#thomastair fanfiction

[vwritesaus]

The first thing Thomas notices is that he is standing in a well-lit room. Sunlight streams in through large arched windows, casting long rays along the floor and opposite walls from which framed paintings hang. He can’t make out any of the faces, most of them blurred or faded from age, but he can see every miniature groove in the elaborate frames carved with fleurs-de-lis, tiny leaves and rose petals.       The second thing he notices is Alastair Carstairs sitting sideways on one of the window seats of those arched windows, his back leaning against the edge of the arch and one foot planted firmly on the seat, the toes of the other grazing the wooden flooring. His attention is fixed on the world beyond the glass panes—a streaked mass of fluffy clouds and a blue sky stretching for miles—and his expression is contemplative, almost serious. That attention quickly turns to Thomas, possibly having sensed his presence, and something close to coyness blooms to life in his expression.       ‘Lightwood,’ he greets politely.       When Thomas blinks and doesn’t respond—too shocked to do so, because Alastair Carstairs is talking to him? To Tiny Tom, willingly?—Alastair rolls his eyes. He swings his whole body around to face him, both feet on the floor and his gaze fierce.       ‘Well?’ he prods. ‘Are you simply going to stand there like a cad, or are you going to come here and sit beside me?’

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hello!! long time no see, haha...

but here i am, and i bring with me a little fic i wrote for my wonderful best girl @drunkonimagination for her birthday back in july ✨✨ it's based off this art of hers where thomas dreams of kissing alastair, only to get rather the rude awakening lol. hope you enjoy it!!

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tagging people who might be interested: @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @ferrari-go-vroom-vroom @astriefer @luciehercndale @claritywithclary @bluewrite

let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!!

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the last hours #tlh #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #thomastair fanfiction #thomastair fic #the last hours fanfiction #tlh fanfiction #the last hours fanfic #tlh fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #canon compliant #fluff/angst #falling in love #5 + 1 #5+1 fic #birthday fic #birthday fanfic #what's in a kiss? (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) #v loves agnes #i love you so much babe #this was very fun to write hehehe #academy thomas has a very special place in my heart ; v ;

[laylax13s]

Precious

chapter 2 : I Gotta Get Out Of Here

TW/CW: child @bus3, @lc0h0l @bus3, t0x!c relationship, emotional @buse

“Your hair is growin out again-” Elias said with floppy words, already slipping away mid-sentence, passing out. Alastair quickly grabbed his shirt and reached under his arm to stop him from falling to the ground.

They were behind a bar in Kensington, not so far from Cornwall Gardens. It was around midnight, taking Alastair two hours to find his father. A man passed by them, not even stopping for a minute to ask if everything is okay, Alastair glared at him. Not like he would let the stranger help though, since they had to hide it, keep it a secret from the world. It was not fair, he thought, but it was what it was.

He let go of Elias for a second to get a bucket of cold water from the bar. He then poured the water on the man, gathering all his self-control not to throw the bucket on him as well. He woke up all of a sudden, glaring at his son. They just glared at each other like that for a few seconds before Alastair said, “Stand up.”. Elias held his chin up high, still laying on the ground, unable to put his pride away even for a second. Alastair sighed and held his hand out for his father. The man seemed to be thinking about it for a second, but eventually let the boy help him up. The latter practically dragged him over the hidden alleys of Kensington so that no one would see them.

Once they arrived home, he helped Elias on to a couch, and left to the kitchen. There were some wine bottles there left, he didn’t know how Cordelia didn’t notice it.

When he finished, he checked once more if his father was sleeping, then went to his room. He didn’t rest though, he changed clothes and walked out into the cold night again.

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Once he was at the Fairchild manor, he checked his pocket watch, it was 01:23. Charles should be here in any minute now. Just with that thought, the red-haired man appeared at the door, looking around, then settling his eyes on Alastair. The latter’s heart skipped a beat at that, but then he reminded himself he is not here to stand and stare so he gave a huge jump over the fence and landed stably on the other side. He straightened up and walked over to the entrance. Charles opened the door for him, quickly closing it after them. The silence surrounding them was uncomfortable, simply being here was uncomfortable for Alastair, he hated it when he came over to Charles and not the other way around.

The mentioned led him into the drawing room, as always. As soon as they were inside and Alastair took his coat off, Charles grabbed his collar to drag him closer and kissed him. Alastair opened his mouth and brought his hands up to pull Charles even closer, deepening the kiss. The latter started towards the couch, dragging the other along. Alastair laid down on it, pulling Charles on top of him and starting to unbutton his waistcoat, still not breaking the kiss.

When they finally broke away, neither of them had any clothing on.

“I love you,” Alastair murmured. Charles did not reply, instead kissed him again.

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After a few hours (Charles didn’t even have to say it anymore), Alastair dressed up and left. It was still only 4 am, everyone still asleep, the moon high on the sky. After taking a deep breath, he was already on his way back to Cornwall Gardens.

When in his room, he finally could flop down on his bed and take a small rest. But even after about half an hour, sleep wouldn’t come to him. He groaned in frustration, and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. He decided it was best to change clothes and get ready for the new day.

He chose to wear black trousers with a white shirt and wine-red waistcoat, it will match perfectly with his mahogany-red coat. That was when he heard a knock on his door, again. Who might be awake in these hours?

He walked to the door to open it, with a frown. To his not such big surprise, Risa stood in front of it.

“Did you get home safely?” the woman asked in Farsi. He nodded,

“Yes, thank you for asking.” he answered in the same language. Risa nodded too,

“Good; I made you Adasi. It’s waiting for you downstairs.” she said and turned around to leave. Risa woke up every morning to check if Alastair was alright, she knew about his nightly “adventures”.

After having breakfast, it was time for daily patrol. He got assigned to Anna Lightwood, great, he thought and rolled his eyes.

Anna was twenty minutes late, not even apologizing. Typical conceited rich white child, he thought, just like Matthew Fairchild. They started walking, though when he confronted her, “You are twenty minutes late.” the only thing she said was,

“Only fashionable, of course.” Annoying little twit-

“So how are you and Fairchild, the elder one?” she said, completely out of the blue. Alastair was startled, and immediately stopped walking.

“Pardon?” he asked, acting as if nothing happened. Anna gave him a smile of success (in what though?),

“Do you mean “Pardon” as if you want me to repeat my question, or “Pardon” as if you are too startled that I confronted you that you don’t know what else to say?” asked, even though they both knew the answer to that question. Alastair glared at her,

“I mean it as if you wouldn’t know the meaning of privacy.” he hissed sharply. Anna hummed, shrugging, and continuing the walk. Alastair sucked in a breath and followed her.

“Reasonable,” she said, “Then again, I do have something to do with it since the younger Fairchild brother, is my best friend, of course.” Enough was enough. He stopped again, this time talking in a way harder and stronger voice.

“You and your little “circus” have nothing to do with me and my life, so stay out of it!” he ordered. Now Anna realized it was best if she didn’t try to get gossip out of him, or even try with small talk.

The day went away slowly, and boringly (as most times), but it did go away. Once the sun wasn’t visible anymore, he nodded to Anna as a farewell, and started his way home. No demons today, either. London was a boring city, with boring people, who had either scandalous lives or no life at all. There were two categories: The first one being the one full of idiotic children who thought they knew everything about life and thought everything was so easy and that they were the main characters in a book, the other category were the more mature ones who decided to sell their soles to politics and live in secret. For example, Charles. He was a promising man, with a seemingly perfect life, the only problem was he had a fake bride and he was secretly gay and had a secret lover who was also a man. For another example, Matthew. He was a little brainless inept child, who thought he can solve all the problem in the world by drinking away his money and wasting his life for love and other drugs while giving away all the opportunity of becoming something by being open about his sexuality. And these were brothers, ironic, isn’t it?

He didn’t even realize but he got home somehow. When walking inside, the first thing to do was check on his sister. That was when he realized, Layla wasn’t home.

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end notes : I made this with @thelasthours-alastair

Taglist : @melanielocke @astriefer @life-through-the-eyes-of @all-for-the-fanfiction @thelasthours-alastair @lightstairs1902 @mariiaarranz @unpaididiot @punk-with-trauma @cityofthomastair5

#alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #charles fairchild #anti charles fairchild #thomas and alastair #alastair x thomas #thomastair #thomastairs #thomastair fanfiction #thomastair fanfic #the last hours #the last hours fanfiction #tlh fanfiction #Cordelia Carstairs #Lucie x Cordelia #tw abuse #tw alcoholism

[4uru]

Here to share the weird and rare times I make fanart bc these bitch ass characters live in a Victorian mansion turned "hype-house" and they refuse to pay rent

Other Blogs:

Art blog: @4uru-draws

Bengali /Desi Culture blog : @oreh-kolpona

Alastair Carstairs fanblog: @esfandiyar-jahanshah

The fanfic list :

Finished

Unfinished

Original Work

Biblically Accurate Misfortunes (arthurian legends reincarnation)

HP fanfics : (fuck jk rowling)

Somehow This Was Sirius's Fault (marauders time travel to modern day hogwarts)

My Mommy's got a gun (You better run) (Marauders era canon divergence)

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie (James Potter ll x Teddy Lupin slow burn)

The Weasley Diaries fanart and fanfic

Hey, Sister Do You Still Believe In Love? I Wonder. (Dominique Weasley centric oneshot)

Less Of A Lily, More Like A Dandelion (trans masc Lily Luna Potter centric oneshot)

TSC fanfic: (also fuck cc)

TLH fanfics:

Good Riddance! (Alastair tearing Charles a new one)

Rubatosis (Thomastair smut ft. Bottom Thomas)

When Summer Slipped Us (Underneath Her Tongue) (Thomastair fluff)

Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse. (Matthew x kit)

It Feels Like Yesterday Was A Year Ago, But I Don't Wanna Let Anybody Know. (What if Cordelia went to Alastair at the end of choi)

TDA fics :

(swap AU series)

There's really no way of winning, if in their eyes you'll always be a dumb blonde Mark Blackthorn x Diego Rosales smut fic

I Get Mean When I'm Nervous, (Like A Bad Dog). Keiran/Julian Balackthorn toxic yaoi🔥

Love Me In Spite (If I betray All Lonely Nights) Robert Lightwood x Michael Wayland oneshot fic

Cobra Kai Fanfic:

A Fresh Poison Each Week (Binary Boyfriends canon divergence AU)

Tell Me Something Nice (Anthony x Kenny post season 5)

#jeddy #hp next gen #thomastair #binary boyfriends #anthenny #kanthony #cobra kai fanfic #tlh fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #thomastair fanfiction

[chrasilla]

angst prompts

"They won't wait for you forever. So you need to decide if all your resentment and pride is worth losing them for good."

"You're everything to me, but clearly I was just a short phase in your life."

"I just want you to be happy." "The only way you can make me happy is by staying far away from me."

"I miss you, but I miss me more."

"You from the beginning we had an expiry date."

"You shouldn't be with me. " "I know. Yet here I am."

"I must have loved you in another life." "But not in this one?"

"You could stay, for me." "That's not enough for me to stay."

"I always thought I'd be someone's first choice, but I'm not even in your top five, am I?"

"I love you, but I barely know you. I don't think you even know yourself."

#these came from the scenarios i make up in my head before sleeping #angst #angst prompts #fanfiction #drarry #wolfstar #jegulus #malec #kit x ty #thomastair #six of crows #arcane #caitvi #good omens #ladynoir #mlb #marichat #kit herondale #marauders #oneshot prompts #writing prompts #writing inspiration

[luciehercndale]

Happy Birthday @alastairstom !!!🎂💜

I wrote you a little something involving some of your favorite blorbos doing something together and I hope you like it 💜💜💜

“Be quiet, Matthew,” Alastair whispered. “Thomas is asleep.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “How am I supposed to be quiet when I have to stir the dough?”

“Use a quietude rune like I did,” he replied. “I can’t risk him waking up because I’m crushing nuts.”

“He won’t,” he said, and applied the soundless rune on his forearm. “He is a heavy sleeper. He told me as much.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. Thomas could sleep through thunderstorms. “How much time do we need to bake this?”

“Mother’s recipe says sixty minutes,” Matthew glanced at the clock. “Which means we need to put it in the oven in five minutes or you can’t give it to him for breakfast.”

“By the Angel,” Alastair cursed. “Why must nuts be so hard to crush?”

“Cut them into bigger pieces.”

“Thomas doesn’t like big pieces.”

“Why must you be a tough nut to crack, Carstairs?”

“Math –” he looked at the door, trying to hear any sound coming from upstairs. “Stir the dough. We are running out of time.”

“You crush the nuts.”

Alastair frowned at Matthew but didn’t say anything. They didn’t talk much while they waited for the pie to bake, in case Thomas could hear them. Matthew also dozed off on the chair by the table. Not that Alastair needed him anymore at this point, but he wouldn’t just ask him to leave yet. For some reason, he needed moral support until the pie was ready and he knew it was as he expected it to be.

“It looks good from the outside,” Matthew commented a little before seven in the morning. They had just taken the pie out of the oven. “I wonder how it tastes.”

“I am afraid I can’t offer you a slice,” Alastair quickly said. “Can I offer you something else, instead?”

“No, but thank you, Carstairs,” he grinned. “If you don’t need my help anymore, I think I should go. Wouldn’t want Tom to find me here and ruin the surprise.”

“Next time, then.”

Alastair followed him to the foyer where he took his coat from the rack and put it on. 

“I’m sure the pie is good,” Matthew said. “He will love it. He loves nuts. And he loved my mother’s pie every time he ate it.”

“Thank you for helping me on such a short notice,” Alastair said. “And at night. I was quite desperate.”

“Don’t mention it,” he replied. “That’s what friends do, right?”

“Right,” he managed a smile. 

“Good luck,” he said. “I’ll wish happy birthday to Thomas later. Goodbye, Alastair.”

“Goodbye, Matthew.”

Alastair sighed. It was time. He went to the kitchen to retrieve the pie and climbed the stairs one at a time. He didn’t want Thomas to hear him but he also didn’t want to slip accidentally and fall and throw the pie he had spent so much time preparing on the wooden floor.

The door was open, just like they liked to leave it. This was their house and they had their privacy. They wanted to live their love out in the open here. They wanted to be free.

Thomas stirred in bed and the first thing he saw was Alastair carrying the cake. 

“You didn’t,” he muttered, his voice sleepy. “You are nuts.”

“About you? I’m quite certain I am,” Alastair offered him a loving smile and sat next to him on the bed. “Happy birthday, hamsaram.”

“Is it…?” he wondered, and he nodded. “You are completely nuts. Put the pie on the nightstand so I can properly kiss you, khoshgelam.”

Alastair did as he was told and kissed his partner vehemently. “Asheghetam,” he said once they stopped, both out of breath. 

“Asheghetam,” echoed Thomas. 

And then they ate the cake.

#tsc #tlh #thomastair #matthew fairchild #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #tweety.writes #tsc fanfiction

[keirawantstocry]

Ohhhh you take those prompts in your pinned!? Alrighty then!! No pressure, but Thomastair + sharing clothing?

i love you. i literally dropped everything i was doing to do this as soon as i saw it

thank you <3

anyway. i haven't written thomastair in a while so im hoping this sounds okay. i had thomas's voice down a few months ago but again im out of practice so hopefully i did him justice :)

-sharing clothes

Thomas had never quite considered that happiness like this could exist. He had known for years that he was not like other boys his age. Yet he never saw boys like him, ones with eyes that couldn’t care less for women, happy. He began to believe in it more when he found out about Matthew. When Anna began acting as her most authentic self. But Thomas was not Matthew and certainly was not Anna. He knew he was softer. They were made of deepslate and adamas while Thomas was made of puddy and wool. He never thought he would be brave enough to love in a world that was so opposed to his love. Surely he could never find a man willing to risk it all for him. 

So he never expected this moment. He stood at home, under his parent’s roof, in front of his lover. His family was downstairs. They loved him. They loved the man that he loved. Life was difficult as a Shadowhunter’s life often was but he had found the most beautiful man and that most beautiful man was, inexplicably, his.  

“Thomas,” Alastair said in that soft fond voice only used when they were alone. “What are you thinking about?” 

It brought him back to the present. To the beautiful man in front of him, drowning in one of Thomas’ shirts which was entirely too big on him but only made him look ever lovelier. It was all he wore as well. If there were less people in this house and Thomas was a bit braver he would have made advancements already but he kept his cool. “You,” he said. “How lucky I am to have you.” 

Crimson bloomed on Alastair’s cheeks, drawing attention to his elegant cheekbones. By the Angel, he was gorgeous. Thomas could hold himself back no longer. He strode forward and embraced his lover with a strong kiss, hands on his lower back. 

Alastair made a noise of surprise but kissed back eagerly before drawing back. “Now what was that for?” 

“You look good in my clothes,” Thomas said, head dizzy as he turned his hungry gaze down his body. 

Alastair smacked him lightly. “Don’t start what you can’t finish. Your family is literally waiting for us to come down to have breakfast. Don’t make your parents regret having us spend the night together already.” 

Thomas conceded with a sigh. “Fine.” He pulled back to grab a pair of old pants of his for Alastair. “But as soon as they leave for the markets this afternoon.” He shot a meaningful stare at Alastair whose jaw fell open at the implication. 

“Fine by me,” he said once he finally got his breath back. “That sounds perfect.” 

Thomas gave him a smug smile. “Good. Let’s go then.”

#my writing #thomastair #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #the last hours #the shadowhuter chronicles #prompt list #gay people 😔 #fanfiction

[caterpillarinacave]

  ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ “Truly, Tom, you have such a way with children.”

Thomas smiled back at [Alastair], stepping closer, and taking his hand.

 “I could say the same about you.”

“I have a way with Zachary” Alastair answered dryly, adjusting his tie, before bumping playfully into Thomas shoulder “So what's this I hear about my husband not wanting to dance with me?”

“I said that your husband could wait for a dance, not that he doesn’t want one!" Thomas retorted affectionately reaching up to cup Alastairs cheek. “There is nothing I would rather do than dance with you.”

“Really?” Alastair leaned forward, until their faces were mere centimeters apart, barely a breathe between them. “Nothing?”

“Nothing without you.”

“Well, unfortunately, I don’t think I want to do anything with you until you take off that overcoat.” Alastair gave the same impish grin as his brother, and, after planting a firm kiss on Thomas face, ducked away, calling back over his shoulder  “You smell like a dead pine tree!” - Thomastair snippet from Christmas Party WIP

#ehehe #theyre cuties #dont worry they will get a dance #the only context you get is zachary carstairs made off with a vase of choclate almonds #Thomastair #alastair carstairs #Thomas lightwood #tsc #tlh #tid #the last hours #cot #Tlh fanfiction #Mine #snippet

[right-where-you-left-me-ts]

I was working on the Thomastairs Spider-Man AU today before class and I figured I should start cataloging it. First, here is a rundown of the characters and their roles(tw: Ch*rles):

Thomas is Spider-Man, cause he fits the qualifications for the Peter Parker variant

Christopher is “the guy in the chair”, basically the science side of Spider-Man

James is MJ, obviously he’s not in love with Thomas but he’s a mixture of the drama of the in the Tobey Maguire movies and the personality of MJ from the MCU

Matthew is Harry Osborn but much less tragic and he will not have a villain arc

Alastair is Gwen Stacy

Cordelia and Lucie run an investigative blog on Spider-Man

Ch*rles is the Green Goblin

Elias is a cop

Barbara is Uncle Ben

#thomastair #thomas lightwood #the last hours tlh #Thomas Spider-Man AU #ao3 writer #alastair carstairs #alastair carstairs my beloved #tlh fanfiction #debating on who to kill #just kidding! #unless

[flowersbloomuntiltheyrot]

Flowers Bloom until they Rot and Fall Apart

Chapter 8 (PAST): All the Happiness you Lost

Another bit of happier past that sadly did not last, this time from Thomas' POV. ChoT Thomas inspired me for this as well as ChoT Eugenia, who is a gremlin. Enjoy!

Thomas sighed in defeat as he let out another coughing fit. He’d told Alastair he was recovering . He’d said he was sure he would feel well enough to meet him tonight. He cursed himself for making promises he now couldn’t keep. What would Alastair think? For a moment, Thomas considered going out anyway, but he did not think Alastair would like it much if Thomas spent the evening coughing over him. 

Pneumonia, the doctor had concluded. An old friend he had not seen in many years. Why it had come back now of all times, Thomas did not know. Perhaps it was that time he and Lucie had gone swimming and Thomas had accidentally inhaled some dirty lake water after a cannonball.

Thomas had thought they were past this, but his family had gone all the way back to protecting sick little Tommy mode, even though he was not so little anymore. And not even that sick. Going out on a date might be a bit much, but he didn’t need the coddling, his mother making him tea every hour, nor Barbara stuffing him in blankets or Eugenia watching him like a hawk to see if he might attempt to leave his bedroom.

He took his phone from the desk beside his bed, he’d missed a text from Alastair. 

Alastair: Are you feeling any better?

Thomas considered for a few moments before texting back.

Thomas: Not really. I have pneumonia apparently.

Alastair’s response was faster than Thomas could have anticipated. 

Alastair: Oh that sucks, get well soon.

Thomas: Maybe we can move tonight’s date to my place? We could watch a movie or something. I’d like the company.

They’d planned to go out for dinner, had set this date two weeks ago before Thomas had gotten sick, and he regretted having to cancel on Alastair. This was a nice enough alternative, right? Alastair always seemed to like it here. 

Alastair: If you’re sure you feel up for it. I’ll ask my mother.

After several minutes, Alastair texted again. 

Alastair: I’ll be there around six,  does that work?

Thomas: Sure! We usually eat around seven,  I’ll let my mom know you’re joining.

Thomas got up from bed and changed into a clean shirt and pants. He was about to leave his bedroom,when Eugenia grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. 

“Oh no, you don’t,” Eugenia said. “Back to bed with you.”

Thomas sighed. “I’m getting too old for this, Genie. Lying in bed all day has never done anyone any good. Also, even with pneumonia I’m stronger than you. You can’t stop me.”

“And where do you think you’re going, then?” Eugenia demanded. “Not on your date with Alastair. You always refuse to take proper rest when you’re sick. But if you won’t listen to me, I’ll call Alastair to come over and take care of you instead.”

This had to be difficult for Eugenia. While she was a gremlin who would stop at nothing to keep Thomas from going out while he was sick, she also championed his and Alastair’s relationship from the sidelines. 

“I already asked him to come over,” Thomas said. “And I was about to tell mom so she’d make enough food for all of us. And I might as well rest in the living room.” 

The reason Thomas had retreated to his bedroom to rest was that it offered a little more privacy, and when he was in there his parents did not bother him. Barbara and Eugenia not so much, Thomas didn’t think either of them had any clue what boundaries meant. 

Thomas desperately hoped he could teach his sisters to knock before Alastair spent the night here for the first time. That sort of thing would have to happen here. Alastair wasn’t out to his parents yet and he preferred to meet at Thomas’ house. Besides, Thomas didn’t think Alastair’s father liked him very much. Thomas had the sense something was not quite right there, with Alastair’s father in particular, but he’d never been able to get Alastair to talk about it. 

He found his mother outside in the garden, watering the blue roses. Those had always been among Thomas’ favorites. 

“Tom, how are you feeling?” 

“Could be better, could be worse,” Thomas said. “Alastair’s coming over for dinner tonight. We were going out, but since I’m not feeling well we’re going to watch a movie at home instead. Is that alright?”

“Sure. I’m making cauliflower soup tonight, there should be plenty.”

His mother always made more soup than they needed. If he’d been feeling better, he would have helped with the cooking, he loved to cook. Now, he returned inside to the living room, folding himself into a blanket on the couch. He’d asked Alastair to bring him his homework so he could at least keep up somewhat. While it was a bad idea to try magic when he could be interrupted any moment by  a coughing fit, he should at least try to keep up with the theory. He needed to keep his grades up if he wanted to be accepted into a magical botany programme at university. 

Thomas jumped up from the couch as the doorbell rang, but Eugenia had long beat him to the front gate. It always felt impractical, to have to open the front gate and then the front door, but there were too many deadly plants in the garden to not put a big fence around it. 

Eugenia was talking loudly about how Thomas was still sick, how he’d been coughing all day and how Alastair should make sure he didn’t move too much from the couch. Thomas wondered if it was possible to die of embarrassment. Then he realized he’d gone out with no shoes on and was still wrapped in a Mickey Mouse blanket. 

“Alastair. It’s good to see you.”

Alastair was dressed nicely in a black blouse and matching trousers, his hair styled to perfection as usual. Thomas didn’t think Alastair ever had bad hair days. It had grown out a little, he used to keep it short but now it had grown past his ears, falling in soft locks over his forehead. He looked at Thomas through the thick lashes circling his dark eyes. He often did that, eyes just a little closed, and Thomas couldn’t help but wonder if he did it on purpose. If Alastair knew how seductive it made him look. 

“You’re not contagious, right?” Alastair asked.

“No,” Thomas said.  “It’s a bacterial pneumonia, so you can’t catch it from me. I’m taking antibiotics for it.” 

“That sounds serious,” Alastair said. “I’m sure the antibiotics will help, but my mother and I also made some remedies. They’re haoma based. This should lower the fever, this one helps with the coughing, and the last helps you feel less tired.”

“I think I could use all of those,” Thomas said. 

Alastair explained how to dose the different remedies, and Thomas took a little bit of everything. There wasn’t an instant effect he could feel, but Alastair explained he would likely start feeling better after an hour or so. He should take his next dose the next morning. 

“Don’t mind my sister too much,” Thomas said. “I’m not sure they know what boundaries are. Fortunately, it’s only Eugenia, though I’m sure Barbara would have been here if she didn’t have an evening shift.”

His oldest sister had moved in with her boyfriend Oliver not long ago, and while he’d had to get used to her not being around, he was glad she was not here while he was sick. It was just Eugenia today.

“I think she’s just protective,” Alastair said.

“She is, but do I look like I need protecting?”

Thomas barely finished his sentence before breaking into another coughing fit that took a good several minutes to stop. 

“No offense, but right now  you kind of do,” Alastair said. “The Mickey Mouse blanket looks cute on you though. Good thing I brought my mother’s remedies. You’ll feel better soon, I promise.”

Thomas sighed. The Mickey Mouse blanket had been one from his childhood, and it just so happened to be one of the bigger blankets in the house. The only one, in fact, that he could still wrap himself in. 

“What movie did you have in mind?” Alastair asked. 

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#Thomas Lightwood #Alastair Carstairs #Eugenia Lightwood #Sophie Lightwood #the last hours #fanfiction #thomastair

[simplyclary]

A Special Shoutout to An Author 😍

I would like to dedicate this post to @all-this-panic-still-no-disco for a few reasons and maybe a fic review...

First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Clary and I am a Shadowhunters stan and my current favorite ship/obsession is Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs. When I was on the hunt for some good fics to read, some beautiful angels on here recommended your fics namely: "In The Dark", "Something Borrowed" and "Don't Say You Love Me". (my review for all of these fics would be indicated in the latter part of this entry)

I gotta say that I have already finished all of them and oh my angel, I rated them all 5/5 stars. They were amazing fics, I love a good AU, a canon-compliant story and you served me just that. I swooned, I cried, I gasped, I laughed, you basically made me feel every emotion possible.

I wanna say that by my standards (which are not very high, to begin with), you can already publish like an actual book because the way you write these fics and the storylines are amazing and top-notch! I adore your writing so much! The chapter end notes are so cute and I thought that I would dedicate this entire post just for you.

Now, onto the fic reviews...

First fic I read was "Something Borrowed". I loved it and the emotions I felt was everything you could think of. I basically devoured the story, I finished it in less than an hour. The writing is amazing! The storyline is great! I would highly recommend!

Second fic I read was "In The Dark". This is, by far, the longest fic that I have ever read in my life and I finished it in a couple of days. This is one of my top 5 fave fics because it was just otherworldly! The dialogue, the teasing, the heartbreak, the angry times, the swooning, the writing, the story, the tension, was perfection! I still could not get over the chapter when Thomas tied Alastair to the bed while teasing him (I was pulling my hair out of laughter!)

Last fic I recently finished was "Don't Say You Love Me". This is another favorite of mine. I clearly love heartbreak (I'm kidding!) but you delivered it in an amazing way! I love the storyline of this and the dialogue everything! The dynamics between the characters was enjoyable.

Clearly, I had an amazing time reading your fics and I have been highlighting some of my fave quotes to revisit in the future because how can I not revisit such amazing dialogue and lines?

I would like to dedicate a little section just to rave about your writing and the dialogues.

Your writing is amazing! I would read an entire book written by you, I promise! I have only read your Thomas and Alastair centric fics but I might check out some of your other works too. I am in awe of how you come up with amazing stories like "In The Dark" which was an AU. Honestly, that storyline is still engraved in my mind to this very day and I finished it last week.

Another point is your dialogue. The banter, the love declarations, I adore them! You are matching the levels of authors like Jessa Hastings (Magnolia Parks series), Christina Lauren (Love and Other Words) and Mia Sheridan (Archer's Voice) when it comes to the declarations of love. Like I literally have a lot of annotations from your fics and some quotes because I want to revisit them every now and again just to feel something.

Lastly, I want to rave about the smut. I'm 23 and I'm new to smutty and spicy content but that didn't stop me from reading and loving every spicy scene in your fics. For me, you are almost in the same level as Sarah J. Maas (ACOTAR series) when it comes to smut because the words in the spicy scenes in your fics, I have only read them in the ACOTAR series.

I could rave about you and your writing all day long if I can. I just wanna say a big thank you for writing these amazing stories. I could reread all your fics with no problem.

Sending you a big hug and lots of love from my heart to yours.

#the last hours #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

[wraithsapphic]

“He was kind to me.” Gabriel smiled. His eyes were bright. “I am glad.”

In the midst of mourning, Jesse Blackthorn finds his place in the family he has never been allowed to know, and Christopher Lightwood is given a funeral.

a little fic i wrote right after chain of thorns came out that i’m posting for the one-year anniversary because i wanted jesse to bond with his family and i wanted intermission: grief to be more than it was

#tsc #the last hours #chain of thorns #chain of thorns spoilers #chot #christopher lightwood #jesse blackthorn #thomas lightwood #lucie herondale #luciejesse #ghostwriter #thomastair #tsc fic #tsc fanfiction #thomastair fic #shadowhunters

[vwritesaus]

When it’s all over, when the shaking shifts to faint trembles and the woven brightness between them reduces to a cosy warmth, Thomas thinks he needs to learn how to breathe again. He just can’t seem to catch it, even as Alastair—who himself is breathing heavily—rolls off Thomas and lands on the mattress with a thump.       The quietness of the infirmary is broken by their laboured breathing, and yet Thomas has never felt more at peace. His gaze, set on the ceiling, shifts to the man lying next to him. Alastair’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his eyes closed serenely, and his red, kiss-swollen lips parted. A rosy blush coats his cheekbones, his lashes black and long and fluttering with each inhale, and there’s an ethereal glow to his brown skin, like an angel from on high, and warm as a summer’s day.       He’s beautiful.       He’s so beautiful that Thomas can't believe he’s allowed to see him like this. That they’d lain together, touched each other, spilled wordless declarations onto their bodies in ways Thomas has only ever dreamed about, and had only gotten a sample of during their last carriage ride.       This was so much better, and so much more. Thomas is reeling from the magnitude of it all. His limbs continue to harbour sweet, electric tingles, unadulterated euphoria contained within flesh and bone, and the imprint of Alastair—his touch, his kisses—are embossed in the depth of Thomas’s very core.       He and Alastair… they really did that. They really did—       Alastair’s arm shoots out, causing Thomas to jolt from the suddenness. He grips Thomas’s wrist, tight as a vice.       ‘Damn you, Thomas,’ he whispers. A short, gasping laugh fills the sliver of space between them and Alastair’s half-lidded gaze, dark with emotion, slides to Thomas. ‘Damn you.’       It’s playful, his voice laced with awe, and Thomas scoops Alastair’s hand up and brings the knuckles to his lips.

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so sorry for the SUPER quick graphic ajksdhas but i'm super tired and i'm just glad this fic is finally out lol :'D

anyway, this basically takes place straight after the infirmary scene in chain of thorns and just my silly little take on some thomastair pillow talk c': hope you enjoy it!!

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tagging people who might be interested: @drunkonimagination @astriefer @ferrari-go-vroom-vroom @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @claritywithclary @bluewrite

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#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the last hours #tlh #chain of thorns #chot #cot #chain of thorns spoilers #chot spoilers #cot spoilers #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #thomastair fanfiction #thomastair fic #the last hours fanfiction #tlh fanfiction #the last hours fanfic #tlh fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #missing scene #canon compliant #fluff and mild angst #breathe #tbh i don't think this is my best work but oh well #at least it's done :') #did it for the boys....

[laylax13s]

Chapters: 1/20 Fandom: The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Alastair Carstairs/Thomas Lightwood, Alastair Carstairs/Charles Fairchild, Cordelia Carstairs/James Herondale, Jesse Blackthorn/Lucie Herondale, Cordelia Carstairs/Matthew Fairchild, Ariadne Bridgestock/Anna Lightwood, Ariadne Bridgestock/Eugenia Lightwood, Ariadne Bridgestock & Alastair Carstairs & Eugenia Lightwood, Alastair Carstairs & Thomas Lightwood, Grace Blackthorn/Christopher Lightwood Characters: Alastair Carstairs, Thomas Lightwood, Charles Fairchild, Cordelia Carstairs, James Herondale, Matthew Fairchild, Lucie Herondale, Jesse Blackthorn, Grace Blackthorn, Christopher Lightwood, Eugenia Lightwood, Ariadne Bridgestock, Anna Lightwood, Sona Carstairs, Elias Carstairs, Jem Carstairs, Zachary Carstairs Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Crack, Crack, Inspired by Music, Inspired by Fanfiction, Song: Boys Don't Cry (The Cure), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Eventual Fluff, Drama & Romance, Drama, Character Death, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Boarding School Summary:

enemies to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers :)) dramaaaaa (and fluff ofc ofc) minimal smut (i had to) light angst read the tags!!

"Imagine eternity, doesn't seem that long They say nothing lasts forever We'll have to prove them wrong" @all-for-the-fanfiction @life-through-the-eyes-of @prayers0for0rain

#alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #thomastairs #tlh fanfiction #the last hours fanfiction #thomastair fanfiction #thomas x alastair #enemies to lovers #fluff #smut #angst with a happy ending

[4uru]

Rubatosis - Words_of_Filius_Lunae - The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare [Archive of Our Own]

Sooo i did a thing.

#alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #tlh fanfiction #thomastair fanfiction #words of filius lunae

[melanielocke]

The Stars Collide - Chapter One

When Prince Charles of Fair dies suddenly and unexpectedly, his widower Alastair has to remarry a different noble soon to keep the treaty between their planets intact. He ends up marrying Thomas, the son of the Duke of Lightwood and together they have to navigate the perils of politics, marriage, and possibly love.

But Alastair has been keeping secrets, and not everyone is so happy about their match, and the two of them will have to fight to keep their marriage, the treaty, and their lives.

This is the start of a new TLH sci-fi AU loosely based on Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell, the first chapter posted today for Jaimie's birthday, congratulations!

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‘You can’t be serious.’

Thomas wasn’t sure what he’d just walked into in aunt Charlotte’s throne room, but Matthew seemed upset. The past two months hadn’t been easy on him, Thomas knew that. Matthew and Charles had never been close, and Matthew had often claimed to hate his older brother, but that didn’t make losing him any easier. If anything, Thomas had always believed it made it harder, to lose someone you were on bad terms with.

‘I’m sorry, am I interrupting?’ Thomas asked.

His father had wanted him to speak to Charlotte about something political, Thomas was hardly an expert but he had all the files on his phone. He was starting to think that had been a mistake, why not wait until Charlotte was out of mourning?

‘Yes,’ Queen Charlotte said at the same time Matthew said ‘No.’

‘I can come back another time,’ Thomas said.

‘You are staying,’ Mathew decided. ‘Thomas, help me out here. Not only am I expected to follow in Charles’ footsteps as new crown prince, take on all his stupid responsibilities, but I’m also to marry his widower.’

Thomas stared at Matthew, then at Charlotte. ‘Wait, what?’

‘Thomas, please don’t take it personally, but I would rather discuss this with my son in private.’

‘I’m not marrying Alastair!’ Matthew shouted. ‘He hates me. He’ll hate me even more if he ends up chained to me. It’s going to be a disaster. And I still don’t understand what’s the point to it.’

‘Matthew, this is serious. Without this marriage, our treaty with Turan is void.’

Turan was a nearby planet and one of seven in Queen Charlotte’s alliance. Intergalactic peace was dependent on such treaties kept by marriage, only then the sovereignty of their seven planets would be recognized. There were so many powers out there in the universe, empires so big Thomas was unable to wrap his head around it and if the treaty fell, any of them could invade if they chose to.

Thomas had always thought it was unfair to force marriages upon people for the sake of a treaty, Charlotte did too, but when the alternative was being invaded by an intergalactic empire Thomas understood sacrifices had to be made. Despite being the Queen of a planet, Charlotte didn’t make the rules.

‘And I’m not the only one who can uphold that treaty. Any noble will suffice. Even Thomas here could do it.’

Thomas’ father was the Duke of Lightwood and one of Charlotte’s closest allies from her own planet, and therefore Thomas had grown up knowing the ins and outs of the treaties, the various limitations his father and Charlotte had in improving Fair’s laws. Any mistake and their recognition as protected territory was void. Thomas had always avoided working in politics for that very reason, it was far too anxiety inducing. He didn’t want to spend his time thinking about the prospect of the Fair Planet falling into enemy hands if he messed up.

Matthew, unfortunately, seemed to have skipped this part of his education. He’d never cared much for politics and as the younger son he’d never had to. Thomas hadn’t either, but he’d been interested when he was young. He spoke the common language from each of the seven planets of the alliance at least. A good thing, because with Barbara gone and Eugenia working in medicine, Thomas was the heir.

‘I could,’ Thomas said. ‘Marry Alastair, that is. To uphold the treaty, and everything.’

Thomas wasn’t sure why he said what he was saying. Alastair was grieving. He’d never wanted anything to do with Thomas, or Matthew, or anyone outside Charles really. Even if Thomas did feel attracted to Alastair, even if there was a chance Alastair could like him, this was not the right time. Except for the treaty, of course. They would have to find another Turan noble, or find Alastair a new partner and with the official mourning period soon ending, they were running out of time.

Charlotte frowned. ‘You’re serious, Thomas?’

‘Someone has to do it, right? Did you speak to Alastair about it? Did he note any preferences? I mean, I can’t imagine Matthew would be his choice.’

Thomas wouldn’t be either, he knew that. He wasn’t Charles and he had no clue what he was getting himself into. For the treaty, he told himself. And for Matthew too.

‘Alastair understands how important this treaty is,’ Charlotte said. ‘His only request was for a male partner. So I guess you would suffice, Thomas. Don’t take this lightly though. We could all die if your union isn’t recognized.’

‘I won’t,’ Thomas said and if he wasn’t supposed to take this lightly, why on earth had Charlotte ever considered Matthew for this role?

‘I don’t understand why you did that, but thank you,’ Matthew said once they walked out of Charlotte’s throne room.

‘You’re right, you and Alastair would have been a disaster,’ Thomas said.

‘And you and Alastair won’t be?’

‘We’ll see,’ Thomas said. ‘Truth to be told, I barely know him. But someone has to do it or we’ll all die and I do speak the Turan language so I guess that helps with the political alliance stuff.’

‘Is that necessary?’ Matthew asked. ‘I didn’t even know.’

‘I don’t know,’ Thomas said. ‘Right now I’m more concerned with Alastair. And I’m concerned with you too, Matthew. I know what happened to Charles affects you.’

‘I’ve worked through that,’ Matthew said. ‘I’m fine. I never liked him anyway.’

Thomas didn’t believe that for a second, but he never knew how to approach sensitive subjects with Matthew. Whatever he tried, Matthew bounced it right off and pretended everything was fine. Matthew had quit drinking, but Thomas might have been able to convince him to seek help earlier had he known how to break through that shield.

Matthew waved his hand dramatically. ‘I still can’t believe you just volunteered to get married. I mean, I know you’ve always thought he was hot but still.’

‘Yeah, me neither,’ Thomas said with a sigh.

Alastair packed up the last from his belongings. He would be moving out of the Crown Prince’s rooms soon. Queen Charlotte had been generous to let him stay here for the time being, but Prince Matthew would want to move in soon. As he understood it, Matthew had refused to marry him at all costs and Alastair couldn’t blame him. Matthew wouldn’t have been his choice either, but he’d let it up to the Queen. In all her wisdom, she’d found him a different nobleman to marry apparently. Someone who’d volunteered for it. Alastair would have to do his best not to let him down then. Not like he’d let Charles down.

A stroke, they’d said. Uncommon at Charles’ age, but then he’d always been a heavy smoker. Apparently heart disease ran in the Branwell family and all things combined Charles had just gotten unlucky. Still, Alastair could not quite believe it. He had been married to Charles for six years. And while it had been a political union, Alastair had loved him more than anything.

He went back to the day he and Charles had first met. It was something Alastair had always been able to do, go back in time in his own head, replay his memories before his eyes as if they were happening right then. In time he’d even learnt to access the memories of other people, something Charles had encouraged. Recover them, and with some effort even removing or changing memories became possible. Alastair preferred to stay out of other people’s heads, but his gifts had had their use to Charles.

No one knew why he was like this, and Alastair wished he did sometimes. It happened sometimes that people were born different like him, but not often. His mother often told him he’d been blessed by the stars. To Alastair that sounded rather meaningless.  

The first day he’d met Charles had been at Turan’s palace. Alastair had been a minor prince there, his mother a second cousin to the Shah, just closely related enough to still have the title. On most other planets, Alastair wouldn’t even hold the title of prince, but this was Turan’s strategy to make sure there were always enough princes around to marry off to foreign nobles. He’d been visiting the Shah’s palace at the same time Charles had. His family had lived on a recluse estate back then, to keep Father’s problems hidden, but Alastair couldn’t hide forever, he’d wanted to do his duty and get politically involved.

Charles had wanted to propose to the Shah’s younger brother first. Politically, he’d been the better option. Wealthier, more influential. It had been a coincidence he’d encountered Alastair during his visit to the library, that they’d struck up a conversation about intergalactic politics, how they were all trapped between empires so big they were beyond their imagining. How Charles had wanted to change that. Alastair had been so charmed by him, he never could have imagined Charles could be interested in someone like him.

Charles had proposed to him a week after. Alastair had said yes immediately. He’d said goodbye to his family and left with Charles to go back to the Fair Planet where they’d lived for the past six years.

It had taken some getting used to. Gravity was lighter on Fair. Most of the planet was ocean, except the water was fresh rather than salty. Fair was one of the biggest exporters of fresh water this part of the galaxy. He missed home sometimes, he missed speaking his own language, his sister. He hadn’t spoken to her in so long.

Alastair took his bag with belongings outside the room and through the courtyard of the palace, and looked at the night’s sky. With a telescope he might be able to see Turan on a night this clear, the closest he’d been to his home in a long time. He still had a treaty to keep up, and soon he would be meeting his new husband. Alastair was far from ready to remarry. He didn’t think he could ever get it right. But he could protect the treaty.

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#Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Matthew Fairchild #Charlotte Fairchild #The Last Hours #fanfiction #Star's Collide #Thomastair

[luciehercndale]

This was supposed to be posted on Valentine's Day, but I am a little busy/burned out so I'm taking my time. Thomastair in their 40's being silly and playful and in love <3 Thomas wants to write a love letter to Alastair.

Rating: G

Hamsaram, this year will be our twentieth Valentine’s Day together, and I  –

Thomas heard the footsteps coming from the first floor, and dropped his fountain pen on the piece of paper in front of him. The ink splattered all over the white, and washed away the words he had typed. He sighed, but there was nothing to do to save the few lines anymore.

“Tom?”

“Yes?” He looked up from his desk, and grinned at his handsome husband. 

Alastair’s eyes went on the paper in front of him, and Thomas was grateful that the pen had ruined it. “Are you working?”

“No, I was just,” he paused, “writing down the things we need to buy for the house.”

“Well, it looks like you’ll have to do that again,” he said. “Do remember the shaving soap, jegaram. It’s almost finished.”

“It was the first thing I wrote on the list,” he lied. He thanked Alastair for reminding him. They truly needed shaving soap. “Let me write that again before I forget.”

“Instead of doing that, why don’t you help me?”

“Are you going somewhere?”

Alastair tilted his head on the side. “In this? Heck, no,” he shrugged. “I thought it was a good day to paint that spare room on the upper floor.”

“The shirt looks fine to me,” Thomas said. 

“There’s a big stain over here and here,” Alastair pointed out. 

Thomas crumpled the stained paper and threw it into the trashcan by the desk. “I can’t see it from here,” he squinted his eyes with a grin. 

“It’s right here,” he added, but Thomas was shrugging. “Perhaps, if you came closer, you would see.”

He rose from his chair and inspected his partner’s clothing with his finger. “This tiny thing? It’s nothing compared to the blot that ruined my paper.”

Alastair rolled his eyes. “Paper is useless if you make a mess with the pen. Ruined shirts are perfect for house chores, instead.”

“Do you have an old shirt for me, jegaram?”

“What do you think? I always come prepared, my handsome Tom,” he assured, offering him a wide smile. 

That was enough to convince him to go upstairs and help him. 

The love letter would have to wait. 

“There is paint in your hair,” Alastair said, and brushed Thomas’ brown strands.

“I might have touched my hair while I was on the ladder,” he answered. “It was covering my eyes.”

“You were about to do that again”, he took his hand. It was covered in yellow paint, and Alastair grabbed a tissue to clean it. 

Thomas sighed. “How come you’re not dirty? You probably painted more than I, but your shirt looks even cleaner than before.”

“Luck?”

“Don’t look so proud, dear.” Thomas said, and left a trail of wet paint on Alastair’s white shirt. 

Alastair raised his eyebrows. “Oh, so is this how it is, huh?”

“You had to throw away this shirt anyway,” Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Besides, this isn’t yours.”

“How do you know?”

“It looks too big on you,” he touched his chest. “But I like it. Too bad you can’t wear it outside.”

“Tom, even if it’s yours, I wouldn’t have worn it outside,” Alastair shrugged. “It has stains.”

“It did not,” he insisted. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Whatever you say, hamsaram. At least, we’re almost done with this room.”

“Teamwork pays off,” he agreed. 

“Indeed. And it tires. I think I’m going to nap for a bit.” Alastair smiled at his husband. “Are you coming with me?”

Thomas sighed. He wanted to go, but this break offered him a great opportunity to finish that letter. “I think I’m going to pass,” he said. “I just remembered I need to look at some papers.”

“I’d rather look at the bed for a while,” Alastair said. 

I would rather look at the bed and at you for a while too, Thomas thought absentmindedly. But if I don’t write this letter now, I may not have the time later.

“I’ll help you with the room again later?” he offered.

“Sure,” Alastair kissed his lips and left.

Hamsaram, this year will be our twentieth Valentine’s Day together, and I am ecstatic to be spending it with you. You are the only one I want to spend it with, aside with our two kitties. Do not be jealous. You make me the happiest person alive. I just need to look into those big black eyes of yours to feel invigorated, content, and at home. Safe. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, and I am thankful for every day we spend together. Years ago, when I accidentally sent you that fire message with that awkward line, I never thought we would get this far. I wasn’t sure you would give us another chance, or that we would survive at all because of the threat posed over the city at the time. We made it, against all odds. You’re so precious to me. And I 

Thomas raised his head from the sheet. Alastair observed him, his head tilted to the side. 

“Still working, Tom?”

He covered the letter with his forearms. He wouldn’t stain the paper again. “Yes? I mean, no.”

“I made dinner,” he informed him. “I came to tell you the food is on the table. Do you remember we have night patrol, right?”

Thomas glanced at the clock on his side. “Damn,” he said. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were too focused and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I completely forgot about patrol,” he scratched the back of his head. 

“You need to eat, hamsaram,” Alastair said, and started walking back to the kitchen. “We have an annoying night ahead of us.”

Thomas could only sigh. He had spent the last few hours trying to come up with something decent, but he always ended up throwing the paper away. One time, his pen lost too much ink on the sheet again. Another time, he thought that inverting the sentences would be more effective, and discarded that piece only to decide that it was better how he wrote it the first time. 

Now, he only wrote half of it. And they had to go out, which meant he could go back to it tomorrow. Ugh. 

He left the letter on the desk and followed his partner. 

Night patrol ended up better than they expected. They had a minor inconvenience when Laurence Ashdown thought there was a demon lurking around the corner, but it turned out to be just a rat. And that was the highlight of their night, since London was quiet as ever. Perhaps even demons had found a Valentine that night, and were busy celebrating.

After they returned, Thomas wanted to take a bath and then sleep. He needed to eat something first, and Alastair promised that he would get the bath ready. He was sure this would give him the energy to finish his letter. It was barely February 14th, after all. He had time. 

He saw Alastair holding something when he reached the bedroom, and his breath caught. 

“Is it yours?” Alastair asked. 

Thomas bit his lip. “It’s bad,” he sighed. “You shouldn’t have read it. Have you read it? Please, tell me you didn’t.”

“I read it. I thought it was the grocery list. It was so corny, I thought I was going to cry sugar. But Tom,” he grabbed his hand, and kissed his knuckles. “It was beautiful. I loved it.”

“I didn’t even finish it,” he shook his head. “There was a lot I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t have time to write. Why did we have patrol on the night before Valentine’s?”

“It was perfect the way it was, hamsaram,” Alastair chuckled. “You’re also precious to me. You are my home. And I love you.”

“I love you too,” he echoed, and put his arms behind Alastair’s neck. “I didn’t write that in the letter.”

“Yes, but I don’t need you to write it to know. I’ve known for twenty years.”

“We need to celebrate,” Thomas said. “Is there something downstairs? Wine?”

“What did you have in mind?”

He smirked. “Did you draw the bath? We could toast to our love. Relax. Forget about the rest of the world for today.”

“I believe it’s a great idea,” Alastair grinned. “Let me get the champagne.”

#tsc #tsc fanfiction #thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #tlh #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #tweety.writes