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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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okay okay okay

may i present to u the craziness of the net:

okay so apparently five of us are bengali

so naturally we took over

everybody was screaming

so naturally the non-bengalis left (not kidding, shay and aashi literally said "k bye")

thennnnnn

we created a new character who we havent even named yet (yes we r all mentally unstable; we just created them to ship them with matthew)

then we imagine matthew to go to different places in wb and bangladesh

"MATTHEW HAVING PHUCHKA"

"MATTHEW IN A DHUTI"

"MATTHEW HAVING BIRYANI"

"PAAN"

"MATTHEW VISITING THE VILLAGES-"

"NO THOTS HEAD EMPTY JUST MATTHEW TRIPPING OVER DHUTIR KOCHA"

"MATTHEW STRUGGLING WITH ILLISH-"

"MATTHEW SINGING "KOLKATAAA TUMI O HANTE DEKHO KOLKATAAAA""

and the most hilarious one by the one and only NAINAAAA: MATTHEW KE BHAAB INDIAN AUNTY RA ESHE BOLBE: "EI TOMAAYE KI SHUNDOR DEKHTE, AAMI AMAR MEYER JONNO EKTA PATRO KHUJCHHI"

Translation: Imagine an Indian aunty going up to Matthew and saying: "Oh hello, u look so pretty, I'm looking for a suitor for my daughter" which is so relatable damn XD

then the tlh gang became completely bengali

James: Kolkata Bengali Cordelia: Muslim Bengali (BanglaDeshi) Thomas: BD Bengali Alastair: Muslim Bengali (BD) Matthew: BD Bengali

Lucie and James love Bengali classics

Cordelia is obsessed with phuchkas

Alastair plays the harmonium, loves bengali classical and can sing well

thomas's heart combusts guaranteed

"LUCIE IS THAT FRIEND WHO RANDOMLY STUFFS ROSHOGOLLA IN HER FRIENDS' MOUTHS"

Charlotte is beyond ah-mazing at making biryani

sophie's CHINGRI MACHHER MALAI CURRY>>>>>>>

bwahahahahaha spamming u with this feels so good lmao

and ofc, even i grew up in WB for the entirety of my life, i did need a homie

so Tessa is ODIA

Immediately Rosie supplies with: "WILL IS KHATI BANGALI FROM KOLKATA AND OBV HE MET TESSA IN PURI" besties i love them sm ;-;

and then naina's evil streak showed

Will: Bheel Tessa: Tesa/Taesha Simon: Saaimon Jace: Jes Clary: Clery Isabelle: isaabel Alec: Aeleck 😭 Magnus: Manush 😭😭😭 (look it up, i ain't translating that 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

SOMEONE STOP ROSIE 😭😭😭😭: "JES AAR SAAIMON ER BALUBASHA UWU"

Translation: Jace and Simon are so in love UwU (roughly 😭😭)

then Taesha became Jes's aunt

And since Taesha is Odia, then Stephen, her brother, is too

WHICH MEANS JACE IS HALF ODIA, HECK YESSSSS

Bheel jyathamoshaai

Taesha piusi nani

hello i'm just gonna leave that without context

jgjrfgfk hope u didn't mind the mindless ranting, u probably know how late it is here

oh it's 2:05 here already? and i havent made my bed yet? k gtg i have (online) school~

okay I just read through this and I have to say after tmi (cause tis my fave) TLH has SO MUCH desi au potential.

LIKE WE NEED THIS.

also when yall gonna give me that desi tsc casting list cause I am waiting!!!!!!!

ALSO TURN THIS INTO A FIC BESTIE WHAT EVEN!?!?!

#tlh #tsc x desi

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julemmaes · 3 years

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Thoughts on Thomas and Alastair reading red white and Royal blue together in modern AU.

uhm yES PLEASE

This contains spoilers for Red, White and Royal Blue. Enjoy!

Imagine them in bed right after dinner cause they're one of those couples who ditch their friends to read

Thomas coming back home with this book Matthew and Cordelia have been ranting about for the past weeks

And Alastair is weirded out by the fact that he has two copies, "Why would you buy two?"

Thomas just shrugs, "I didn't. Cordelia gave me hers, cause she told me you'd spoil anything the second you read it."

They settle in bed and Alastair waits until Thomas is ten pages in to start his, cause Cordelia wasn't wrong about him spoiling everything

Thomas is a calm reader, only crying when you're supposed to cry and reading a book without having to talk about it for the rest of your life

Alastair is the complete opposite

He frowns and screams at the books and always goes to Thomas to make him read single sentences before starting to rant about what fucked up shit the characters are doing

Thomas usually doesn't understand anything of what he says, but he also stops doing whatever he's doing, focusing all his attention on Alastair until he just storms out of the room to continue reading the book

Alastair is also a ugly crier when it comes to books

And a thrower

He once hit Thomas by mistake and it was because of a character's death. Imagine his guilt just adding to his grief and picture a very distraught Alastair while he's being coddled by his boyfriend

Alastair has laughed and chuckled way too many times in Thomas' opinion, but hasn't commented on anything yet

Until, "Oh my sweet jesus, bOY YOUR GAY IS SHOWING."

Thomas has to laugh at that and turns towards him, "What happened?"

Alastair is shaking his head in disbelief, "Alex is hating Henry with every fiber of his body one page and then he's brushing his posters the next? He's dumb."

"He reminds me of someone." he mutters

Alastair ignores him

"I'm living for Henry calling Alex out on his shit behaviour." Alastair whispers at some point, with a large smile on his face

Something hits Thomas on the leg and when he looks up he notices Alastair with his eyes and mouth wide, "The cAKE!"

"Homoerotic frat bro mishap - gotta love this woman."

"Tom," he calls him, "have you ever hate-read my wikipedia page?"

"You don't have a wik-"

"But, honestly, who does he think he's fooling? This boy is dumb dumb." He laughs, "Mad stupid."

From time to time Thomas just hears "Stan Zahra." or "Stan Ellen." and he just smiles

At some point Alastair just screams-laughs and goes "I'm going to thROW UP ON YOU, I'M DYING." before falling silent again without any trace of amusement seconds later

Thomas is startled when Alastair screech, "BABYY!"

"What?"

"ALEX IS SAYING HENRY'S SKIN IS SOFT."

Thomas is enjoying the book just as much, but he can't wait for the moment when they both realise they like each other, so he just keeps reading

"Alex was fAST starting to see Henry as a human being and not some kind of monster."

"Oh my god, why is Alex being such a dickhead-"

After a few minutes of silence, Alastair gasps, bringing his book higher and buring his face between the pages before screeching again.

"WHAT'S GOING OOON?"

Thomas snorts with wide eyes

"HE'S CHECKING FOR HENRY'S TEXTS!!!"

After a while, Alastair turns to Thomas, brushing his arm, "Are you liking it?"

He nods, "I like the fact that Henry uses capitals at the beginning of his texts while Alex doesn't, it's the little things."

During The Turkey Scene™️ Alastair just loses it and Thomas has to stop reading to calm him down

"Oh god Tom fucking finally-" he turns to Thomas, "Henry looks fucking rested for once."

Thomas nods again, "And Alex noticed."

That makes a wide grin spread over Alastair's face

Thomas understands he's reached the New Year's Eve when all he can hear from Alastair are gasps and curses

"NO. NONONO. NOO!" Alastair hits Thomas on the arm, "Alex just kissed Nora and Henry ran away."

Thomas smirks, "Just keep reading."

"THEY'RE KISSING. GOD YES. THEY'RE KISSING."

"NOOOOO!" Alastairs screams, "WHY DID HE LEAVE WTF?!?!"

"Thomas I'm breaking up with you if you don't tell me now this is gonna be fixed somehow in the next three pages."

Thomas just clicks his tongue, shaking his head

"Wha-" Alastair just huffs a laugh. He turns to Thomas, pointing to the book, "Baby have you read this? Alex is- He thinks he's what now?" He's straight up laughing now, "Straight?!"

"He did what with Liam?"

"This is literally the gayest shit I've ever read in my life."

"Nah ha, I don't believe it."

"How can he think he's straight?"

"Oh god they watched porn together- HE JERKED HIM OFF."

Alastair just hits his head against the headboard, "I didn't think I'd have to go through the who the fuck am I in this book. I THOUGHT IT WAS PRETTY CLEAR JUST BY THE FACT THAT HE FUCKING CARESSED HENRY'S POSTERS."

"AND THEN THIS NEVERENDING LIST OF GAY THINGS."

Alastair panicked for a short time when Henry was seen with that blonde but started screeching again after a moment

Thomas bursts into laughter when he heard Alastair mutters God save the Queen

"'I want you on the bed.' OH JESUS CHRIST THOMAS IT'S US."

"Tom?"

Thomas turns when he hears the hesitancy in his boyfriend's voice. Alastair's face is red and he's biting his lower lip

"You okay? What part are you reading?"

"No, uhm," Alastair scratches his head, "can we -" he clears his voice, "Can we make out?"

Thomas blinks a couple of times, "Sure."

A heavy make out session ensues before they both can start reading again

"We need to buy cupcakes tomorrow." Alastair mutters at some point, chewing on his lip

"Thomas this fucking book is the best thing I've ever read. I'm loving it so much."

Alastair closes the book around midnight, but Thomas knows he's not finished. He doesn't look his way thinking he's just gonna go to the bathroom

When Thomas senses him move around on the sheets and lay his head on hip lap, he closes the book too and look down at his boyfriend

"What's going on? We just made out."

Alastair grunts in his legs and looks up at him, "You're my match."

Thomas doesn't understand, but he smiles and leans down to kiss him

He resumes reading and realises Alastair had read more than him when he reaches Alex's and Ellen's conversation about matches. Thomas looks at Alastair once again and pesters him with kisses

It's around 3am when Alastair starts yawning

"Alas, you should go to bed."

He shakes his head, "No, I'm not tired, I wanna finish the book."

"The book will be here tomorrow."

"I don't care."

He drops the fight, knowing perfectly fine that he'll never win this

Alastair can be quite impressive when he finds something he likes - especially when it's books

"Fucking homophobes."

"I'm gonna riot if somebody doesn't let Alex call Henry right the fuck now."

"HENRY ASKED ALEX IF HE IS OKAY? BABY WE'RE WORRIED ABOUT YOU."

The end of the book is read so fast that Thomas can't keep up with him and is now more than 20 pages back

Alastair is a crying and screaming mess by the end of it and Thomas has never seen him so upset in their time together

He's just spoiled the whole book for him, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care that it's now 5am and they have work in a couple of hours, cause Alastair just looks his way with wide eyes and his mouth open as if he's just realized something shocking

"Oh my god, did Pez, June and Nora had a threesome in that hotel room?"

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laracastrowrites · 6 years

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Will, James, Julian,

Will Herondale

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

best quality: his loyalty and his deep love for tessa and jem

worst quality: he can be a brat sometimes

ship them with: tessa (and i little bit with jem in an au)

brotp them with: jem, cecily, magnus

needs to stay away from: trouble

misc. thoughts: i love him sm (even tho i do think the fandom kind of overhype him) and his friendship with jem and their parabatai relationship is one of my favs in tsc (they are my fav pair of parabatais till now btw) and is so important to me i cry eveytime; he is a good character and i’m eager to see him as a father in tlh ilywhrip i love you will herondale rest in peace

James Herondale (I guess…right?)

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw (i guess…?)| hufflepuff

best quality: i have no idea, as i said, idk him much so i couldnt say…

worst quality: idk

ship them with: dont know either, for now, anyone

brotp them with: matthew, the lightwoods there (christopher i guess and the other one i dont remember the name *sorry*) and lucie

needs to stay away from: trouble too (i think…idk yet)

misc. thoughts: idk much about him but i feel he has a lot of potential (i met him in tbc and tftsa), i hope he’s gonna turn out to be an amazing character, but for now, i dont have much to say about him

And Julian I already did here ;)

#thanks for the ask sweetie #wessalovelace #ask games #asks

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bcyoureallthatmakessense · 2 months

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Alec & Simon have come so far <3

Iz just loves her boy so bad <3

#tsc #tmi #the shadowhunter chronicles #the mortal instruments #tsc sm au #tmi sm au #tsc social media au #tmi social media au #sizzy #simon lewis #simon lovelace #isabelle lightwood #theyre so #soft and smushy for vday <3 #mine #meli creates

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bcyoureallthatmakessense · 2 months

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My boy is so down bad 😌 (my faith, my divinity)

#tmi #tsc #the mortal instruments #sizzy #simon lovelace #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #tmi sm au #tsc sm au #tsc sm edit #tmi sm edit #tsc social media au #tmi social media au #mine #meli creates #the shadowhunter chronicles

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bcyoureallthatmakessense · 1 month

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Sibling endorsed ✔️✔️

#meli creates #mine #tsc #tmi #tsc sm au #tmi sm au #tsc social media au #tmi social media au #the shadowhunter chronicles #the mortal instruments #isabelle lightwood #simon lewis #simon lovelace #sizzy

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bcyoureallthatmakessense · 1 month

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They <3

#emma carstairs #julian blackthorn #tsc #tda #tda sm au #tda social media au #tsc sm au #blackstairs #mine #meli creates #the dark artifices #the shadowhunter chronicles #i love using book quotes as insta captions/comments

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julemmaes · 4 years

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Thomastair prompt: something angsty, one of them almost dying in battle (with a happy ending pls)

Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs war au

PART ONE

SO, this is very short but very intense and it definitely needs a part two, but my dad just came back home and told us we were leaving in thirty minutes to go on holiday (don’t ask me why, I have no fucking clue, anyway) and I really wanted to post something so here it is, I hope you like it cause it shredded my heart:))

Words count: 1,346

Thomas didn't know where he was. He was lost.

Or rather, he knew it, but he knew he would never find help in this part of the battlefield. He knew that if he tried to call for help, only enemies would come and finish him off and their bodies would never be brought back to England, by their families.

A picture of his mother flashed in his mind, but it went as fast as it came, leaving him alone one more time.

He couldn't feel the left side of his face. Where seconds earlier he had perceived a sizzle and the smell of burnt flesh followed by a searing pain that had blinded him, now there was nothing. He tried to raise his hand, but something heavy was blocking his left side. He could not see whose corpse was perched next to him, the skin now melted around his eye.

He managed to turn his head to the right and the strength left in his body was so small that he did not even have the courage to try to cry while two golden eyes stared lifelessly at him. He took a deep breath and the smell of blood and mud and devastation and death almost took him over the edge. It would not be the first time he vomited on himself, but that was a privilege he could only afford during the first days at the front, when they still had enough food to afford to waste it on mere human reactions.

Thomas closed his eyes, moving his right arm towards James's body and praying to all the existing gods that the corpse on the other side was not Matthew's or Christopher's.

The earth shook beneath him.

Another bomb.

It must have fallen very close to them because James had moved and was now much closer. Thomas could smell his rotting skin. He could see the nuances in his eyes, shining brightly from the fires all over the field. He had a hole in his head. The wound from the blow was almost immaculate, just a trickle of blood running down his forehead.

He wondered if he also had gunshot wounds or if he had only been hit by acid.

He tried to get away from there, lifting one knee and crawling back. He tilted his chin up and almost laughed when he saw the stars sparkling in the pitch-black sky. Their flickering seemed to mock him as if they were laughing. He stood watching the dark night for some more time, enjoying the company of one of his oldest friends. That would be the last time he would see James.

He could hear the constant gunfire and grenade casings. He could hear the screams of soldiers falling, one after the other, as the enemy wiped them out. He could hear the hooves of the few horses still alive, pawing through the blood-red ground as they searched for a way out.

He had managed to move again, moving so far away from his friend, that even tilting his head to the side, he could not see him. He rolled to his side with a grunt and his head sank rested in a puddle of blood.

There were so many bodies.

So many sons and daughters.

And fathers and mothers.

The gunfire continued. The bombs wouldn't stop exploding and Thomas couldn't react.

The continuous whistle that followed the detonation of any weapon had become normal when suddenly it stopped. The silence welcomed Thomas and a new rush of adrenaline flowed through his body. He smiled.

Everything was so quiet. The bodies stopped having faces and the stars were now weeping, no longer making fun of the young soldier. He saw the few left standing running in groups to the enemy front line and lying on the ground in a flash, while their backpacks cushioned the falls. Some of them had their mouths open, and Thomas realized they were screaming, but to him, it seemed they were laughing. What for, exactly, he didn't know either.

He was about to get up, he had managed to lean on one arm and now he was sitting down. He looked around, looking at the bodies of James and Matthew and Christopher only ten feet away from him. His gut twisted and then, what little food he had eaten in the last few days was outside his body.

They were all dead. They were all dead. They were all dead.

The buzzing started again, from a high-pitched annoying sound to a rumble so loud that Thomas had to bring his hands to his ears as he slumped down again and screamed. And screamed.

And nobody could hear him.

The rumble continued until it reached a deafening volume and with a loud burst, it stopped again, reopening the boy's mind to the sounds of war, to the cries of despair that they all called the same thing. Salvation.

Thomas fainted.

Something hard hit him in the face and Thomas snapped up, gritting his teeth to the breaking point and screaming in pain when he noticed the piece of metal protruding from his right hip. The uniform completely soaked in blood confirmed to him that it must have been a relatively new wound, because the feel of warm blood coming out was something he knew well and when he had moved before, he had had no other wounds other than the one on his face.

He was thrown backward by a strong hand on his shoulder and when he opened his eyes, already glossy from the unexpected awakening, he burst into tears seeing who was in front of him.

Alastair.

“Yes Thomas, it's me.” sobbed the other boy.

Thomas couldn't believe it. He didn't want to.

Alastair’s face twisted in a grim expression as the tears traced their path through the smeared blood on his cheeks made him even more beautiful in Thomas' eyes.

When the younger sobbed, Alastair leaned over him, looking closer at the wound on his face and shifting his gaze from the swollen flesh to the still good eye. "Shit-"

“Am I still handsome?” asked Thomas in a hoarse voice due to the screams and the fact that he hadn't spoken in hours, days, weeks.

Alastair smiled despite the situation, despite the tears, “You're the man of my life, don't you think I'm biased?” the worry, the sorrow, everything in Alastair's eyes told Thomas that he had very little left to live. He reached out one hand to hold something when he felt the other one’s, he sighed, closing his eyes. “You're beautiful, as always.”

Thomas chuckled and then flinched when a twinge of pain ran through his entire body. Alastair moved quickly, looking for something in the pockets of his uniform. “I know you're in a very critical situation, but can you move?” When Thomas didn't answer, Alastair tried another question, a risky question. “Tom, where just the others?”

Thomas couldn't open his eyes. He whispered instead, “Take me home.”

Thomas' request was not answered, met only by silence, so he tried again, thinking he had spoken too softly, “Take me home, Alastair.”

When the other remained silent again, Thomas opened his eye to see his future husband cry silently next to him. He shook his head, not realizing what he was waiting for to take them both away from that place, away from danger and certain death.

Alastair reached out his hand to Thomas' good cheek, and when he should have felt the light touch of the boy's fingers, nothing came. Alastair bowed his head, “You are alone, Thomas.”

Thomas wrinkled his forehead, confused, and the movement caused a twinge of pain in his head, “I don't understand.”

“You're alone.” Alastair murmured, his face almost cleansed. Thomas blinked and Alastair was standing, dressed in a suit and a flower sticking out of his jacket pocket, a red flower. That was the clothing he would have been wearing at their wedding. “You're alone,” Alastair repeated, “I'm not here.”

Thomas blinked again and then he was really alone.

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julemmaes · 4 years

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your favourite prompt for Fairondale please?

“If you want to leave, we can leave.” / “I don’t want to ruin your party.” / “You could never ruin anything.”

Matthew Fairchild and Lucie Herondale modern au

I’m sorry this took so long but I had other things to do and it’s kinda short, but nice, I guess. I really hope you enjoy it.

Word count: 1,728

Lucie couldn't bear it anymore.

She took another sip from the red plastic cup she was holding in her hand, faking a grimace so that if her friends were watching her, they would think she was drinking alcohol and not what was actually sparkling water. She wasn't in the right mood to drink and she certainly didn't want to have overprotective guys asking her why she had that long face.

That's why she had been pretending to be having fun for the last two hours at a party organized by Matthew in honor of the reunion of the group.

By the time everyone had gone off to college it had become difficult for them to get together every weekend as they were used to in high school and, although both James and Matthew were still around, most of the time they had too much to do or were busy with work, so she often found herself alone with Cordelia. Not that she minded spending time with her best friend, but she missed the close-knit group they used to have.

Christopher had moved to the other side of the world with Grace right after graduation and they rarely saw him around five times a year during major holidays like Christmas and various birthdays, which is why neither of them was there that night. Thomas had returned to Spain right after high school for a while and had came back when the distance was starting to create big problems in his relationship with Alastair, who had stayed in London with his siblings. The two of them had stayed in England for a year before moving permanently to Paris with Kia.

Anna and Ariadne, on the other hand, were travelling the world. They had visited almost all of South America and Lucie knew that they would soon begin to travel in Asia, starting in India. They sent her a postcard from each city they visited, with a detailed description of the people there, so that she could introduce characters from different countries in each of her books.

James and Cordelia, fortunately for her, had never left London, but had moved out of the city in search of a quieter, more isolated place, and Matthew, who had just come out of a long period of rehabilitation, had decided to follow them. It was not difficult to visit them, but the trip from the city to the countryside was long and Lucie could not afford to do so every weekend.

She heard her brother and her best friend in the next room while they were playing beer pong with Thomas and someone she couldn't recognize. Cordelia had just made the winning shot and James was lifting her up in the air holding her by her hips, while Thomas and his partner dropped the last remaining glass of beer with an amused grimace on their lips.

From the way he was swinging and from the grip on the other's shoulder, Lucie realized that he was completely wasted. She smiled sincerely when she caught Thomas' eyes and he sent a little grin her way. With all he had done in the last few years, a little fun was what he deserved.

Alastair was talking to other people a few feet away from the ping pong table and occasionally glanced in the direction of his boyfriend.

Lucie sighed. She wondered who he had left Kia with that night. Probably her Aunt Sophie. She loved the boy as if he had been Thomas' son, which, in a way, was true. Both James and Thomas had helped the Carstairs so much after Sona's death and had all actively participated in raising the child, but after they had moved to France, Kia had begun to see Thomas as a full-time parent and very often poeple had mistaken the child for the adopted son of the two boys.

Taking one last look at her friends, Lucie sighed again and moved to another room, quieter and with fewer people. She looked around, watching the couples who preferred to talk rather than dance and get shit-faced.

She headed for the stairs, knowing exactly where to go. She would lock herself in Matthew's room for a moment and just sleep for a few minutes. She didn't want to ask Thomas and Alastair, with whom she'd come to the party, to go back home so soon.

She went up the last step and closed her eyes and stood still at the top of the stairs, thinking how tiring the day after would be. She had to finish reviewing the book and send it to her publisher. She had managed to make it to the deadline without losing all her hair and without biting her nails to the bone and this she considered a great achievement.

She leaned against the wall yawning and dragged herself to the last door on the left down the hall. She entered without knocking and breathed a sigh of relief when she found it empty and dark, except for the light coming from under the door of the adjacent bathroom. She could hear the water from the sink running, but there was no sound or noise to suggest that there was more than one person behind the door.

She sat on the edge of the bed and dropped back onto the mattress at the same time as the bathroom door opened. Lucie turned her head to the person in question and smiled tiredly when she met Matthew's surprised look.

The boy turned off the bathroom light, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. He raised an eyebrow, confused as he found her on his bed. "Lu, are you drunk?"

He broke away from the door, taking a few steps to reach her and sat down next to her, placing his hand on her knee. The contact made Lucie shudder. Although she was wearing heavy black jeans, she still felt the warmth of his skin.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head and waving the glass, "Nope." She answered popping the P, "This is just water. I'm not in the mood to celebrate tonight."

Matthew looked at her with a hint of worry in his eyes. Normally she would be with the others playing silly games that included all kinds of alcohol, and when he hadn't seen her with Cordelia before, he didn't worry much, thinking she was with someone else.

"When did you come in?" he asked, lying next to her.

Lucie yawned again, "Like less than a minute ago."

Matthew turned his head to her and in a hesitant tone asked, "What's wrong?"

She remained silent so long that Matthew doubted that she was still awake, but then a lonely tear fell on her temple and his heart tightened in his chest. "Lucie..."

"It's all right, Math. It's just stress." she answered immediately as she passed the back of her hand over her eyes. She pulled herself up, finishing up the water in the glass.

Matthew followed her and sat down and put his hand on the small of her back, "You wanna talk about it?"

Lucie shook her head, her eyes still shiny, but more alert than before.

"If you want to leave, we can leave." he whispered to her, massaging her back with his thumb.

She took a deep breath, passing her hand over her face. "I don't want to ruin your party."

Matthew chuckled, "You could never ruin anything."

The look she gave him made him choke on his laugh. His eyes darted to her lips for a second, and if Lucie had noticed, she didn't show it. They had been in this situation for years. Years spent wondering if every partner the other had was just a distraction or if it was because they were trying to move on.

"All right, take me for a ride," she said, standing up and cleaning her jeans from something that wasn't there. "But please don't put tsum tsum music because I might get sick and throw up in your precious car."

Matthew put his hand on his heart, "I solemnly swear that I will not put anything on the radio that is not to your liking in this special adventure we are about to embark on."

Lucie laughed and felt better already. It was easy to laugh with him, to feel lighter and freer and not crushed by all the deadlines and orders of her bosses.

Matthew looked at her with a dazzling smile and offered his hand, pulling her towards his bedroom window. She frowned, "What are you doing?"

"I'm not going to hear your brother insulting us in every language in the world because we're running away on the one night we're all together." he smiled over his shoulder.

Lucie, having understood what he was going to do, shook her head, "Uh uh, I'm not going to get down the gutter." She took her hand out of his grasp and squeezed her fist, hoping not to let that feeling go away. Matthew's eyes found Lucie's lips again and her mouth dried up. She swallowed and and the movement did not go unnoticed to the boy.

His eyes immediately found hers, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Then you'll come down this stupid gutter."

Lucie snorted, "All right, but you go first."

Matthew started to climb out of the window and as she kept her gaze fixed on him, she grinned, backing away. "Where are you going?" the blond asked, falsely alarmed.

Lucie did not answer, leaving the room, and walked quietly down the stairs to the front door. She opened it wide with nonchalace, and came out into the stinging air of the English countryside, finding a sullen Matthew in front of her. She reached out to him, disheveled him and then tied their arms together.

Matthew leaned over her, kissing her cheek. Lucie blushed, clutching herself in her sweater, and then turned to him.

Matthew's green eyes glowed with the emotion of what was waiting for them that night and Lucie felt something pull her towards the boy, a tug inside of her chest.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing, heading towards his car.

Whatever would happen in the next few hours, when they returned home the next morning, it would not be the same Lucie and Matthew as before.

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Could you do "does this help" for thomastair please? Your writtings amazing, if not thats totally cool!

You can go home now

Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs war au

“Does this help?”

This is actually the second part of something I wrote back in July, here is the first part, it is not necessary to read the first part and I’m sorry if this is sad as fuck, with a not so nice ending, but I hope you enojy it:)

Word count: 1,537

When Thomas woke up, he didn't immediately realize where he was. He heard the screams of his comrades, of the soldiers surrounding him. They were not just cries of pain, they were cries of despair. Screams of people who knew they had nothing left. That they had lost every shred of humanity they had when they were born.

They had captured him. It had to be that way.

He tried to open his eyes, unsuccessfully, and panic almost entirely assailed him when he heard someone put his hand on his arm. He opened his mouth to scream, but found he could not make a sound. His throat closed again, blocking his breath, but the person next to him put something on his face, more precisely on his mouth, and the excruciating pain that ran through his veins almost made him faint. He took a breath of air and the oxygen from what must have been a mask entered his lungs.

His face, he suddenly remembered, had been completely burned.

"Thomas?

The boy stopped thinking. His breathing was still irregular but facilitated by the use of the oxygen mask.

"Thomas, please tell me it's you."

If even Alastair couldn't recognize him, he must have been in more than critical condition.

He tried to move his head, to open his eyes again, but the pain was too much and a sob broke out of Thomas' throat. He felt that Alastair grabbed his right hand, the one that had not been hit by the acid bomb and squeezed it. Thomas closed his fingers around his fiancé's and sighed. He felt the other one's hand shake and he just wanted to look at him once. Just once before he passed out from the pain. He felt it in his bones. He wouldn't stay awake for much longer.

"You are alive." Alastair whispered, "You are alive."

Thomas squeezed his hand harder and sobbed.

"I know, my love. I know." Now the other one seemed to be crying too. Someone else approached where Thomas was lying and settled down next to Alastair.

"Here with me is Cordelia." He cleared his voice before continuing to speak, " She was the one who found you. She found all of you."

Thomas inspired abruptly. She had seen Matthew, Christopher... James.

"Yes Tom, I've seen them," replied the girl, having sensed the path of his thoughts. The hoarse and tired voice of those like him who were fighting in the front line. "I couldn't bring them back. I arrived when they started with the fourth bombardment. I saw you fall from the edge of the woods, I saw you crawling before you were hit," she said in a trembling voice.

Alastair resumed after a few seconds of silence, Cordelia probably unable to continue her talk, "She was with Charles and Anna when they found you, but the other two were too badly injured and it was impossible to bring them all back." Another pause, much heavier than the others. Thomas wanted to scream. "We lost Lucie too."

He didn't give himself permission to assimilate those words, to think about what it would mean to go back to Will and Tessa and have to tell them that none of their children would come home. With every strength left in his body, he brought his right hand to his head, touching his eye that he knew was healthy, intact and unharmed. Alastair's hand followed his, helping him support the weight of his arm. He touched his eyelid, trying to open his eye forcibly and when one of the two Carstairs siblings realized what he was trying to do, his hand was lowered.

"Wait. I'm going to find something to wipe your face, don't try to open your eye, okay?"

Thomas wanted to nod, but he couldn't. He heard Cordelia walk away and ask someone for a wet rag.

Alastair handed him a hand on his cheek and then darkness struck him.

When he woke up the second time, the pain had not diminished and the screams of his companions seemed more numerous. This time he realized that he was in a field hospital.

He had never been there. He had never seen one, but Lucie - their dear little Lucie - had been one of the doctors who worked there.

He tried to move his toes and when he could only move his left foot, panic took over again. When he managed to open his right eye he almost vomited in front of the ones in front of him. He closed it immediately, blinded by the light and all that red.

How could they be alive? How could they still breathe, all those people who had pieces of foreign objects stuck in their chest, in their limbs. How could they have survived such wounds?

Thomas tried not to think that they would probably be temporary wounds. That the real wounds would be mental. Scars so deep that they would never heal completely.

He reopened his eye and saw Alastair sleeping next to him. He let his arm fall out of bed and lightly hit his boyfriend's shoulder. He noticed with no little happiness that Alastair still had his ring on his left hand.

The boy woke up up and jumped up, looking left and right in search of the threat. Thomas sighed what little the wounds allowed him. This would be their life from now on if he survived. Hospital beds and traumatic awakenings.

When Alastair realized that he was relatively safe, he sat down again, taking a fleeting look at Thomas, before putting his hands over his face and resting his head on his mattress.

He looked up at Thomas and, in a dragging voice, asked, "How are you feeling?

If Thomas could have laughed he would have done so. How was he feeling? He had no mobility in his right leg and the left side of his body was so burned that the pain in some places was not even there. Every nerve end burned and fused with the skin.

"Stupid question, sorry."

Thomas opened his mouth and realized he could only do it partially. Shit.

Alastair grimaced and his eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry Tom."

Thomas looked at him and felt empty. All those feelings, those famous butterflies in his stomach... they had always been there, and yet now it was as if they were dead and rotting inside him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Alastair get up and lean out behind the bed, when he sat down again he had a glass in his hand.

Water.

God.

How long has it been since he had drunk.

He must have moved unintentionally because Alastair laughed, before putting his hand on his right shoulder and squeezing it slightly, "Calm down," he said to him in a peremptory tone, "Now I'm going to lift the top of the bed slowly, so that you can sit down, if you feel pain, squeeze my hand." he continued, proceeding with the framing of his fingers to Thomas'. He gave Alastair two quick squeezes to make him understand that he had understood.

The latter placed the glass back on the bedside table and began to lift the back of the bed.

As soon as he reached a certain position the skin on Thomas's left side began to pull so much that the boy was forced to lift his hips out of the bed, which caused a pain in his right thigh so strong that he saw everything black for ten seconds. When he returned among the living, Alastair looked at him apologetically with tears in his eyes. The bed had returned to a height where the discomfort was bearable.

Cordelia arrived with something in her hand and when she lifted the object Thomas almost laughed. Leave it to her to find a straw on the battlefield. "Does this help?" Alastair thanked her and then sat down again, placing the glass so that it was close to Thomas' mouth.

The first sip was a blessing.

It's been days since he drank such clean water. Maybe weeks.

He was certain that he had survived thanks to the IV he had now attached to his body, but before arriving here, at the hospital, he and his companions had gone on to drink from the puddles they found on the path.

The weeks went by slowly and Thomas did not speak. He became feverish after the first transfer and the day before his return to his motherland his condition became so critical that he could no longer leave. The wounds had become infected and by now the infection had reached his heart. Anna, Charles and Cordelia had said they would stay with Alastair, but he had begged them to go home, to stay with their families. They were all mourning, they needed to be with their parents.

Thomas Lightwood died a few days later, lulled by the arms of what was to become his husband only three weeks later, his last words to Thomas being “You can go home now.”

Finally at peace with himself, he reached his friends and his cousins, happy to be able to rest for eternity.

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