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imherongraystairstrash · 1 year

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Heyy, can you please write something about Charlotte and henry’s marriage? I love them so much and I’m really curious about their dynamic, especially because they thought the other didn’t love them. I think theirs is the relationship we know the least about in TID, and this really pisses me off because it’s so peculiar!

And I really wanted you to know that I you’re literally amazing at writing fics, they’re so goooood🫶🫶

Thank you💫💫

Aww you're making me blush!! That's so sweet of you, thank you so much for sending in this request <3

As you know, I love Charlotte and Henry, so I was more than happy to write this fic! I really hope you enjoy it!

Charlotte stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t usually admit it, but she looked pretty. A lovely little bride, her aunt had said. She ran her fingertips under her soft veil, its golden hue matched her complexion perfectly. The cut was flattering; she didn’t have much of a figure, though the dress dissimulated it. Charlotte had never been handy with embroidery, but even she could admire the elaborate and exceedingly tidy stitches.

The dress had been her mother’s. Her mother–Charlotte’s grandmother, that is—had done the stitches herself. Charlotte had never met her, but her mother told her that she had a gift for art. She made sculptures, paintings, anything that required creating. Charlotte had inherited absolutely nothing of those gifts, her father often saying she was born too rational. He had meant it as a compliment, though Charlotte didn’t take it as such. She stared at the stitches in admiration and longing before looking back at her reflection.

She sighed. She’d never looked prettier in her entire life. Maybe it would be enough for Henry to fall in love with her. Angel knew she needed someone to love her, now that her father was no longer there to do so. And, the plain truth was that she was hopelessly in love with him. If only he returned the sentiment, maybe she could find something worth waking up for.

Only, Henry didn’t love her. And if she had let herself believe that he did, she was being incredibly foolish.

Such lovely thoughts to be having on your wedding day, Charlotte thought to herself, exactly the thoughts a bride dreams to have before walking down the altar.

Charlotte blamed her current pessimism on her father's passing, which had somehow transformed the world into something bleak and exhausting. Every night (that she didn’t have to patrol, of course) she fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow and wouldn’t wake until the next morning. She’d never slept so long in her entire life. And yet, she was still tired. She worked all day trying to understand the puzzle that is the institute.

Her father had left minimal instructions as to how exactly to run the institute, so Charlotte was left rummaging through the countless files, trying to piece together any sort of guidance as to what exactly she should be doing. And yet, no matter how hard she tried, she always came up short.

On top of that, she had a wedding to worry about. A wedding she would have been more excited for, had she known her husband-to-be loved her. Alas, Henry seemed to be nothing more than fond of Charlotte, as if she were a sibling’s pet puppy. Really, poor Henry was only doing his duty as a son and paying off his father’s debt.

Because of this, the wedding planning had been more of a burden than anything. Charlotte didn’t exactly enjoy planning such frivolous celebrations, nor did she want to celebrate the day Henry was being chained to her for life for something he didn’t even do.

Dread filled Charlotte’s stomach at the thought of that. Dread and sympathy for poor Henry. She shook her head, not wanting to think about it anymore.

She also realized, while planning her wedding, that she had no friends. She had to ask her aunt Callida to be her suggess. Before, it hadn’t mattered that she didn’t have any companions because she had always planned on asking her father to be her suggess. Now, of course, her father wasn’t here for her to ask.

Of course, Callida was incredibly sweet and had always looked after Charlotte, especially after her mother’s passing, so she could have thought of no one better to ask.

Speaking of, Aunt Callida knocked on the door and told Charlotte it was time. Charlotte took one last glance at herself in the mirror. She seemed to have gone pale, so she quickly pinched her cheeks to give them more color before nodding and following her aunt out the door.

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Charlotte had walked down the aisle somewhat dazed, paying little attention to the guests. Her entire focus was on Henry, who was looking back at her, his expression a mix between nervousness and something else, indecipherable in Charlotte’s eyes. Nevertheless, when he smiled at her, a warm sensation filled her chest. She couldn’t help but smile back at him.

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Charlotte looked up at Henry as the door closed behind them. The festivities were He was so much taller than she was, she had to crane her head up to see him. He looked a little bit uneasy, as if he were filled with dread. Charlotte’s heart sank.

“Henry,” she asked, “what’s the matter?”

Henry didn’t answer, he just sort of stared at her.

“Henry?” She asked, confused.

“It’s just– we don’t have to…if you don’t want to,” he trailed off.

Charlotte was even more confused. “To what?”

Henry turned an adorable shade of red. “erm– you know…”

Charlotte just stared back at him.

Now Henry looked confused. “You do know, don’t you?”

Charlotte blinked. “Henry, I have not the slightest idea what you are talking about.”

“Erm…what I’m trying to say…that we don’t,” he looked exasperated and simply blurted out “intercourse.”

“Oh,” Charlotte said, embarrassed. “Henry, I don’t really…”, she trailed off, awkwardly.

Henry’s eyes softened. “Do you know what it is?”

“Yes. Well, not really.” she said, furrowing her eyebrows. “I know what it’s for, but not exactly how it’s done.”

Henry smiled at her. “I can explain it to you, if you’d like.”

She smiled back at him. “I would like that very much.”

And so, they both sat down at the foot of the bed, their shoulders slightly touching, while Henry explained it to her. Charlotte looked up at him as he spoke, admiring him. He caught her eye and they both smiled shyly.

Once he was done, she nodded and said, “Well, to answer your previous question, I’d like to try it. That is, if you want to as well.” She added, rather timidly.

Henry smiled at her. “All right then.” He said, pressing a kiss to her temple and Angel help her, she fell even more in love with him.

…

They both stared up at the ceiling from where they were laying in bed, panting. Charlotte had never felt such a feeling of ecstasy in her entire life. She could never have imagined it in her wildest dreams.

She turned her head to Henry, unable to contain her grin. He sensed her looking at him and turned his head towards her as well, matching her smile with one of his own. He lifted a hand and brushed a strand of her hair away from her eyes.

“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.” She blurted out.

Henry laughed. “I agree.”

And in that moment, Charlotte could have sworn he was looking at her with adoration. Either that or it was her imagination. Charlotte turned on her side, tucking her hands under her pillow and looked at him, a soft smile on her face.

“I didn’t know your middle name was Jocelyn.” She said.

Henry turned on his side as well. “After my mother’s parabatai.”

“What happened to her?”

Henry shrugged, “She passed away when she and my mother were young. Mother never talks about her.”

“I’m sorry.” Charlotte said.

“That’s all right. I never met her. I can’t exactly mourn her.”

“Sometimes someone’s absence speaks louder than their presence.” Charlotte said, thinking about her father and how she missed him more now than when he was alive.

Henry looked at her sincerely, likely sensing she was sad, and reached for her hand, holding it tightly. Charlotte couldn’t stop the smile that creeped into her lips, feeling thankful that Henry was there, at least. Even if he didn’t love her half as much as she loved him, at least he was there, at least he cared. And having even a piece of Henry’s heart was enough for her.

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Dinner Night With the Herondales

Pairing: Gabriel Lightwood & Cecily Herondale

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory. Plus baby Anna is a little thunderstorm and her family loves her a lot.

Length: +2k

CW: none

It's a fic for my dearest friend and one of the coolest people I know. happy late birthday!! <3

The lightwood Townhouse, London 1886

Two-year-old Anna Lightwood marches from the nursery, eyes twinkling. She walks across the lounge as her father follows her, trying half-heartedly to retrieve his stolen hat. "Mam!"

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Gabriel puts no real effort into it, more concerned Anna doesn't crush into a wall. He seems amused if anything, and by the mischievous smile plastered to Cecily's little girl's face, it's clear she's quite enjoying herself too.

She only stops pacing around the room when she's in front of her, Gabriel on her heels. Bright, eager blue eyes look at her, a replica of her own.

"Ma," Anna says, in that childish, high-pitched voice of hers. Cecily smiles and crouches down so Anna doesn't have to tilt her head so high. Cecily wouldn't be able to do it soon.

The hat was far too wide on her small head, falling forward and covering her eyes. The dark-haired woman fixed it for her daughter. "What a lovely hat you have there, cariad bach."

Anna touches it, pleased with the compliment, and giggles. Her chubby hands grasp the brims of Gabriel's hat – with effort, as it was huge on her – and tilting it as if she's in a show, bowing to her crowd. It only results in the hat falling on her face again. Cecily's heart fills with warmth as she laughs. So confident her daughter is, making mischief and standing for what she wants. Even if it was her husband's hat.

Cecily finds it hard to believe one can possibly love so hard. But she looks at her husband, his green eyes meeting hers. There's this undeniable emotion in his eyes as he looks at her and their daughter, pride and adoration and happiness she feels just as much.

While she gets back on her feet, Gabriel swoops Anna into his arms. The toddler squeals and squirms, her dark hair is revealed when he lifts the hat from her face and puts it neatly on his head. Anna, in an instant, retreats to kicking her arms and legs in protest. The maid enters the lounge just a moment after, quick to bring Anna a hat fitting her size. It matches her dress, a blue shade or two lighter than Cecily's own outing dress.

Gabriel thanks the maid while Anna, still not satisfied, attempts to steal his hat once again. The pout on her face makes it hard to do anything but laugh. "You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?" He says, arching an amused eyebrow at his oldest daughter. Anna, ever unapologetic and confident, puts her hands on her waist and makes a sound of pure dissatisfaction.

"You two, stop it," Cecily sighs. Inside, however, she finds it very entertaining. Being done herself, she takes Anna from Gabriel so he can finish the last touches on his appearance.

"Well," he says with a broad grin, finished fastening his cuffs. He gestures broadly to the door as he links his and his wife's arms together. The graze is gentle and warm. "Off to Wales, we go."

"I can't believe it," Gabriel grumbles. It's the fifth time he says this sentence accompanied by a grumpy face he wears ever since they entered the carriage.

"Oh, hush," Cecily says. "There are worse things than that."

"It’s the third time this week!" Gabriel proclaims, visibly annoyed. "And it is only Wednesday." The blue-eyed woman presses her lips at his words, adjusting the toddler on her lap as he continues. "I have never," Gabriel huffed, "ever imagined I'd be subscribed to the `steal-your-in-law's carriage` membership."

Much to their surprise, when they left their townhouse earlier they found the carriage raider – without the carriage and with a note. Soon Gabriel came to the realization his dear in-law, Will, had 'borrowed' his carriage to a visitor of the Institute that wished to go to town but had no carriage available. Had Gabriel's brother lived far from them, they would have gotten stuck.

"I don't believe you had much of an option," Cecily responds, biting down a snort. She seems hardly as irked by her brother's antics. It only agitates him more. "Not that you were asked, for the matter."

The carriage comes to a halt in front of the London Institute. After climbing the stone stairs leading to the door, the three Lightwoods are ushered inside by a maid. She offers to take Gabriel's hat. He refuses, instead letting Ana toy with it like she so loves to do.

The maid bows and quietly rushes to call her masters. No longer than a few minutes later, Tessa Herondale steps into the room.

"Cecily, Gabriel," she welcomes them warmly with open arms, a smile tugged on her lips. They rise from their seats to embrace her. Cecily presses a kiss to her cheek as well, and Tessa kisses Anna's forehead. "It's been some time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed," Cecily agrees, putting her hand on her sister-in-law's forearm. They met in enclave meetings and when they had to visit the institute from time to time, of course, but nothing other than work for the past month. "We've been so caught up with tending to Anna, we barely had time for anything else."

Tessa smiles kindly at them. "The joys of parenthood, I suppose."

Gabriel glances at Tessa's hand, resting on her swollen belly, pregnant with her and Will's first child. "Is it truly safe for you to travel through portals?" he asks. "Do pregnant women suffer any kind of side effects from it?"

Tessa waves her hand dismissively, clearly unbothered by his concern. "Frequent travels through portals are not recommended, but there's no real harm. Besides," she adds as if in an afterthought, "Charlotte is the consul and she visits Idris and London regularly. I doubt she – or Henry, frankly – would have put the fetus in danger if that was the case."

"Oh," Gabriel seems and sounds relieved. The tension set in his shoulders loosens by a fraction. "Right, of course."

Tessa eyes him suspiciously. Before she can query him about that, he changes the subject. "If we're yet at the topic of children," Gabriel grimaces. "You should know that dear husband of yours is one, too. And a thief."

Tessa raises her eyebrows in question, so the green-eyed man elaborates. "He stole our carriage."

"Again?"

"Exactly what I was saying," Gabriel nods. He looks at Cecily who just rolls her eyes. He sighs, and Tessa sighs, and if Church – who is asleep on the lounge's window - could sigh, he would have done that too.

Tessa shakes her head, but shrugs. "William," she says if it solves all Gabriel's problems. "I'll have a word with him."

"I hope your baby won't grow up to be a thief like their father," Gabriel murmurs. "I hold high hopes for it, considering it shares at least half your genes." He'll love the child nonetheless even if they would be an immaculate copy of Will, and all three of them know that. Still, he wishes his nephew would be a bit less impish. Wistful thinking, he knows.

Tessa pushes back brown curls behind her ear. "No matter, now. Shall we go to the portal?"

They agree, so Gabriel picks up little Anna, still fiddling with his hat, and together they go towards the portal of the London institute.

Heronadle estate, North Wales

"Oh my," Linette Herondale says when they appeared on her estate's doorstep. "My beautiful granddaughter, how much you've grown!"

"Hello to you too, Mother," Will jokes, then lets himself be swept into a tight hug. "We’ve come for the food."

"I'm sure you did, cariad, " Will and Cecily's mother says in a lighthearted tone as Edmund opens his arms to welcome his family as well.

Cecily hugs them and watches as her parents hug her husband and daughter just as firmly. After they all get inside, they sit around the broad dinner table. Scents of Cecily's childhood food flare her nostrils. It's been too long since she had a meal of her homeland - the maids serve them cawl, and bara brith, and she feels so nostalgic she almost burst into tears. She concentrates on eating, meanwhile keeping a watch Anna doesn't devour anything she shouldn't. Gabriel, on his part, concentrates on bantering with Will and discussing the latest events of the London Enclave. He asks for a napkin and Will throws it at him.

"Anna, aren’t your father and uncle ridiculous?" Cecily smiles softly at her daughter. She points her finger up, then continues, "Please, never learn from them."

Anna burst out laughing. Gabriel shakes his head at the accusation. It's hardly his fault he has Will as his brother-in-law.

"Why are you so cruel, younger sister, despite we share the same blood?" Will chuckles, just as Gabriel says, "Well, you still married me."

"Not much I can do about the first thing, " Cecily drawls. The people around the table laugh, while Gabriel seems pleased with himself and Anna babbles happily for no reason.

At one point, once they finish dinner and drank some wine - except for Tessa, who's pregnant, and Cecily who said she doesn't feel like it - they settle in front of the fireplace. Cecily and Gabriel sit on the loveseat in front of Cecily's parents, Tessa in the armchair while her husband plays with Anna on the rug.

They brought various toys Anna enjoys with them to dinner, but she is entirely fascinated by a new game her grandparents brought her. It was a colored wooden train carriage, big enough to not be a hazard to Anna's safety.

"Ai'n," she says to Will, pointing at the train. He grins, nodding. The toddler then yawns, so Gabriel gets up to pull her into his arms. It was soon her bedtime, and his parents-in-law made sure to have a bassinet in cases like this. Before he turns to go, Anna protests. Pushing her palms on his chest to get his attention, she looks her father in the eye. "Ta'ain," she demands.

"The young lady got some attitude," Edmund points out, amused.

"Like mother, like daughter," Will muses as Anna says gibberish to Gabriel, to which he nods. She looks very grave and demanding, probably in an attempt to tell him what she wants.

Cecily's about to remark back to her older brother when Gabriel lands his eyes on Cecily, and there's only admiration in them. "I agree. And aren't they perfect?"

He flushes at the realization of his saying, catching the train toy before quickly disappearing out of the room. When he finally returns, Anna is not with him and his cheeks are just slightly less red.

"Rydw i'n dy garu di," Cecily whispers to him when he takes his seat next to her. Gabriel turns away, mostly so they wouldn't see how he fails to repress a wide grin.

"So, Tessa, how much longer it is until you're due?" Linette asks, sipping from her tea. Her legs are crossed and her other hand rests on Edmund's.

They were always affectionate like that, and Cecily has always viewed them as the perfect couple. She grew out of this, learning no marriage is perfect, but she still sees the way they look at each other with love, even after all those years.

"A few weeks," Tessa replies, leaning back against the armchair. Her voice softens, and Gabriel can't describe the emotion written on her face. "I cannot wrap it around my mind. It's something I feel I still ought to get used to."

"We weren't sure we could ever have this," Will comments. He reaches to caress the back of his fingers against Tessa's belly, no longer a bump like it was a few months ago. "It's still difficult to comprehend, you know? That we're creating life."

Cecily and Gabriel look at each other and smile quietly. They watch the other couple have this moment together. They discussed their lives and their loved ones before Linette lifts herself up from the coach.

"Cecily, annwyl," she says, "can you help me with something in the kitchen?"

Cecily obliges and follows her mother until they reach the small space of the kitchen. When they're inside and there's no one to hear, the older woman starts, 'Is there anything going on?"

Cecily frowns. "What do you mean?"

"You might be a grown woman now, and a mother," Linette crosses her arms, "but you're my daughter, and the fact remains intact. There's something you want to tell us, I've noticed it all evening. What is it?"

Cecily levels her eyes with her mother, the same dark blue both her and her brother share. "Nothing bad, I promise," she brushes dust off her blue skirt and straightens up. "Just wait."

She walks back to the parlor, her mother next to her. Gabriel gazes at her as she sits down next to him with a quizzical look. "I think it's time," she concedes, taking Gabriel's hand in hers.

"Time for what?" Tessa quirks an eyebrow at her, and Cecily takes a breath before nodding toward Gabriel.

"We didn't come just the three of us. Cecily, myself, and Anna, that is."

"Oh?" Edmund looks puzzled. "Who else? I've seen no other come through the portal?"

"Well…" Gabriel and Cecily both turn their gaze down.

To Cecily's flat stomach.

"Don't tell me…" Tessa's voice trails off. Cecily's gleaming eyes are her answer.

"Heavens!" Linette puts her hands over her mouth. "Are you pregnant?"

Cecily nods, letting Gabriel rest a protective hand on her stomach. She doesn't need it, and he knows she can handle it on her own just fine, but he also wants to be close to the baby, to her.

It follows a few reactions from all four of the other people in the toom:

"Pregnant!"

"How long have you known?"

"Oh, angels, another Herondale."

"I'm going to have another grandchild?"

They let themselves be surrounded by the love and questions of their family, smiling the whole time.

When they returned home with sleeping Anna, Cecily throws her hands around Gabriel. He wraps his hands around her immediately, holding her close. She says the same thing she has said earlier, and on their wedding night, and when he's done something stupid, and when their Anna was born. "Rydw i'n dy garu di."

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tidbit-fanfic · 7 days

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A/N: Finally finished this based off of a dream I had once upon a time. As always I do not own any named characters in this, except for the “reader”. Set in season 11, although Reader and Dean’s relationship has been well established before that.

TW: no HEA, cannon level violence, swearing/language, kinda OOC!Dean, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied smut (not explicit), blood (mentioned), spoilers for season 11, one use of y/n

I met the Winchesters after my college roommate passed away under unnatural circumstances. To make a long story short, a demon had decided that a college campus was the best place to set up shop, and nearly half of my dorm was harmed in the process. I did my best to help, despite having very little knowledge of such creatures, but I was willing to help. From that point on, I became a powerful ally to the brothers, and a formidable foe to the supernatural.

After Bobby’s death I stepped up full-time, becoming their go-to researcher for anything they were facing. Life was going fine, helping with research the best I could, working in the background against the Leviathan.

Time blurred together, from helping the boys with the trials,fighting Metatron alongside Castiel, and along the way, something bloomed in between me and the eldest Winchester. What started as friendly teasing and taunting, morphed into actual flirting and soon enough, physical touch was involved. We were great, always backing the other when needed, even when the Mark of Cain became a third wheel in our relationship. Throughout it all, I stood beside him, forever and always.

I waited for the boys at the hospital, standing on the steps as they helped Jenna out of the Impala. After helping them get her into a wheelchair, I checked them over, finding that there was no visible damage done to the brothers; the sheriff, however, was holding onto her side, her shirt covered in fresh blood. She tensed upon seeing me, her free hand inching toward her gun. I held my hands up in a defensive manner, intending to show no harm.“Normally, I’m the one grabbing the gun when approached.”

“Show us your neck.”

I furrow my brows, looking from her to the boys. Dean nods, and I reach down, pulling the collar of the turtle neck down. “Satisfied? Or do I need to conjure up a hickey or two?”

Jenna relaxed, trying to look past me into the hospital. Dean grabbed my arm, dragging me just out of earshot of the other two. “I thought I told you not to worry about it.”

“Right, right, because that’s what you would do.”

“No, it’s just,” he ran his hand through his hair, huffing out air. “You know how I feel about you searching for trouble.”

I snorted. “Honey, you’re all the trouble I need. But, I get it. My big, scary boyfriend is worried about me. Even though he knows how I can handle myself perfectly fine.”

Dean opened his mouth, just as Sam interrupted. “What’s the state of the hospital? Where is everyone?”

“Dead. No pulse whatsoever.” Sam’s eyes took on a saddened glaze. I cocked my head towards the door, searching for an exit from the conversation. “Let’s get Sheriff Callie fixed-up then, shall we?”

All of us cautiously made our way into the hospital, wary of the chance of a rabid attacking at any point. The halls seemed way too quiet, the sounds of our beating hearts the only noise our ears intercepted. When we reached the exam room, Sam dismissed himself, searching for antibiotics for Jenna. Meanwhile, I stood to the side as Dean stitched the sheriff’s wound closed, watching the meticulous way he tended to her. Dean finished with his work, helping her down from the table, turning to me after. I crossed my arms, watching as he unrolled his sleeves. I looked to the sheriff, nodding to the room behind me. “There’s a comfortable chair in there, you should probably take a little break.”

“I’m fine.”

“You lost a lot of blood, I’m guessing?” I raised a brow as she looked away. “There’s some juice in the mini fridge and a couple granola bars in the lower drawer. Eat up, we don't need you passing out on us.”

She sighed, following my instructions and shuffled into the office. I shut the door behind her, regaining my composure before turning back to Dean. He busied himself with cleaning the area, avoiding eye contact with me.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“About what?”

“You know what.” I huffed, hoisting myself up onto the table next to him. “About you running away, and then suddenly there’s a code red in the area you distinctly were in? Oh, and how about the fact that you told your brother to take care of me? The girl you are in a relationship with?”

“Are we going to address you going against my specific orders to stay put?”

“God damnit, I was worried about you! You went to get yourself killed and didn’t even think to tell me goodbye in person!” I slammed my hand down onto the table, leaning into his face. “I swear sometimes I don’t recognize you anymore. Mark or not.”

He glared at me, irritated with the invasion of his personal space. “Maybe that’s because I’m not who I was.”

“Yeah, go figure.”

“No, you don’t get it. The Mark—”

“Fuck the Mark. You’re Dean Winchester. The Dean Winchester. Even Hell trembles in the mention of your name. A stupid ass curse is the last thing I would expect to break you down.”

His jaw ticks as he looks to the ceiling, probably sending off a prayer to Cas for some sort of strength, to deal with me. “I am not the person I was before.”

“No, you're not. And you know what? That’s fine. We’ve been through worse than a fucking personality change. Shit, I ran from a demon you with a goddamn hammer in your hand. I’m sure if that didn’t turn me off from you, then nothing can.” I pushed the bag to the side, sliding over so I was in front of him. I reached my hand out, cupping his face as I looked deep into those emerald green eyes. “I’m in this till the end, you hear me? Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.” He sighs, pushing his face into my palm, before pulling me into an embrace. I wrap my arms around him, breathing in the scent that is so distinctly Dean, when Sam enters with a man holding a child. I pull away, eying the new editions to the room.

“Sorry for interrupting, but we have company. I found them hiding from one of the infected.” Sam rushes out, nodding to the father.

Jenna opens the door, joining us again, looking much better with the nutrients in her system. A look of recognition crossing her features. “Mike? Where’s…”

“She’s gone.” The father, Mike, looked down to the child, an expression of grief taking over his features. I slide off the table, pushing Dean back, crossing to him. The sheriff joins us, murmuring her condolences to Mike, who rocks his baby slightly. I step back, allowing the friends space as I check in with the brothers. Sam nods towards the father, the black veins creeping from the man's neck. Dean clears his throat, returning our attention. “We need to kill him.”

“No, we don’t.” Sam states, exasperated with his blood.

“What are our other options then, because I don’t see many.”

“There has to be some other way,” I reason, “he has a newborn, we shouldn’t even consider that.”

Sam backs me. “That’s true. This infection seems to have a time frame, the rabid in the hall, just died after some time. Maybe we have to wait it out.”

“Wait it out so he can attack us like the rest of us? No Sam, I can't let that happen.”

I turn back to our company, not wanting to continue with this argument.

Noticing the child fussing, I walk over, directly to the father. “May I?”

He nods, handing me the baby and I look down at her, cooing and rocking her in an attempt to calm her. Mike watches closely, ensuring his child's safety, and an ache rises in my chest at the action. Sam joins us, ignoring the child held in my arms. “We have a plan.”

“You have a plan, my plan was to kill him.”

“Dean.” I shoot him a glare, reminding him he is in the presence of the very person he wants to kill. He throws his hands up as Mike chimes in.

“No, he’s right, it’s only a matter of time before I attack you all. I’ll leave, distance myself from you and wait out the time period.”

“What? No. What is she going to do without you, her father?” I hold her tighter to my chest, the ache returning.

“Jenna? Will you take care of her for me? I’ll go wait out the infection and…” He rubs the baby's head, turning to the sheriff. Jenna nods, and holds her arms out for the child. I transfer the child to her arms, going to tuck myself into Dean’s side, his arm looping around my waist.

“What’s the plan?”

We were stopped at a gas station, Dean calling Sam while Jenna took Amara in to change her. I sat in the backseat, the door open as Dean stood nearby, Sam on speaker. “Everything is going fine here. Really.”

“Are you sure, because we can come back in a heartbeat.”

“No, you guys make sure Jenna and the baby make it to her grandmother’s, don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”

Dean hands me the phone as he heads inside, leaving me with Sam. “You’re one hundred percent sure that you don’t need us?’

A sigh echoes from the other end. “Honestly, no. I caught it, the infection.”

“Sam.” My throat swells. “We’re coming back, right after—”

“No! Just, don’t tell Dean.”

“Fine. I’m not going to lie to him though. And Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“You better use that big brain of yours to find a cure, I’m not looking forward to Dean trying to sell his soul again.”

“Promise me you’ll stop him from doing anything stupid. No matter the outcome.”

“You know I can’t promise that.”

“Promise.”

I sigh, closing my eyes as the worry begins to creep in. “I promise.”

“Good. Now get Jenna to her grandmother’s, and I’ll see you both later.”

“Right. Bye Sammy.”

He hangs up just as Dean returns, leaning against Baby. “Did he say anything to you?”

I shook my head, picking at my nails. “Nothing he didn’t tell you.”

He scrubs his hand in his hair, looking up to the sky. “I hate leaving him behind in a hotspot.”

“I know you do, but this was his idea, he wouldn’t have said anything if he wasn’t confident in his abilities.”

“You’re right, but I still can’t not worry about him.”

I stood up in front of him, tucking my hands into the pockets of his jacket. “I didn’t want to leave him either, but we have to respect his decisions. Right?”

He lets out a sigh, his hands slipping into the back pockets of my jeans as our foreheads meet. “You’re right. I still hate it though.”

“That’s fair. For now, we need to get those two to somewhere safe, then we can speed back to him, okay?”

He lets out a sound of affirmation before pulling away from me, just as Jenna returns. We all climb back into Baby, heading off to the safe house.

“Do you think they’ll be fine?”

Dean’s eyes flicker over to me, returning to the road before answering. “I think so. Might be hard to explain a few years down the road, but that’s not our problem.”

I nod, watching the fields pass the window as we make out way back to the hospital. Suddenly, Dean’s cell rings, flashing Jenna’s name across the caller ID. He answers it as usual, muttering some responses before whipping the Impala around. “Change of plans sweetheart, we’ve got some other things to attend to.”

We get out at Jenna’s grandmother’s, meeting her at the end of the driveway. “I’m sorry for calling, it’s just, this is crazy. Also, I apologize ahead of time, my grandmother’s a big religious person.”

We enter the house, coming face first with the king of hell dressed as a priest. “Crowley?”

“Hello dears. About time you joined us.”

“So what the hell is happening here, Father?”

“Well, the same thing you were called for apparently, I have some connections, so when an exorcism is called in, I get called in.” Crowley shrugs, as if this isn’t the biggest news.

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“I was called in about some sort of demon possession. But, whatever thing is in there, it isn’t mine…it’s darker, more powerful.”

“What do you think it is?”

“If I knew, I would have told you wouldn’t I?” He scoffs, watching as I turn back to the house, going to approach it, before a scream rips through the air. I whip my head to the two of them, eyes widening before we all rush inside, guns drawn.

Inside, we find the grandmother lying in a pool of her own blood, Jenna nowhere to be found. I shoot a glare at Crowley, who stands to the side, thoroughly unimpressed. The two go upstairs,checking the rest of the house while leaving me with the corpse. “Sorry grandma, but we have to figure this out.”

I check the first floor, finding a sheet, which I lay over her body, out of pure respect. A smash sounds from the second floor, and soon enough Dean comes rushing down the stairs. “They're gone.”

A few weeks later, I stand at the end of a table, looking in disbelief at the brothers. “Cas is Lucifer, Sam died again, but not really, so you overdosed in hopes of saving him?”

Sam flinches, avoiding looking at me, while Dean shrugs. “I did what I needed to.”

“By killing yourself?! What if it didn’t work?! What if you actually died? Did you forget you have a vengeful reaper dying to sink her teeth into you?!”

Dean shrugs, continuing to sip at his beer.

“And he shrugs. What the fuck has gotten into you? Ever since the church case you've been acting like a total ass.”

Sam looks at his brother, then to me, before excusing himself from the room. I sit in the spot he left, directly across from Dean. “What’s wrong? You’ve been distant since this whole Amara thing began. Is it something with her? Cas?”

He scoffs, peeling at the label on the bottle in front of him, avoiding eye contact. I grab the bottle, reaching for his hand. He pulls it away, glaring at me. “Maybe it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Maybe it’s you. Maybe you're the issue.”

“Me? How the hell am I the issue? I haven't seen you since dropping off Amara and Jenna. You’re acting like a total ass to me, and yet I’m the problem?”

He stands up, his palms pressing flat to the table, turning to leave for his room.

“Fine, how do I fix this?”

“You don’t.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t fix it.”

“Whatever it is we can fix—”

“We cannot fix anything. There’s nothing to fix between us, not anymore.” He pushes off the table, running a hand through his hair.

My voice begins to tremble, a lump forming in my throat. “What? What do you mean there’s nothing? We’re—”

“There is no we anymore!” He whirls around towards me, a look of pure annoyance painted over his features.

“I’m sorry, but it sounds like you’re trying to break up with me? Which can’t be true.” I stand up, the chair screeching against the floor in my urgency. “Unless it is.”

“It is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I kissed her. And I liked it. She’s been on my mind anytime I’m with you. Shit, I had to force Sam to promise he wouldn’t tell you. But us? This is done.”

“Wait, who are we talking about? There’s another girl?!” I shouted, tears forming in my eyes.

“Amara.”

“The baby?! The fucking one-month old?! You’re leaving me for her?!”

“Yes!”

“This is why you've been distant. God I’m so stupid. Forever and always my ass.” I wrap my arms around myself. “You know what, fuck this.”

Dean stood there, his back turned to me. I reached up, snapping the chain that once laid delicately around my neck. The silver pendant dangled gently from the ruined piece. I threw it on the table. “Fuck you. And fuck your girl toy. Don’t you dare come asking for my forgiveness when she destroys everything you love. If you are even capable of that.”

I pivoted, heading to my room, locking the door behind me, not bothering to glance at him again. I rip the photos of us off the wall, tossing them in the trash bin. I hesitate with the first one, the one Sam took of us leaning into one another, passed out in the front seat of Baby. The day we first said the words. A single tear landed on it as I pulled my lighter out of my pocket, lighting the corner on fire before dropping it into the bin with the rest.

I hauled my bag over my shoulder, walking into the garage where my 1977 Chevy Camaro sat, unused since I began running with the brothers. Specifically since Dean. I threw my bag in the backseat, starting the engine and leaving behind what once was my home. Where my heart could no longer stay.

Sam’s call lit up the darkened hotel room for the fifth time tonight. Not to mention Cas’s numerous calls and voicemails sitting in the inbox waiting to be opened. Yet not a single one from him. I turned my phone over, standing on shaky legs as I made my way to the en suite. I flicked on the fluorescent light, coming face to face with a ghastly image. My eyes were rimmed in red, the deep purple bags making the red so much brighter. Tear stains lined my cheeks, my hair thrown up in a knot, curled in on itself in a mirror image of my stomach. And the irises that one shone bright with life, were fogged over, dull. Dean’s ring sat on the ledge of the sink, mocking me. The ring he gave me that first hunt they went on without me. The promise echoing in my ears.

“Wear this. It’s my guarantee to return to you, always.”

“For forever.”

“For forever and always.” His lips brushed my forehead, settling the ring on my forefinger, it wouldn't fit on the rest. “Forever and always, princess.”

He returned from that hunt with a nasty cut on his cheek, and a funny limp in his right leg, but he returned. And he always did from that point on, forever.

“Fuck forever and always.”

I wake up with hair in my mouth, a raging headache thriving between my ears. I groan, moving to sit up, but held back by a heavily muscled arm around my waist. I look over my shoulder, coming face to face with a dark haired man. His deep breaths indicate he’s still sleeping, and the sticky feeling between my thighs reveals exactly what happened after the alcohol hit my system. My phone buzzes on the nightstand beside me, an unknown number calling me. I pick it up, grumbling choice words as I answer.“Who the hell is this?”

“Hello darling. Didya have a nice night?”

“Crowley,” I throw the stranger’s arm off me, getting out of bed and search for my clothes. “to what do I owe the honor?”

“Your man and his sibling have called me in, we have a lead on how to get rid of Amara.”

“No.”

“I know you and him had a fallout, darling, we can’t do this on our own. So I suggest you get your freshly screwed buttocks to the bunker, asap.” The dead tone rang through my ear, and then through the air as my phone crashed into the wall. I yanked on my converse, mumbling towards my companion.

“Goddamn Winchesters and their goddamn saving the earth. Look, I have to leave, just return the key to the desk when you leave, and thanks for last night…” I shrugged on my jacket, grabbing my keys and reaching for the door knob. The mystery man goes to speak, having been woken up by our conversation, but I ignore him, closing the door behind me.

Crowley meets me the second I pull up to the building, a knowing smile displayed on his face. “So, where’s the lucky man now?”

I flip him off, walking inside. I’m greeted by Sam pulling me into a hug, a muddled kiss place in my hair. He pulled away, checking me for any signs of distress. “Are you okay?”

I nod, glancing around the room, finding Cas, well, Lucifer, Rowena, an individual I didn’t recognize, plus Metatron. I scan the room, looking for the person I least want to see. The door opened behind me, and in walks Dean Winchester, looking like hell warmed over. My breath caught and I swayed into Sam, going lightheaded. He wrapped his arm around me protectively as Dean approached us. “Y/n. Look I’m—”

“Don’t.” Sam growls towards his brother. “They’re here to help us, not for an apology from you.”

“I’m just trying—”

“No, Dean. You don’t get to try anything. They will decide when you get to talk to them. Got it?”

The unknown individual cleared his throat, directing our attention to the plan. I felt Dean’s eyes burning into my side, and then they snapped to Sam, when the announcement of who Mark would go to. I turned to look up at him, fear clinging to my ribs.“Sam? You can’t.”

“We didn’t talk about this. You can’t, it’s mine to bear.”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you would freak out like this.”

I grabbed Sam’s bicep, dragging his attention to me. “Do you know what you are agreeing to?”

He nods, dragging me closer to him. “I have to do it, you know I do.”

I let him go, looking at Dean, our eyes locking. I can see the pain he’s trying to hide, the anger, the worry, all for his brother. I return my gaze to the big man, resisting the urge to comfort him. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road, shall we.”

The door opens, a beaten woman dragging herself in. Her dark eyes flicker around the room, landing on me, front and center. My breath catches in my throat, her beauty striking me. I swallow visibly, my eyes dragging down her body, before returning to hers. She straightens up, a smirk crossing her face. “Who are you?”

“I’m, I’m no one important.”

Lucifer impales her from behind, as Chuck steps around me, looking down at his sister. They exchange words, before Amara stands up, throwing the rest of us every which way. My head slams against concrete, the world dissolving behind my eyelids.

When my eyelids flutter open, I’m in a smokey void, with only Amara in front of me. I step forward, reaching for my knife hidden away in my jacket, only to find it missing. She lets out a laugh. “So you were the one who once owned the heart of my Winchester?”

“Your Winchester?” I let out a laugh.

She tilts her head, smiling at me. “Right, you both are dating, aren’t you? I might just have to steal him from you. Oh wait, I already have.” She leans in closer, running her nose up my neck, stopping when her breath tickles my ear. “Or I could make you watch as I bind our souls together for eternity. What was the phrase you used? Forever and always.”

“You—”

“Careful what you say to me. I could end your life with the snap of my fingers.” Her smile drops, her hand wrapping around my neck. I grit my teeth together, hissing out my next words. “Do it then, you bitch.”

My body gets thrown backwards, hitting an invisible wall. She tsks at me, her face holding no emotion. “No, no. I’d rather keep you alive. Force you to watch Dean leave you over and over again until the universe ends. Keep you in a little glass cage, as a pet.”

“You’re sick.” Amara throws her head back, letting out a laugh.

“Perhaps I am, but are you much better?”

I glare at her, silently cussing out Chuck for letting this happen. She takes my head into her hands, her eyes locked on my lips. “Nothing? I thought so.” She twists my head violently to the side, and the void disappears.

My eyes snap open, lungs panting for air as green floods my vision. I sit up, pushing Dean back from me, as Cas stands up. Sam is crouching next to Chuck, helping him sit up, his complexion pale. Cas speaks up, his monotonous voice returned. “You were out for a while. I couldn’t find your soul.”

“Thank you Cas. It’s great to have you back.”

Dean opens his mouth, going to say something when Rowena bursts through the doors.

“You all need to come see this. We have a wee bit of a problem.”

A month had passed since then, and I was thrown into saving the world yet again. Collecting souls to build a spirit bomb, Dean gave up on attempting to talk to me, his brother my guard dog. Saying goodbye to the only man I’ve loved, just for him to remain alive, returning with his mother. Saving Sam from the crazy Brits, and so much more. I moved back into the bunker, much to Mary’s insistence: “The boys need you, as much as they don’t want to admit it.”

I hid in my room, only coming out for the necessities, to share research I found, basically avoiding Dean. Unfortunately, he eventually caught up during one of my necessity runs. I felt confined as he barred my escape route.

“We need to talk.”

“We are, aren't we?” I shook his hand off my arm, eyes darting to the exit he left unguarded.

“No, we aren’t, and it’s killing me.”

I snorted, “Well, apparently I’m the problem, so distancing myself seems to be the only way to remedy that.”

Dean flinched back, tucking his hands into his pocket as he looked to the floor. “About that, I—”

“No.”

“No?” “No, you don't get to apologize. I’m done Dean. Something in me shattered that day, the day I realized I’m not what you wanted. That I was just convenient for you. And now that there's not another woman pining after you, you want me back. It doesn’t work like that. My answer is no, you do not get a second chance, divine interference or not.” I turned on my heel, rushing back to my room, leaving him

standing there with tears in his eyes matching mine. But, if there's one thing I know about Dean Winchester, it’s that he’ll get over it.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn fanfic #tids tidbits #spn imagine #breakup fic #no hea #angst #spn agnst

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cosmic-d1ce · 1 year

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Another one :3

#tw blo0d #qsmp philza #qsmp forever #philza #forever player #qsmp fanart #quickly gathering ideas for fanfic #“please let me go holy shit what is wrong with you” “Aww meu amor!!”#they are my favorite #i'll write tid bits on here soon to get into it #currently very into the idea of wilbur going to scream at phil for leaving tallulah alone #loving it

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paraheronstairs · 1 year

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my ao3, fanfiction.net and wattpad history are coming with me into the grave, respectfully

#the infernal devices #the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunters #herongraystairs #heronstairs #tid #tmi #malec #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 stuff #wattapd #fanfic #fanfiction net #clace fanfiction #clace

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caterpillarinacave · 1 year

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#He really just moved on #Charlottes guilt ridden and traumatized and he’s just like “eh I don’t leave the house anyway”#Don’t get me wrong I’m sure there’s more trauma behind the scenes and if I ever post my fanfics you will hear all about it #Imagine dying on the floor of a cave getting yanked back to life and going “kk got it now go away little Buford’s coming any day now<3<3<3”#Tid #Tsc #tlh #henry fairchild #henry branwell #the infernal devices #charlotte fairchild #charlotte branwell #matthew fairchild #I’m so funny

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thevagabondexpress · 7 days

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heaven is here if you want it: ch. 15 of progress marches on

this episode: the line for killing the magister stretches long. jasper makes a decision he's never coming back from. word count: comes in on the high side of 1.6k content warning: this episode contains some mild smut, not much but i thought i'd just let you know

"Have you ever used a knife before, Gray ?"

Terrence blinked at her. "No. Well, for cooking and such of course, I used to make my own meals when I was at school, but not for fighting, no."

"Well." Wynne walked over to the small armory cabinet in the corner and pulled out a dull-edged wooden training knife: a small one, the kind you could hide in a jacket pocket or up your sleeve. She held it out to Terrence, hilt first. "Here's your first one."

@tleeaves @chaosandtwo @quantummeep @oursoulstheyplay @faithfromanewperspective @caterpillarinacave

#progress marches on #genderbent tid #genderbent tsc #fanfic #infernal devices fanfic #a city built by blood and iron

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darcyolsson · 6 months

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honestly another thing that makes tsc so fun is that there's so many implicit little worldbuilding rules going on that you're aware of as a reader but the moment a character states them out loud you go "Haha, What?" like jocelyn casually mentioning that shadowhunters love extremely intensely and that virtually all of them fall in love only once. girl I thought everyone just suffered from YA Protagonist Always Meets Their Soulmate At 16 Disease what do you MEAN that this is an actual Thing. and that thats the reason why your current husband spent 20 years pining over you because he was physically incapable of falling out of love. and that it took you 15 years to even think of the possibility of loving him back because your first husband turned out to be a genocidal maniac and you were like well thats it for me then no more romance too bad I wasted it on him! what do you MEAN

#i do think tid plays with tropes in this way more obviously but rereading tmi made me realise some of it is literally woven into #the worldbuilding. extremely fun no one ever say fanfic writers shouldnt be allowed to publish books!#tsc #tmi #personal #vic reads tftsa #(because this train of thought was prompted by the evil we love)#like this also more or less means that more often than not getting a divorce means you were never in love at all #bc theres literally no falling out of love except in really extreme circumstances like the aforementioned genocidal maniac situation #insane. actually deranged. i love it

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duaghterofstories · 7 months

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I am constantly fighting the urge to make Simon ridiculously OP, because he's my fave, and I'm losing.

#currently working on a fanfic where he goes back in time to tid and “marries” magnus back then then goes back to tmi timeline #simon lewis #the mortal instruments #simon lovelace #over powered simon lewis

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Name: Medicate Me All Night Long

Fandom: The Infernal Devices/The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Relationship: Magnus Bane/WIll Herondale

Rating: Explicit

Additional tags and warnings: Unhealthy Relationships, Complicated Relationships, Mixed feelings, Fights, couple fights, Sex, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Denial of Feelings, mention of suicidal thoughts (in like 1 sentence), Hope, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Punk, Punk singer Will Herondale, Tattoo Artist Magnus Bane, Devotion, inspired by a song

Summary: “I love you”, Will had said one night when they were both almost falling asleep. One word. The only word. The shiniest and purest piece of himself Will had ever given to anyone before. He had never seen Magnus jump out of bed so fast.

Will declares his feelings and Magnus shuts down. Fights and hurt and complicated feelings ensue.

A gift for @cultoficarus based on our Heronbane Punk!AU!

Read it on AO3

#heronbane #Magnus Bane #WIll Herondale #tid #the infernal devices #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #fanfic #fanfiction #AU #human au #modern au #Nanda Writes #writings #Magwill

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erreversible · 1 year

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too little too much [preview]

WIP fic in the “only in excess” universe jeonghan/s.coups/joshua 95z vampire!au

summary:

After surviving centuries of battle, bloodshed, and betrayal with Jeonghan by his side, Seungcheol has learned to be cautious about good things. Joshua is becoming the dangerous exception.

preview:

A snarling creature barrels through the dark forest, headed straight for Seungcheol. Before he can even reach for his weapon, a silenced bullet whizzes past his ear.

Thunk.

The deer collapses, twitching feebly on the ground. The shot had gone right between its eyes, its open mouth fanged and foaming. A bite from a desperate vampire had turned this animal feral, attacking anything and everything to sate its newfound thirst.

Jeonghan lowers his pistol. With a sigh, he sinks to his haunches.

“Dizzy?” Seungcheol asks, staking the deer with one swift stab before it can reanimate. The carcass shrivels to a husk.

“A little,” Jeonghan says. His eyes, ears, and nose are so keen as a vampire, he could nail a moving target 100 meters away — but those same gifts leave him with an absurdly sensitive disposition. Karma, as Seungcheol likes to call it. “I think I might be anemic. Should I go see a doctor?”

“Oh, definitely. I bet they’ll even let you stay for free so they can study you in a lab.”

“As long as I get to lie down while they do it.”

Seungcheol sets a hand on Jeonghan’s nape, massaging a pressure point with his thumb. “Can you survive a little longer? If you’re feeling too pathetic to help, I can find you a nice log to crawl into.”

Jeonghan frowns up at Seungcheol. His hair has spent the past two hours trying to escape from its ponytail, which only makes him seem more unhinged when he says, “We’ve scoured this forest. There’s not a single decent log around here.”

“Then how about a nice, shallow grave?”

Jeonghan lifts a muddy boot. “But it’s so… wet.”

“You’re spoiled rotten, you know that?”

to be continued...

#jeongcheol #cheolhan #jihancheol #fanfic #a tid bit since idk when i'll actually finish this... about 50% drafted so far #seventeen #humor #vampire au #supernatural #polyamory #ao3 #partners in crime #established relationship #too little too much #preview #wip #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua

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imherongraystairstrash · 2 years

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hey can i request will and tessa having a discussion about having children because how they were not sure if they could die to tessa being a warlock and then could we have a really cute kiss scene at the end.

Helloo!! Soo, I took some artistic liberties with this fic, mostly because I read the request and as I was writing, I sort of forgot some things you requested, so I had to go back and edit it 😂 Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! I tried my best to add in everything you requestedd

Also, if you guys want me to write the scene where Tessa tells Sophie is pregnant, I'd love to write it!! (tell me if you want to read it tho loll)

I love you even though I hadn't met you yet— Wessa fic

Tessa blew air into her cupped hands, trying to bring some warmth into them. Winter patrols were definitely not ideal, seeming as to the fact that the cold, London night air seeping deep into the bones, penetrating the light gear used in normal nightly patrols. It almost would have been favorable to have a demon attack, for then the exertion would at least bring up her body temperature, though, even then Tessa wasn’t so sure she could find it in her to fight said demon. Thankfully, the sky was starting to brighten up, meaning the sun was coming up, bringing the end of tonight's patrol with it. Tessa walked the length of the roof she was on, and stood at the tip, watching the sky. She let out a low whistle, one that was answered almost immediately by her patrol partner, signaling he was close by.

Not a minute later she felt said partner’s hands wrap around her waist. Tessa laid her head back on his chest, pressing close to him for warmth. She tilted her head up to find two dark blue eyes looking down at her.

“Oh, no! I think I’ve fallen in love with my patrol partner.” Will said.

“How scandalous!” Tessa said.

“Do you think the Consul could pardon me?”

“Seeing as to the fact that the Consul is your good friend, and that you’ve been married to your patrol partner for almost six years now, I think you may be let off easy.”

“I suppose that is true. Which is good, since it means I can do this.” He lowered his head and kissed her lips. It was gentle, though it didn’t last very long, because Tessa could stop laughing.

“You wound me.” Will mumbled against her lips.

“I’m laughing at the position, not at you.” Tessa said, “men have such fragile egos.”

“And women are cold-blooded.” Will said, kissing her temple. Tessa shook her head, smiling despite herself.

They watched in silence and light slowly began to fill the sky. Will rested his chin on Tessa’s shoulder, his hair tickling her face. Since he had the hood of his gear over his head, his hair wasn’t snowy, something Tessa savored, since his soft curls were like a warm blanket against her chilled skin.

“Soon we can go home and sleep the entire day.” Will said.

Tessa closed her eyes and hummed, grinning just at the thought of it.

“Yesterday, when I was Gabriel up at 8 in the morning with Anna after nightly patrol, I almost felt bad for him.”

Tessa shook her head. “Poor Gabriel and Cecily. Though I do believe that when you have a child, you’re willing to make such sacrifices. I’ve heard it’s one of the most profound loves one can experience.”

“It could be.” Will said. “Though, I’m positive having a child isn’t the only way to experience such love.”

Tessa nodded, knowing he was probably saying this to make her feel better. Suddenly she turned around.

“Will, I want to have a child.”

Will stilled. After a moment, he gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I know, Tess,” he said softly. “But we can’t.”

Tessa looked into Will’s eyes. They’d desperately tried to have a child a couple of years back, though they’d stopped after a year. Will suggested it, perhaps to save Tessa from the pain of knowing that they couldn’t have a child together because she was infertile. No matter her husband’s efforts to save her from the pain, however, it was always in the back of her mind.

And yet, there was a part of her that knew she could have children. Anyone else would call it wistful thinking, that Tessa was allowing denial to lead her into delusions of being able to bear a child.

She still remembered the first time they’d discussed having children. Will had been unsure at first, not because he didn’t want children of his own but because he worried for Tessa.

“Are you sure, Tess? You must remember that you are immortal, and any children we have may not be.”

Tessa shook her head, looking into his deep blue eyes. “Will, I chose to marry you, even though I knew that you would age and I would not. I can’t limit what I experience in my life simply because I will eventually have to lose it. I would rather have the memory of any beautiful child we may have than live in regret because I was too afraid to love.” She put a hand to his cheek. “And there is nothing I want more than to share a child with you, Will.”

Will turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. “Of course I agree with you Tess. I only want you to not suffer.”

“If I suffer, it’s because I have memories of a life that was so wonderful, that it pains me to not be able to go back. But I want those memories. I want to be able to carry them with me my entire life. If suffering in the future means I got to live a lifetime with you, it will have been worth it.”

Will kissed her. It was tender and filled with love. “I love you, Tess. I love you in this life, and I’ll love you in my next.”

“Silly Will, you don’t remember your past lives.”

“Silly Tess, Of course I’ll remember you, because you are imprinted on my soul. To forget you would be to forget myself.”

Since that day, no matter how many times Tessa’s cycle would confirm that she was, in fact, not with child, she didn’t let it break her spirit. She was convinced that she would get pregnant soon enough, they just had to try harder.

Looking into Will’s eyes tonight, however, Tessa let out a deep breath, one that had been resting on her chest for a very, very long time. She let her shoulders fall in defeat and felt her eyes sting. Will’s eyes softened considerably and he bent his head to look into her eyes. He held her face in his hands as Tessa felt twin tears fall from each of her eyes. She put her hands up to grip his wrists.

“My lovely Tess. How I hate to see you like this.” Will said, pulling her close into a tight embrace.

Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck, letting herself cry on the crook of his shoulder. Will bent so that his cheek rested on the top of Tessa’s head. His hand rubbed circles on her back, its reassuring presence bringing some semblance of reassurance to her. She let herself fall apart in Will’s arms, knowing he’d be able to catch even the tiniest pieces of herself, so she might later string them all together again.

She didn’t know how long she’d stayed in Will’s arms, only that, at some point, Will whispered her name into her ear.

“Tess,” he said, kissing her temple.

She looked up at him through watery eyes, seeing him blurry until she blinked the tears away.

“The sun is coming up, my love.” He said.

Tessa turned her head so that her ear rested against his chest and looked towards the horizon. She lowered her arms so that they were now wrapped around Will’s waist and blew out a heavy breath.

Together, they watched the sunrise.

…

Though it hurt to admit it, Tessa couldn’t deny that a pressure seemed to have lifted off her shoulders after deciding to give up on having children. A couple of days after that evening on the rooftop she’d portaled to Idris for a short while to visit Sophie. Tessa didn’t know how she had managed to survive without a friend like Sophie for the first sixteen years of her life; if she didn’t speak regularly with Sophie, she suspected she would lose her mind.

When she knocked on the door, a disheveled Sophie answered the door with a small Eugenia on her hip and Barbara behind her. Ladies didn’t usually answer the door of their own residence but the Lightwoods didn’t have any servants of their own, since they were pressed for money. Benedict Lightwood had essentially left Gideon penniless after disowning him and Sophie had no inheritance from ancestors since she wasn’t born a shadowhunter.

That didn’t mean Sophie and Gideon suffered, though. They were as happy as could be; the fact that they were simply married and had two beautiful children and one on the way made them happy beyond compare.

Immediately upon seeing Tessa’s face, Sophie’s sparked with joy.

“Tessa!” She exclaimed, “My dear, what a wonderfully unexpected surprise! Come in, come in.” She motioned.

Tessa did just that, shutting the door behind her. When she turned around again, Sophie was already throwing her arms around her. Tessa laughed and hugged her back tightly, the ache in her heart easing a tiny bit.

Sophie, having sensed something was the matter, pulled away, her hands on Tessa’s shoulders, and looked into her eyes, her eyes filled with worry. “Oh darling, what happened?”

Tessa bit her lip, trying not to cry.

“Oh, Sophie. I’ve made a very difficult decision.”

…

Sophie and Tessa lay on top of Sophie and Gideon’s bed, both Barbara and Eugenia asleep in between the two friends.

Sophie had held Tessa’s hand as she told her she’d decided to stop trying to have children.

“For what it’s worth,” Sophie said, wiping tears from her eyes out of sadness for her best friend. “I think it is a very brave decision on your part.”

Tessa huffed out a laugh.

“I mean it,” Sophie turned on her side to look at her, Tessa doing the same. “The longer you tried, the more frustrated you would have gotten. You can enjoy your time spent with Will. That’s what’s important. Sometimes, the most courageous thing you can do is let go of an obsession that’s harming you.”

Tessa nodded and brushed Barbara’s hair through her fingers. Eugenia turned around in her sleep, pressing her cheek against the pillow. Tessa smiled.

“Well,” she said, propping her head on her elbow. “Enough about me. Sophie Lightwood, I must say that when I hugged you, I can confirm that you are in fact showing.”

Sophie shook her head, a smile on her lips. “Or I put on weight.”

“Nonsense.” Tessa said with an air of dismissal. “Have you any idea of the gender yet?”

Sophie put a hand to her lower abdomen. “We’ve decided to wait until the birth to find out the gender.”

“You have?”

“Well, I did. Which means that Gideon, by default, must wait as well.”

Tessa giggled. “How is Gideon, by the way?”

“He’s doing well. Tired, though we both are.” Sophie laughed. She turned to Tessa. “I have a secret to tell you, but you must take it to the grave.”

Tessa sat up. “I’m all ears.”

Sophie made a show of looking around the room, as if someone would pop out of nowhere, before whispering to Tessa. “This baby may or may not be a happy accident.”

Tessa covered her mouth to contain her laughter. “You’re joking!”

Sophie shook her head.

“But, you wanted three children.”

“Of course, but we were going to wait a little. Catch our breaths before another round of months without sleep.”

Tessa lay back on the bed shaking her head. “Sophie, you minx.”

Sophie threw a pillow at her head. “It’s not my fault I’m pregnant! Blame Gideon.”

Tessa laughed. “I don’t think Gideon and I have reached that level in our friendship just yet.”

Sophie shot her a knowing look. “I beg to differ. I think after the fifth time he found you asleep on his bed, there are no more formalities in your friendship with him.”

Tessa squinted her eyes, grinning. “I forgot about that. But, yes, I guess you're right. I’ll tell him as soon as I see him. Unfortunately for you, it might have to wait. I wanted to be back by six.”

Sophie reached over, grabbing a pocket watch off her bedside table. “Oh angel, you should be getting back then. It’s already a quarter to six.”

The two friends hugged goodbye, both completely unaware that Sophie wasn’t the only one with child.

…

Every morning since Jem had told her she was pregnant, Tessa awoke with a smile on her face. Even when she had terrible doubts of morning sickness, she was smiling the entire time. Anytime she got the chance, she’d stare at her belly, checking to see if a bump was already forming. She was so incredibly excited, she didn’t know how she could possibly wait nine months before her baby was born. She was highly anticipating the birth of her lovely little James, whom she already loved more than she could bear.

Unlike her best friend, Tessa wanted to know the gender of the sweet little baby. Speaking of which, Sophie had been ecstatic when Tessa had told her that she was with child.

Now, as Tessa was brushing her hair, she smiled at the memory. Her grin widened as Will came into the room. He went over to her and bent down to rest his head on her shoulder.

Tessa’s eyes met him through the mirror.

“How is our little Jamie?” Will asked.

Tessa smiled. “Still the size of a hazelnut.”

Will grinned back. “And his beautiful mother?”

Tessa rolled her eyes, leaning back against Will. “She’s shaking her head at his father.”

He pressed a kiss to Tessa’s neck. She sighed and let her head fall back.

“Tess?”

“Hm?”

“Jamie doesn’t have ears yet, right?”

Tessa opened her eyes. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Good.” Will lifted her from the ottoman she was seated on. Tessa laughed, wrapped her arms around his neck. “Because I don’t want him to hear this.”

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😱 Will, how scandalous!!

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