautiful girl. Though he probably would act like a idiot without it too but still. “Your hair. It's... it's so red. Dark red. Beautiful red. Ugh, I mean… it's just very nice hair. I love it.” My god, what I'm even talking right now?

Cordelia laughed. Good. Hopefully she wasn't laughing at him. But when you make a girl laugh it's a good sign, right?

He tried to change the subject. “Lucie is also here, right?”

“Yes,” Cordelia said, with a little smile. “Helping Thomas, as I said.”

James didn't want her to think that he didn't listen to her. He was! Really. But alcohol do funny things sometimes.

“I heard you have a brother,” he tried to show her that he actually knew something about her. “Is he here tonight? I… I think he was invited ” Though none of them except Lucie have meet him but this evening was to meet him too.

“Surprisingly, yes, Alastair is also here. It was hard to convince him to come but my mother helped me,” Cordelia drank a little from her own drink. James thought it was wine but he wasn't sure. “He is at the table with Lucie actually.”

James looked at them. He saw a man with blond hair who he didn't know, probably Alastair, sitting next to his friends. Thomas' face was red from the alcohol and he watched Alastair with big eyes. James swore he could see sparkles in them.

He felt pity for his friend. They both was completely idiots when they were drunk but Thomas was worse. Lucie was next to him and was talking, probably scolding Matthew because she looked angry, but he didn't show a drop of guilt.

“He seems nice,” James said. His dunk brain couldn't think of something better.

Cordelia laughed again. It was good to listen her laugh. It was better than the music in the bar. “Believe me, he is not. But is a good guy. Just a little… edgy.”

James nodded. Cordelia kept talking but James couldn't really hear what she was saying. He even couldn't hear the music anymore. Or see her face.

James needed to close his eyes for a bit, just a second to clear his head…

•

Alastair was the only one who didn't consumed any alcohol tonight so he was driving. He didn't seem too happy though but didn't say anything.

Cordelia found the whole situation incredibly funny. After James passed out Thomas was the next.

Matthew was drank but not that much. Christopher was a little woozy but in the best condition of the Merry Thieves.

Anna stayed in the bar to look after them but Thomas and James needed to get home. The problem was that the parents of them both were there. And they had no idea they would celebrate Thomas' birthday in a bar.

Then Cordelia spontaneous suggested to bring them in the Carstairs home. Their mother was going to be outside town for two more days. She could see that Lucie was feeling uncomfortable to ask for that and she even refused. But Cordelia insisted. It was totally fine by her. Alastair was silent but didn't argue.

Now they were in James' car, with Lucie in the back with the two very drunk boys and Cordelia who find it difficult to hide her smile.

After a few minutes Alastair stopped in front of their building.

“Come on,” Cordelia said as she got out of the car. “Let's get James upstairs first.”

•

“Easy,” Cordelia murmured as she put James in her bed. He was barely awake. He even couldn't say a full sentences.

Lucie and Alastair were helping Thomas now which probably was more difficult task, considering how big he was.

Cordelia took off his jacket and shoes. This wasn't the easiest task either. They agreed that James can sleep in Cordelia's room, Thomas in Alastair's and Lucie in the sofa in the living room. The Carstairs siblings were going to be in Sona's room.

Cordelia took a few personal things from her room, like toothbrush and pajamas. Before leaving she looked at James again. He was handsome. Very handsome.

Cordelia blushed when she thought that he was going to spend the night in her bed.

When she left she found out that Lucie and Alastair already put Thomas in her brother's bed.

“Are you read?” she asked.

“Yep,” Lucie said as she took off Thomas' shoes.

“Let's go to sleep then,” Alastair said and shot a look at the clock on his night stand. “It's past 3 a.m.”

Lucie and Cordelia agreed.

•

The next morning was funny. Thomas couldn't stop apologizing and James looked extremely embarrassed. He said he was sorry if he offended Cordelia somehow last night. She said it was fine and actually it wasn't bad evening at all. And he was very sweet actually, especially the whole thing with her hair. It made her feel beautiful because she actually put an effort to make it look like this. She didn't said the last part though.

To her surprise Alastair looked like he enjoyed himself. Though she was probably the only one who noticed it because she was his brother.

Lucie said they should leave before embarrassing themselves even more. Thomas said she is probably right. Cordelia noticed how he secretly looked at Alastair and blushed a little.

Cordelia and Lucie hugged while James and Thomas searched for their shoes.

“See you later, Cordy,” Lucie murmured.

“See you,” Cordelia said.

“Come on, guys,” Lucie said. She hugged Cordelia one more time and went out of the door together with Thomas.

James slowed a little. He looked at her. “Do you want… do you want to go on a cinema with me? Like, when you're free. And if you want of course,” he smiled nervously.

Cordelia smiled too. He was too sweet. “Of course. How about this Wednesday? I heard there will be a discount.”

“Okay,” James said and smiled. “This sounds great.”

He turned to leave with a big smile on his face which made Cordelia happy somehow.

Later, much later, she was changing the sheet on her bed. Cordelia could smell James on them and without even realizing it, she smiled.

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julemmaes · 4 years

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Who's in for a Jordelia modern au?:))

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juliettecxi · 3 years

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Hiii💫

Could you please write fluff/angst (srry i couldn't decide so it's up to you) prompt 3 for jordelia?

Prompt number 3: “Is that how you really feel?"

Fandom: The Last Hours

Ship: Jordelia

Genre: modern au, fluff, friends to lovers, cuddling on the bed, this one is really cute even if I say so myself

Prompt list | writing playlist

James’s fingers gently caressed Cordelia's hair while the other had her head on his shoulder. A netflix rom-com played on the laptop opposite the two, but the movie was forgotten to James, who could only focus on her.

He had been toeing the line between friendship and romantic feelings towards her, and it was on days like this that it uncontrollably washed over him, and he felt as though everything was tinted pink when he was with her.

She’d come over earlier, her face tear streaked. She didn’t even have to ask if she could come in and stay awhile before James dragged her to her room and gave her a box of tissues, before escaping to the kitch and grabbing some food and drinks. He’d then whipped out his laptop, playing the cheesiest movie he could find, before wrapping them both in a blanket and cuddling on the bed together.

He looked over at her now. His Daisy, the bravest and strongest girl he knew.

“The movie is on the laptop Jamie, not me.” she said, a small smile on her face.

James’s cheeks heated slightly and began moving away, an apology on his lips, but Cordelia held his hand and stopped him.

“Stay.”

“Alright.”

James breathed in deeply. He really liked her.

After a while she sat up and looked at him, gnawing at her lip, a habit he knew she did when she was nervous.

“Thank you, by the way.” she said.

“Why?” James asked with a small laugh.

“For everything Jamie. You’re always there for me, you don’t complain when I show up at your door like this,” she pointed at her face and chuckled. “I can’t imagine my life without you and..” she trailed off.

James smiled and grabbed her hands, holding them gently. “You’re never too much,” he whispered. “You’re like the buoy that keeps me afloat and stops me from going under.”

Cordelia looked at him now, her eyes shining. She took a deep breath.

“I love you James Herondale,”

James’s breath hitched. “What?” he asked, feeling giddy.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, more than a friend. You’re the first thought that pops into my head when I wake up, and the last thing to cross my mind before I sleep. You’re one of my closest friends and this is becoming increasingly awkward, please carry the conversation.” she finished in a rush, and James laughed.

“Is that how you really feel?” he said softly, heart racing.

“Yeah.”

“Daisy, Can I kiss you?”

One nod from her was all it took and James’s mouth was on hers, passionate and deep, and her hands wrapped around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in. This was like everything he’d ever wanted, but so much better.

He broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you too.” he said, and Cordelia let out a happy giggle.

James had never felt more in love with her than in that moment, and he kissed her again.

A/N: This became way too fluffy and now I'm yearning ;-; I'm so sorry this got delayed anon! Anyways I hope you enjoyed! Lemme know what you thought and please like and reblog if you liked it! <3

taglist: @fortheloveofthecarstairs @writeforjordelia @alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1 @themadhatter999 @ganseys-jane @arangiajoan @ghafa-dale @buttcrflys-rose (let me know if you would like to be added or removed via ask)

#abby writes #jordelia #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #james x cordelia #jordelia fanfiction #the last hours #tlh fanfiction #tsc fanfiction #tlh #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #idrisnnetdaily #tsccreatorsnet #tsccreatenet #fantasylitnet

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heavensenthearty · 2 years

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Well, I've been tagged by @stars-and-darkness, @kaligraphy, @badlucksav and @adorkablemamebean, so I guess I can't keep running away from my endless files 😅...

WIP/Tag Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Note: For obvious reasons, I'm putting only the ones which I have enough of a clear idea to answer asks about them.

Miya/Takashi (SK8):

If I had you (that would be the only thing I'll ever need)

GrayLu (Fairy Tail):

Gray checks out Lucy's writing

Gray and Lucy get teleported together to the labyrinth

Azulaang (ATLA):

Aang goes to visit Azula at the mental hospital

A reformed Azula touches the scar on Aang's back

Teoaang (ATLA):

Teo goes with Aang to a flying race and ultimately tricks him into giving him a kiss

On Jaang (ATLA):

Aang goes to apologize to On Ji for deceiving her when they met

On Ji's family is living at Omashu AU

Jinkotara (ATLA):

Jin, Zuko, and Katara sent letters to each other

Makroh (TLOK):

Mako is the one to save Iroh after the Equalist attack

General ATLA:

The GAang goes camping like the old times

An AU where all the GAang are childhood friends — (the odd childhood friend group)

Boarding School

Kanej (SoC/S&B):

Kaz and Inej hold hands. (That's it. That's the plot.)

Kaz visits Inej's ship

Thomastairs (TLH):

Alastair and Thomas POV on the Academy

Kitty (TWP):

Kit goes to visit the L.A. Institute while Ty is there

Jetko (ATLA):

Zuko saves Jet from the Dai Li

Jet joins the GAang on S3 and they go to a hot spring therapy

Making out after stealing the Captain's food

Zukaang (ATLA):

Before Sozin's Comet, Zuko doesn't believe himself worthy of fighting and Aang tells him he wants him there

Mailee (ATLA):

Flower Shop AU

Jinko (ATLA):

City of Heavenly Fire AU

Sokkla (ATLA):

Secret relationship fic (ft. Zutara)

Zutara (ATLA):

Fic inspired by House/Thirteen scene

Kingsman AU

Team Avatar goes to Chan's beach party

Modern AU Breakfast Club-inspired

S3-B rewrite

Band room one-shot

Shapeshifter Phoenix Zuko/Tennyo Katara

Katara's necklace gets broken during a fight with burglars and Zuko fixes it

TyLuko (ATLA):

Zuko goes to defend Ty Lee from the guys hitting on her

Bakudeku (MHA):

Hiking fic

Deku says goodbye to Kacchan

Kacchako (MHA):

Meeting her parents

Eating lunch

Todomomo (MHA):

Texting fic

Trapped together and they depend on Momo's Quirk to get out

Ulquihime (Bleach):

Night fic

Jordelia (TLH):

After fighting Belial

Jetkotara (ATLA):

Vigilante AU

TSR rewrite featuring Jet

Blackstairs (TDA):

Travel year fic

Keitor (VLD):

Team Voltron tries to not interrupt Keith's date with Lotor

Goldric (TOH):

Belos sends Hunter to Blight Manor again

Lumity (TOH):

Luz finally takes Amity to an appropriate Tunnel of Love

Masami (TLOK):

Pool boy Mako working for Asami's family

Jiangtara (ATLA):

Katara visits Jiang after the War

Note: Next I'm going to put more general fics that don't have any specific ships yet or are still subject to change.

ATLA/TSC crossover

Avatar!Zuko AU; The Banished Prince Series

Avatar!Zuko AU 2

Avatar!Zuko AU 3

Avatar!Katara AU

Avatar!Sokka AU

Avatar!Toph AU

Avatar!Azula AU

Avatar!Suki AU

Aged-up Aang AU

Avatar!Yue AU

Avatar!Jet AU

Avatar!Jin AU

Avatar!Ty Lee AU

Avatar!Haru AU

Avatar!Jiang AU

Comics rewrite

Kyoshi novels if Yun lived AU

Zuko is adopted by Piandao AU

Zuko as part of the Batfam AU

Zuko gets his scar cured and his hair white

Nikolai as the Sun Summoner

VLD Role-Swap Fic 1

VLD Role-Swap Fic 2

*sighs* Well, that was fun 😅

Tagging anyone who wants to share!! 💖💖💖

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heronwilde · 3 years

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Coming Soon :

Polaroid Series ft. Matthew Fairchild and Rosa Mariano (mine and Kat's @shadowrunner2000 OC), ship known as Warchild/Rosegold. This is a part of the TLH MODERN AU series.

Rosa in a nutshell :

She is Italian, from Rome

She and Matthew met during Matthew's travel (alone because boy needed to heal on his own). They met in Rome and Rome is their city now just like Paris belongs to Thomastair

She makes Matthew happier than anyone (*cough* Jordelia *cough*) could ever dream of

She and Matthew are engaged

She has decided to ascend before she marries him

They met at a party thrown by a mutual friend and hooked up then became friends and then the rest happened

Matthew pulled a Gideon Lightwood when he asked her to be his girlfriend and when he proposed her. Both were accidental, yes.

She's a weapons nerd like Isabelle

She's very smart. Very, very smart

She totally acts like a Herondale and a true warrior hero

Rosa has a traumatic past but she's the definition of human sunshine

Here's a picrew of how she looks :

Shoot me an ask to know more about Rosa <33

Taglist : @writeforjordelia @herondalesunsetcurve @clarys-heosphoros @guardianofhell @shadowrunner2000 @amchara @dark-artifices-only @the-enchanted-dreamer @rinadragomir @hardlymatters @booksandwonders0781

P. S. Ask me to be added to my taglist

#rosegold polaroid series #rosa mariano #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #tlh modern au #tlh modern au polaroids #matthew fairchild #warchild #rosegold #tsc #tlh #lucie and her family Polaroids #rosegold polaroid series teaser #tlh modern au teaser

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lifewouldbebetteronmars · 3 years

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lifewouldbebetteronmars’s Master List

These are mostly Thomastair, Joshwood, Gracetopher, and The Real Found Family™️

Thomastair and TLH Gang Fic Ideas

Fluff Prompts

Angst Prompts

Ships That Can Be Requested

Fic Request Reminders

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Other Blogs

@meadow-of-rye - Naming Blog

The Last Hours Fics

Castle Towers Fall (Alastair is a Verlac™️ fic)

Just For A Moment (Missing scene from Castle Towers Fall)

Seasons of Love (Modern AU; Alastair dies, Thomas reminisces)

We Wish You A Merry Christmas (Modern AU; Christmas Card Inspired)

Always On My Mind (Thomas slips up while at Devil’s Tavern)

Everything is Blue (Modern AU; Alastair dyes his hair, Thomas loves it)

Mauve Is The Absolute Worst Color To Exist (Alastair hates the color mauve)

Where’s My F*cking Teenage Dream (Modern AU; based on “brutal” by Olivia Rodrigo)

Doubt Comes In (Modern AU; Thomastair)

You Were Just A Small Bump (Modern AU Gracetopher; Please read the trigger warnings)

The Left-Me-Wanting-More Feeling (When She Kissed Me) (Modern AU; Joshwood)

Charlie Boy (aka what should’ve happened to Charles in COI)

And Someone Will Love You (But Someone Isn’t Me) (Post-COI, new snippet theory)

I Still Remember The Third of December (sequel to And Someone Will Love You)

And I Got A Boyfriend; He’s Older Than Us (Modern AU; Alastair and Thomas meet again at a gay club)

Me And My Husband, We’re Doing Better (Modern AU; Please read the trigger warnings)

The War Outside Our Door Keeps Raging On (Sequel to Me And My Husband; Read the trigger warnings please)

Can We Skip To The Good Part? (Thomastair Angst; One dies and the other has to learn to live on their own)

Fire On Fire Would Normally Kill Us (Firefighter!Thomas AU)

Atticus (Pt. 1) (Theory time 😈)

Are We Too Wounded Now To Ever Come Down? (Modern AU; Risa snaps at Sona)

Would You Like To Hear My Story, Filomena? (Twilight AU; Please read the trigger warnings)

My Love Has The Power To Keep You Tied Down (Twilight AU; Sequel to Would You Like To Hear My Story, Filomena?)

Your Sugar Still Burns; Your Love Still Hurts (Modern AU; Filogenie Angst)

I Dropped Your Hand While Dancing (Thomastair set to Taylor Swift)

Kiss Him Goodbye (Thomastair; angst, if you didn’t already know)

You Bring Me Home, Sweet Creature (Modern AU; Alastair with a hint of Joshwood)

You See Me As Your Lifeline (Sequel to And I Got A Boyfriend)

Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Boy (Theory Time Pt.2 😈😈)

I’ll Die Like Dylan Thomas (Modern AU)

It’s Your Bed, Babe, It’s Your Funeral (Modern AU; Sequel to Are We Too Wounded Now To Ever Come Down?)

I’ll Cry You A River (Then Drown You In It) (Modern AU; Thomastair Angst, you all know the drill)

The Kingdom Will Fall For A Song (Hadestown AU; Lucelia)

Water Fountain (Post-COI; Anna featuring Joshwood)

If I Catch Fire, Then I’ll Change My Aim (Carry On AU; Please read the trigger warnings)

You Used To Love Christmas (Modern AU; Angstmas Finale)

A Rose And A Princess (Thomastair)

I Love You, But… (Thomastair)

No One’s Ever Gonna Hurt You, Love (Thomastair)

You Stopped My Heart From Fifty Feet (Thomastair; First day of Fluffbruary)

I Live For You, I Long For You, Esfandiyār (Thomastair, ft. Cordelia and Baby Carstairs)

There’s A Tea Party Along Down The Road (Thomastair, ft. Soraya Lightwood-Carstairs)

The Man Who’s Gonna Marry You (TLH Hadestown AU; Thomastair)

We Made A Garden Of The Love We Found (Sona x Risa, ft. Jordelia and Thomastair)

A Soldier’s Coming Home (Thomastair, Military AU)

I Could Be A Better Boyfriend Than Him (Lucelia, Herondale sibling/Jordelia angst)

Darling, You Mean The Whole Wide World To Me (Thomastair fluff, featuring babies)

I Have Emotional Motion Sickness (Carstairs Sibling Angst)

Remember Me Each Time You Hear A Sad Guitar (Thomastair Angst™️)

Before I Say Goodbye, My Star in the Sky (Thomastair, A/B/O AU Angst)

But You Show Up Today, Just To Ruin Things (Charlestair Angst, Read Trigger Warnings)

Everyone Hail To The Pumpkin King (Modern AU; Thomastair costume fluff)

How Many Miles To Wonderland? (Modern AU; Gracetopher costume fluff)

Her Exes Say She’s Wicked (Modern AU; Lucelia costume fluff)

I Know My Girlfriend Is A Witch (Modern AU; Joshwood costume fluff)

Hold Me Steady When I’m Freaking Out (Thomastair Angst; Between COI and COT)

My Time, My Wine, My Spirit, My Trust (My first Matthew fic!!! Angst)

I Always Felt I Must Look Better In Rearview (Thomastair angst; prompt based)

Friends Don’t Look At Friends That Way (Lucelia Angst; ft. Grace and Kit)

To The Brilliant, Kindhearted, Tortured Alastair Carstairs (Evelyn Hugo AU; Alastair and Kamala)

Hey Jude, Don’t Be Afraid (Matthew Fairchild, TLH A/B/O AU)

I Think He Did It But I Just Can’t Prove It (Did he do it? READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS)

(I Stayed There) Dust Collected On My Pinned Up Hair (Grace and Thomas grieve Christopher)

I Swear Sixteen Was Yesterday (But Now I’m Closed To Twenty-Eight) (A look at two birthdays in Alastair Carstair’s life)

You Did Some Bad Things But I’m The Worst of Them (Alastair kind of sucks in this one)

The Infernal Devices Fics

If I Could Trade His Life For Mine (Sophideon Angst, ft. Thomas)

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Tarot Ask Game (Still accepting asks!)

Writing Tips (To be added; can be requested)

Pick A Number, Get A Quote From My WIP (Have fun!)

Book Rec Ask Game (Always accepting asks!)

Playlists

Alastair Carstairs As A Villain

Masterlists/Indexes

TLH Tattoo Shop AU Index (Modern AU)

Riley’s Angst Wars Masterlist (Incomplete; Updated Regularly)

Angstmas Masterlist 2021 (Completed)

Fluffbruary Masterlist 2022 (Incomplete; Abandoned)

Summer of Angst 2022 (Complete)

Costume Party Fics 2022 (Complete)

Angstmas Masterlist 2022 (Incomplete; Abandoned)

Angstmas Days of Summer 2023 Masterlist (Complete)

Villain!Alastair/Morally Grey!Thomas AU Masterlist (incomplete)

Hadestown AU (Incomplete; out of order)

TLH A/B/O AU (incomplete; in progress)

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julieandthefandoms · 4 years

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