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juliettecxi · 3 years

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Prompt number 9: “We would make a great couple.”

Fandom: The Last Hours

Ship: Thomastair

Genre: Modern au, Non TSCverse, Camp counselor au, Childhood friends who had a crush on each other and kissed once and then grew apart and found each other again to lovers, fluff, lot’s and lot’s of nostalgia

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(Flashbacks are in italics)

Camp. Alastair’s favourite time of the summer.

Nothing appealed to him more, then spending two weeks in an outdoor, mosquito infested campsite that had swamp water for showers and he loved having hormonal teenagers under his wing.

But if Alastair hated camp so much, why did he sign up as counsellor every summer? Well, as much as Alastair hated it here, there were just too many memories that he didn’t want to let go of.

Ever since he was a little boy, he’s attended this very summer camp. He’d made friends here; Tried smores for the first time by the campfire, surrounded by other kids his age; He’d met his first summer love here, and had his first kiss here as well.

Alastair let out a sigh as the nostalgia hit him. He picked up the boxes of saltine crackers from head counsellor Jem’s car and headed to the main cabin.

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“Alastair!” a voice called. Alastair rolled his eyes, he’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Will!” he said back, his over exaggerated enthusiasm dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t pretend you’re not excited to see me!” Will said, and tackled Alastair in a bear hug. “I’m not.” Alastair replied, his voice muffled by Will’s shoulder.

“Hey did you know there’s a new counsellor joining us this summer?” said Jesse, who was making an inventory of all the medicine. “Really?” asked Lucie, who was sorting out the pens and paper for her creative writing class. “Yeah, apparently he’d attended camp a few times before, back when he was a kid.” Will, who’d finally let go of Alastair, added.

Alastair raised an eyebrow. “Why would anyone want to come back here?” he asked. “I don’t know Alastair, why do you?” Lucie said, without missing a beat, and Will and Jesse snickered.

“Touché.” he said, and shrugged his shoulders, a small smile on his lips.

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An hour later, and the new counsellor was yet to arrive. The kids had started to trickle in, both familiar faces and new ones, and Alastair had to make sure the children under his care didn’t get lost or wander into the wrong cabin. Matthew, another counsellor, was notorious for losing the children, and heaven forbid Alastair made the same mistake as him.

“Orientation in the mess hall in half an hour!” called Jem and the counsellors headed to the main cabin to get ready.

“Seems like a no-show.” said Matthew, and the others murmured in agreement. “He’s on his way, he’ll be here.” said a worn out looking Jem. He was in charge and he did a pretty great job, but the poor guy needed a break. He cleared his throat and said,

“James, please don’t allow the kids to swim in the river this year, and Will, for heaven’s sake, keep them away from the poison ivy. Matthew, don’t you dare lose anyone this year, Lucie and Jesse, try to avoid unnecessary midnight Ouija board scares and Alastair, please don’t call the kid’s names.” and he looked at all of them.

“I just get on their level.” Alastair said, and shrugged at Jem.

He was not impressed.

“Fine.” Alastair said and slightly rolled hi eyes. He headed to the cabin he was in charge of, to rally the children to the mess hall.

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They were fifteen minutes into the orientation, and the new counsellor had still not arrived.

The children were actually pretty nice, and none of them had set their cabins on fire yet.

Alastair stood up front along with the other counsellors, while Jem spoke to the children.

“If you have any worries, please don’t hesitate to talk to your counsellor in charge. Avoid going near the lake without an adult, and don’t get late for your session. Punctuality is key here at-”

"I'm here!" A loud voice yelled from the back, interrupting Jem in the middle of his speech.

"I'm so sorry! My alarm didn't ring and I got caught in traffic and-"

Alastair frowned.. those eyes, why were they so familiar?

They reminded him of a similar pair, from many summers ago, But How? The boy he knew was small.

This guy was not small.

He was tall, like extremely tall, and he was muscular. He was good looking, Alastair had to admit, and those eyes were extremely captivating, and also somewhat familiar.

Jem let out an audible sigh, breaking Alastair out of his reverie.

“Everyone, meet your new counsellor, Thomas Lightwood.”

Thomas who?

Wait.

No.

The eyes.

No way.

Holy fucking shit!

Alastair almost fell off the stage.

Thomas smiled sheepishly and scratched the nape of his neck, and Alastair was suddenly whisked away to that one summer, all those years ago.

“Um, hi, is this the bear cabin?” a timid voice asked, interrupting a thirteen year old Alastair from his book. He looked up at a small boy with hazel eyes, who was scratching the back of his neck, with a small smile on his face.

Alastair’s heart did a little flip.

“Yep.” Alastair responded, as nonchalantly as possible.

“Oh, well hi! I’m Thomas!”

“Alastair.” he responded, and they shook hands, both of them smiling.

“Alastair.” Will said, and punched him on the shoulder.

“Ow!” he semi-yelled, and punched Will back. “What the hell?” he asked, voice laced with annoyance.

“The meeting is over, let’s go back to the main cabin.”

Alastair nodded his head and looked ahead, and his eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones. Thomas’s face held a mixture of recognition and surprise. His cheeks were tinted pink, and Alastair felt his face heat up.

“Hello.” Thomas mouthed, and Alastair smiled.

These two weeks were most definitely going to be something.

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Alastair and Thomas hadn’t interacted much these few days. Camp was ending in three days, and Alastair had mixed feelings about interacting with Thomas.

There had been the occasional wave and helping each other lift boxes, but other than that they hadn’t interacted much.

Alastair whistled to himself tunelessly, his mind full of thoughts about Thomas, as he arranged the sticks, marshmallows, crackers and chocolate for the smores. He remembered when he and Thomas had snuck out after stealing a box of chocolates from the main cabin, and headed to the lake.

“Do you think they’ll notice?” Thomas asked, and Alastair shook his head.

“If they do they won’t know it was us.” he said and giggled, and Thomas joined him. He looked at the lake, and its clear waters reflecting the sunlight. They both sat in silence, enjoying the chocolate and each other's company.

The kiss happened two days later, on the last day of camp. The campfire was in full swing, everyone was singing and dancing and yelling, it was exhilarating. Towards the end, things mellowed. Everyone went back to the cabin, except for Thomas and Alastair.

“Quite nice isn’t it?” Thomas said, breaking the silence. Alastair hummed in response

“I’m going to miss you.” he said suddenly, and Thomas looked at him in shock.

“Me-me too.” he said, and smiled.

Alastair turned to face Thomas, he looked beautiful, that was all he could think. Slowly they inched closer. It was just a short peck on the lips, But it felt like more for fifteen year old Alastair.

They both looked at each other and grinned, and Alastair felt like he was in heaven.

They'd parted from each other on the last day of camp, promising to meet each other next year, but when next year came, Thomas was nowhere to be seen, And very soon he became a distant memory, a mere summer love.

"Hey!" An all too familiar voice said, and Alastair's heart did that thing again.

"Hey Thomas.." Alastair said, And smiled at the former.

"Brings back memories doesn't It?" Thomas said, looking at the smore ingredients, and Alastair raised an eyebrow. Thomas seemed to realize what he said and grinned. "I was talking about camp.. and smores and campfires.." he finished awkwardly.

"Yeah, yep I was thinking the same thing." Alastair said, and cleared his throat.

"So…." He began, attempting to dispel the awkwardness, "What have you been up to Thomas?"

"Well," Thomas began, "I've been studying, and well you know, just getting around. You?"

Alastair nodded. "Pretty much the same thing."

"Oh, Well, I've got to go get something for Matthew, I'll see you around." Thomas said, and began to walk away.

"Do you remember the kiss?" Alastair said suddenly and mentally slapped himself. "Nice going dumbass." He internally scolded.

Thomas looked like a deer caught in headlights. Finally, "Yeah, I do.. It was nice."

Alastair nodded lamely and rocked back and forth on his heels. "Do you regret it?" He asked.

"What? No! Never! It was one of the best things that happened to me that summer." Thomas said, and laughed.

Alastair smiled at that. There it was again, the little backflips his heart did.

"You know," he said, about to say one of the riskiest things he'd ever said, "We would make a great couple." He held his breath, and Thomas looked like he'd stopped functioning altogether.

"I-" Thomas shook his head. "I've got to go.. I'm bye!" He said, and ran away before Alastair could say anything, and he stood there, wishing the last ten minutes hadn't happened

------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was the last night at camp, and Alastair and Thomas had skillfully avoided each other. Alastair was a little upset. Sure, he hadn't seen Thomas in years, but he'd never grown as close to another man as he had with Thomas, and seeing him again had rekindled something in him.

Oh Well, he'd blown it anyway.

He stared at the growing campfire as everyone hustled around him. Finally Jem stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"These past few days have been extremely memorable and truly remarkable." He said, and Alastair couldn't help but laugh softly. Jem always had a tendency to use big words to address things important to him.

"I thank you all for attending and I hope you had a good time. Enjoy this final night to the fullest, and I hope to see you all next year." He finished, and everyone cheered.

The campfire was perfect. Everyone sang songs and ate to their hearts heart's content. Will attempted to start one of his shenanigans, but a disapproving glance from Jem stopped him.

He was going to miss this.

Once everything had died down and everyone had headed back to the cabin, Alastair sat by the campfire as it slowly dwindled, and looked at the stars, randomly naming stars and constellations.

"Orion's belt is my favourite, but only because it's the easiest to find."

Alastair turned, only to find Thomas settled next to him.

"Hey, not going to bed?" Alastair asked.

Thomas shook his head. "I wanted to tell you something about earlier."

Alastair sat up. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He began, "My mind was all over the place and I didn't think it through."

Thomas shook his head. "I agree with You."

"Huh?"

"I think we'd make a great couple too."

Alastair laughed. Words couldn't describe how happy he felt.

"But maybe we should take things slow." Thomas said and Alastair nodded his head.

"Of course, maybe go on a few dates first, get each other's numbers and then put a label on it." He said, and they both chuckled.

Alastair's chest felt fuzzy and warm. Thomas looked beautiful in the moonlight. Thomas was looking at Alastair funny.

"Hey do you think kissing goes against taking it slow?" He asked.

Alastair shook his head "Uhhhh. Why do you ask?"

"Because I'm going to kiss you now." And then Thomas's lips were on his, soft, slow and sweet. Alastair kisses him back, wrapping his hands around his neck. So as the fire crackled on and the stars shone in the sky, Alastair felt like he was fifteen again.

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A/N: @writeforjordelia This is the end! Yeet! *throws smores everywhere* I'm sorry this took so long, but this is it I guess. This ended up becoming way too long but I hope you liked it nia!

-Abby💕

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spookydru · 5 years

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thebipolarbisexualnerd · 8 years

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New Fic from yours truly

Hi everybody I have a new fic up for the tscfanfic favorite character challenge. No surprise that it’s my bby Alec Lightwood.

Good Enough

Summary: The journey Alec takes to discover he is good enough just as he is.

Rating K

Lots of fluff with only a tiny bit of sadness

Check it out guys and Teenage Dream will be the next update coming up!!

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raphaelsantiagosavedhimself · 8 years

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Saphael Highschool AU, Ch. 3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Better than the last chapter I think! Also, special thank you to @cutebutmessyhair who’s been super helpful with Spanish translations. I hope I haven’t messed up anywhere.

TW: Domestic violence

Simon kept his eyes lowered to his desk, feeling the sharp sting of tears. His breathing sounded loud in his own ears, as did his heartbeat, and his palms were slicked with sweat. He wiped them on his jeans, hoping no one was looking and feeling like everyone was. He knew, rationally, that no one else in the class cared that he hadn’t done his homework. Half of them hadn’t done it either. But he felt embarrassed. It was the first time he had been unable to hand it in on time and his teacher had given him the dreaded disappointed look and he felt like it was burned into the back of his eyelids.

‘Simon,’ Clary whispered from beside him. ‘Are you okay?’

Simon nodded without looking up. He tried to focus on what his teacher was saying about The Great Gatsby, but the words drifted over his head like smoke, impossible to catch onto.

‘You don’t look okay.’

‘I’m fine,’ Simon mumbled. He scribbled in his notebook to give the appearance of working. All he could think about was the way his teacher had looked at him when he said he didn’t have his homework. What would his mum think? She’d be so angry. She’d probably ground him for a month.

When the bell rang, Simon began shoving his things into his bag. He was supposed to have band practice immediately after class, but he was going to tell them he was going straight home to work instead.

‘Simon,’ his teacher said. ‘Could you stay behind for a moment?’

Clary smiled reassuringly at him as his heart, which had just begun to return to normal rhythm, began to pound again. ‘I’ll wait outside for you.’

Simon made his way to the front of the classroom and stood awkwardly while his teacher finished cleaning the board. She put the eraser down, dusted her hands together, and then looked at Simon with kindly eyes.

‘It’s not like you to hand in work late,’ she said. ‘Is there anything wrong?’

‘No,’ Simon said. It was a reflex. He didn’t need help, he could do it on his own. He immediately hated himself for it. Yes, there was something wrong. He didn’t understand a word she had said. He didn’t understand the homework. He didn’t understand the book. ‘No, I’m fine. I guess I just fell behind a little. It won’t happen again.’

‘You’ll tell me if you need help, won’t you?’ she asked. ‘You’re my best student, Simon, but it’s okay to ask for help every once in a while.’

Simon forced a smile. ‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘I’m okay. I can give you the homework tomorrow. I’m really sorry.’

‘I can let it slide this time,’ she said. ‘Because I know it’s not a habit with you. I don’t expect it to happen again.’

Simon nodded, gave her another fake smile, and then left the room.

Clary was waiting for him in the corridor.

He didn’t go home this time. He didn’t think he could face his mum just yet. Didn’t think he could sit in her presence and attempt to finish late homework. Not that she’d know it was late homework, but it didn’t stop the nagging feeling in his mind that she’d somehow figure it out.

When he got to Raphael’s, Guadalupe was still in her work uniform. The house was the emptiest and quietest it ever got, because only Guadalupe and little Emanuel were home. At least, that’s what Simon thought, until Raphael came down the stairs, his plain white T-shirt spotted with water that dripped from his wet hair.

‘I thought you were in detention,’ Simon said, looking up from his book.

Raphael shrugged. ‘My boss called and asked if I could work today instead.’

‘So you went to work instead of school?’ Simon asked. He glanced over at Guadalupe, who was preparing snacks with her head bent. Simon thought the expression on her face was a little strained, but she said nothing. ‘So was it the cleaning job, the fast food job, or the library job?’ Simon asked.

‘Take a guess,’ Raphael said, slumping into an available chair and resting his head in his hands. ‘I’ve been in the shower for half an hour and I still stink of fried chicken.’

‘That’ll be the cleaning job, then.’

Raphael smirked and brushed damp curls out of his eyes.

Guadalupe placed a plate of sandwiches on the table between them, ran a hand briefly over Raphael’s hair and then left the room to change out of her own uniform.

Simon waited until he heard her bedroom door close and then said, ‘Do you really need money that badly? Do you not worry about school? What about your GPA?’

Raphael shrugged, but said nothing else.

‘You really need three jobs?’ Simon pressed. ‘And you let them make you work even when they know you’re supposed to be in school?’

‘Simon,’ Raphael said. His voice had taken on the unsettling flat tone it had when he was getting angry. ‘It doesn’t matter, okay?’

Simon considered pushing it further, but then he noticed the dark smudges under Raphael’s eyes. He picked half heartedly at a sandwich, tearing chunks off and eating them. It gave Simon the impression of someone eating not because they’re hungry, but because they know they have to.

Would anyone exhaust themselves like that if they didn’t feel like it was necessary? he wondered. He looked down at his notebook, a copy of The Great Gatsby open beside it, both of them filled with senseless scribbles. He thought about how disappointed his mother would be if he didn’t get straight As. If he didn’t get into a good college. If he wasn’t perfect. It was the only time she paid any attention to him really. The only thing that brought her out of the mindless haze she’d been in since her husband had died. The only thing that reminded her she even had children at all.

That was what Simon exhausted himself over. Being the perfect son to please his mother, to gain any sort of attention or affection from her. And yes, that was entirely necessary. And no, he didn’t ever want to discuss it with anyone.

Whatever Raphael’s reason was, it was none of Simon’s business unless Raphael decided to make it so.

‘Maybe you should take a nap,’ Simon suggested.

Raphael shook his head. ‘Can’t.’

Simon sighed. ‘Which one?’

‘Cleaning.’

By the time Raphael kissed him goodbye on his way out to his second job, Simon was still staring blankly down at his copy of The Great Gatsby. The words themselves no longer made sense, and the questions he was supposed to be answering on them made even less sense. How was he supposed to know what the colour green represented? Green was just a colour! Or how some old billboard was supposed to be representative of God.

‘Pretty sure authors never plan any of this stuff anyway,’ he mumbled.

‘What did you say?’ Guadalupe asked.

Simon jumped, drawing an accidental black line across his notebook with his pen. He hadn’t heard Guadalupe enter the kitchen.

‘What are you doing sitting in the dark, corazón?’ she asked, flicking on the light.

Simon blinked against the brightness. He hadn’t realised how dark it had gotten. He glanced at his watch and saw that it had already been two hours since Raphael left. Two hours and all Simon had done was sit and stare at his homework.

‘Are you alright, Simon?’ Guadalupe asked. She glanced at the empty page of his notebook and Simon automatically leaned over it, blocking it from view.

‘Fine,’ he said, forcing a smile the way he had when he had spoken to his teacher earlier that day. Except this time lying made him feel guilty instead of just anxious.

Guadalupe regarded him for a moment before saying, ‘If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. But just remember who it was who raised Raphael.’ She cocked an eyebrow in a manner that so strongly resembled Raphael it was as though she was trying to prove a point. ‘I know when I’m being lied to. If you need help, Simon, no matter what it is, all you have to do is ask.’

Simon felt a surge of emotion in the pit of his stomach. All of his anxiety over his grades and his desperation for his mother’s approval and his exhaustion rose up in him like bile and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell Guadalupe. What he said instead was, ‘Why does Raphael work so much?’

There was a flicker of surprise in Guadalupe’s dark eyes, followed by something that looked like sorrow. It made Simon’s guilty deepen. Then she said, ‘We have a big family. It is difficult for me to support us on my own.’

‘But...does he really need three jobs?’

‘He hasn’t talked to you about this himself, has he?’ she asked. She glanced down at the floor as she spoke, as though she were afraid of meeting Simon’s eyes. She seemed to be retreating into herself. A moment ago she had been open and willing to talk to him about anything he wanted, but now, as soon as the subject of Raphael’s job was raised, she seemed reluctant to say anything. Just like Raphael always was.

‘I’m sorry,’ Simon said. ‘I don’t mean to be nosey or anything, it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.’

When Guadalupe glanced up at him again and flashed a small smile, Simon realised he was repeating what she had said only minutes ago.

When Simon went to bed, he still hadn’t finished his homework. He scribbled some basic answers, thinking maybe he’d done enough to get a D. The thought of it made his stomach churn. But it was preferable to explaining to his teacher that he still hadn’t finished it. At least he thought it was preferable. Could he maybe tell her his dog ate his homework? Was that still a thing people said? Was that a thing that ever even happened? He didn’t even have a dog. Maybe he could tempt Yossarian into shredding it if he placed it on the floor and covered it with cat treats.

He was still awake when Raphael got home. He heard Raphael and Guadalupe speaking in hushed voices in the living room, but they were speaking in Spanish. He loved hearing Raphael speak Spanish, even though he didn’t understand it. He’d picked up a few words and phrases, but not much. He liked the way the words flowed from Raphael’s tongue, like music.

The door opened and Raphael padded softly into the room. He didn’t turn the light on and Simon smiled to himself.

‘It’s okay,’ he said. ‘I’m still awake.’

He heard a rustling sound as Raphael undressed, and then Raphael pulled back the bedclothes and climbed into bed.

‘How was work?’ Simon asked.

‘Exhausting,’ Raphael said, burying his face into Simon’s chest. ‘I hate cleaning that place.’

Simon laughed and kissed the top of Raphael’s head, feeling Raphael’s hair brush his cheeks.

‘Did you get all of your work finished? Raphael asked.

Simon tensed. Then he realised Raphael just meant had he finished everything he needed to; he didn’t know Simon had been working on late homework.

‘Yeah,’ Simon said.

‘Good.’ Raphael’s voice was fading as he drifted off to sleep.

Simon lay awake for a long time, listening to Raphael’s deep breathing. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about school tomorrow. About handing his pitiful homework to his teacher for a grade. About receiving the marked work back. About having to explain to his teacher what the problem was. Why didn’t he tell her he was struggling when she asked? All he had to do was say, ‘Actually, I’m finding it a little bit difficult,’ and she’d have talked to him about it. It seemed so simple now. One short sentence and he wouldn’t be here now, lying awake in the middle of the night, feeling sick to his stomach. But at the time, the words just wouldn’t come. He couldn’t ask for help. If he needed help he wasn’t trying hard enough. He wasn’t good enough. That’s what his mum would say.

He heard the front door open and slam shut.

Simon’s arms tightened around Raphael and his heart began to pound. He heard shuffling footsteps in the living room and the sound of someone muttering under their breath.

Simon was thinking about waking Raphael up, when he heard Guadalupe’s bedroom door open and her light footsteps descending the stairs.

Simon gently moved Raphael aside and slipped out of bed. He listened at the bedroom door for a moment but heard nothing. As quietly as he could, he pulled open the door and left the room, standing at the head of the stairs. He could hear two people whispering in rapid Spanish. He recognised one of them as Guadalupe. The other voice, a man’s, he didn’t recognise. But he sounded angry. Simon could tell just from the tone of his voice. They didn’t sound they way Guadalupe and Raphael had before Raphael came up to bed. Their voices were lowered, the words hissed at each other with obvious venom.

Simon started to feel like he was eavesdropping on something private. It seemed unlikely that a complete stranger would break into someone’s house, coincidentally happen to speak their language in country where it was not the dominant language, and then simply argue with the woman who lived there. So Guadalupe must know him.

But Simon was reluctant to move. The man sounded really angry and, though Guadalupe was whisper-yelling right back, Simon thought there was a quiver in her voice.

Really, he reasoned, how could you eavesdrop on someone when you didn’t understand what they were saying?

He felt like his breathing was so loud they must surely hear him, but they didn’t falter in their arguing.

There was a thud, as if something had been thrown.

‘Quiet!’ Guadalupe hissed, the first words spoken in English. ‘You’ll wake the boys up.’

‘Damn the boys,’ the man replied, making less of an attempt to keep his voice down. There was a snarl in his voice that raised the hairs on the back of Simon’s neck.

He went down the stairs, all the while telling himself what he should really do was turn around and go back to bed. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave Guadalupe alone with an obviously threatening man.

He pushed open the living room door with numb fingers. Both voices fell silent as Simon entered the room. He saw Guadalupe first, wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown, her hair mussed from sleep. The man stood at the opposite end of the room. He was only a few inches taller than Guadalupe, with dark skin and hair cropped close to his head. It only took one glance for Simon to figure out who the man was. Raphael had the same heart-shaped face, curly hair, and dark eyes as his mother, but he had the same shaped mouth as this man, his lips fuller than Guadalupe’s. He had the same high cheekbones as this man too, but they looked ghoulish on this man. His face was gaunt, his shoulders hunched, and his clothes hung off him. There was a strong odour of whiskey that seemed to cling to him.

‘Simon, go back to bed,’ Guadalupe said.

‘Who the fuck is this?’ Raphael’s father asked.

Guadalupe took several paces towards Simon and placed her hands protectively on his shoulders. Her glare was hard when she looked back at the man. ‘This is Raphael’s boyfriend.’ She spoke the words like a challenge.

The man rolled his eyes. It was a gesture so reminiscent of Raphael it turned Simon’s stomach. ‘Of course he is.’

‘You should go back upstairs, Simon,’ Guadalupe said, lowering her voice as though she was trying to block the other man out of their conversation.

‘I was worried about you,’ Simon said.

Guadalupe brushed hair back from Simon’s forehead. Her fingers would rough with calluses. ‘I know, cariño. It’s alright though. I can handle this.’

‘You need to stop adopting strays, Guadalupe. You’ve got enough as it is,’ the man said.

‘Magnus and Ragnor are not strays,’ Guadalupe snapped. ‘Neither is Simon.’

Simon peered over Guadalupe’s shoulder at the man and found him glaring right at him.

‘Wouldn’t stay here if I were you, kid,’ he said. His speech was a little slurred. ‘Boy might look like an angel and act like his shit don’t stink, but he’s trouble. And she’d let him get away with murder.’ He nodded towards Guadalupe. ‘She’d probably help him hide the body. Whole lot of them are going to hell, but he’ll be the first one there.’

‘Eres un hiji de puta,’ Guadalupe said, turning back to face Raphael’s father. ‘You would be dead without us. I threw you out and yet you keep coming back because you can’t even earn an honest living. Raphael is already ten times the man you have ever been.’

The man snarled and took a step forward. Simon pushed Guadalupe back and stepped in front of her. He wasn’t much of a threat, he knew that. He’d never been in a fight in his life. But he hoped the prospect of family violence reaching the attention of someone outside of the family would be enough to deter him.

The man stared at him, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Simon forced himself to look him in the eye. His mouth was dry and he could feel his hands trembling. But he set his jaw and fixed his expression into something he hoped looked defiant.

‘Get out while you can, kid,’ the man said. Then he pushed past Simon and Guadalupe and left the house, slamming the door shut.

Simon exhaled and his whole body began to shake. He thought he might fall over. Guadalupe put her arms around him and pulled him close. Her hand brushed through his hair and she was whispering, ‘Gracias, gracias, gracias.’

Simon awkwardly rubbed her back, until she took a step away from him. She kept her hands on his shoulders and she was looking him up and down with a concerned expression, as if she thought maybe he had been hurt without her noticing. She sighed with relief when she saw that he was okay.

‘So that...’ Simon said. ‘That was your husband?’

‘Was my husband,’ Guadalupe said. There was a tone of disgust in her voice that Simon had never heard there before. ‘I threw him out five years ago.’

‘Why does he come back?’

‘Money,’ Guadalupe said. ‘He is too drunk to be able to hold down his own job.’

Realisation dawned on Simon. ‘That’s why Raphael works so much instead of going to school.’

Guadalupe lowered her eyes from Simon’s, looking ashamed. ‘I tell him he does not need to do that but he does not listen.’

‘Does he ever?’

Guadalupe gave him a wan smile. ‘No. Raphael will always do whatever he wants.’

Simon hesitated, then said, ‘Why does his dad seem to hate him so much?’

‘He hates all of us,’ Guadalupe said, a little too quickly. Then she sighed. ‘He never wanted children. He blames Raphael for dragging him into a situation he did not want to be in.’

‘Oh.’

Guadalupe, shorter than Simon, placed both hands gently on his cheeks and tipped his head down so she could lightly press her lips to his forehead. He had seen her kiss her sons in the exact same way many times.

‘Go back to sleep, corazón,’ she said.

Simon, unable to think of anything else to say, turned to leave.

‘Simon,’ Guadalupe said, when he reached the door. Hand on the door handle, he turned back to face her. ‘Don’t think about what he said. I would be honoured to have you as a son.’

Simon smiled. The first real smile he had smiled in days.

He left the room and went back to bed.

#The Mortal Instruments #TMI fanfiction #tscfanfic #TMI AU #saphael #Simon Lewis #Raphael Santiago #Guadalupe Santiago #mine

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juliettecxi · 3 years

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Shattered and broken | A Clace drabble

Genre: angst, non tscverse

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

Clary stumbled into Jace's room, high heels in her hand, and flopped down on his bed.

Jace looked at her, worry etched on his face, and sighed.

He'd found her drunk out of her mind at Magnus Bane's party, and he couldn't help but bring her home.

Clary, who was lying down face first on Jace's bed, sat up and looked at him, her head cocked to the side. "Your hair reminds me of the reflection of the sun's rays on the waves of the ocean during a sunset." She said, her words slightly slurred, and giggled.

Jace took in a deep breath. There she was, sitting on his bed, looking like a fallen angel. Jace's hands ached to touch her, to caress her cheeks and run his fingers through her hair, but he resisted.

He couldn't, he shouldn't.

"I'll get you some water, and then I'll take you home." He said softly, and smiled at her.

Clary pouted. "You're leaving me again." She said, and laughed. "Just like you always do, typical Jace Herondale."

"We'll talk about this later, okay?" He said, but Clary shook her head. "Why did you leave me?" She asked, "Was it something I did?" Jace shook his head. "It wasn't you, it was me.", and he gave her a sad smile.

Clary scoffed. "Your know what Jace Herondale?" She slurred, and stood up, but she didn't have any balance, and so she almost fell, but a strong pair of arms wrapped around her neck and waist, securing her.

She placed her hands on his shoulders. "You know what Jace Herondale?" She tried again, and Jace felt like he was on fire, holding her close like this were mere dreams to him. "What?" He asked her, voice hoarse. "You sir," She said, poking his chest with a finger, "are the biggest asshole I've ever met. Who do you think you are? Becoming my lab partner, becoming my friend, making me fall for you, kissing me in the library, sweeping me off my feet, and then saying you just want to be friends? That we can't have more? Who the fuck do you think you are?" She demanded, poking him in the chest with each word.

Jace gulped. "Clary, I-"

"Tell me Jace, she interrupted, "Was I not enough?" She traced his lips with her finger. She leaned near his ear and whispered, "Was I not hot enough? Was I not good enough? Am I below your league?" She leaned away, and was now face to face with him. She licked her lips, and her eyes were hooded.

Jace closed his eyes and exhaled. She knew what she was doing didn't she?

He looked at her, her slip dress sitting perfectly on her frame, her hair loose and framing her face, her green eyes bright yet hazy.

"Answer me Jace." She whispered.

Fuck it, He thought and captured her lips with his, pulling her in for a kiss. She made a small noice of suprise and kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck and playing with the tips of his hair. Clary tilted her head to deepen the kiss, and Jace ran his fingers through her hair.

He peppered her face with butterfly kisses, and finally reached her neck. She tilted her head to grant him better access, when he was brought back into reality.

What was he doing?

He pushed her away, and she stumbled back, pupils blown and eyes widened in shock.

"Jace?" She asked, but he shook his head. "You should go home, I'll drop you."

"No!" Clary yelled. "What is your problem? Answer me!"

"Clary, I can't!" Jace yelled back, voice breaking.

"I love you goddamit! You owe me an explanation!" Clary said, eyes filling with tears. Jace's hands shook. He took in a deep breath. "Well I don't! I've never loved you, And I never will! Why can't you fucking understand that!"

Lies. Every single word, words he wished he could take back, but it was too late.

Clary wiped away her tears and nodded her head. She moved forward to pick up her heels. "Thank you for your honesty, and thank you for bringing me back safely." She looked him straight in the eyes. "I'll see myself out." She said, and left the room and and walked out of his apartment door, slamming it shut.

Jace sat down on his bed, with a pain in his chest, and the taste of her still on his lips.

He had so much he needed to say, so much to explain, but he couldn't, and something in the way she said those last words made him feel like she meant more than just out of his house.

So Jace put his head in his hands, and cried.

Well, that was something. I hope you liked it! And please give feedback! It'd be much appreciated!

- Abby💕

#clace #clary fairchild #jace herondale #tsc #tmi #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #the mortal instruments #tsc fanfic #tscfanfic #tsccreatenet #fantasylitnet #magnus bane #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #simon lewis #clace fanfic #tsc fanfiction #abby writes

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juliettecxi · 3 years

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hiii I wanted to request julian x emma with the prompt „five more minutes?“ if you have time and want to do it🥰🥰

Prompt number 11: “Five more minutes?”

Fandom: The Dark Artifices

Ship: Jemma/Blackstairs

Genre: alternate au, slightly inspired by “to all the boys I’ve loved before” 3 (ya know, the whole thing where they go to different colleges) angst and fluff (I think there’s fluff)

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Julian woke to the sound of Emma’s alarm clock. He looked down at the blonde in his arms and sighed. This was going to be the last time he got to hold her like this for a long time.

He reached over to turn off the alarm, waking Emma up in the process. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Julian. He smiled at her. “Good morning.” she whispered, and he kissed her. “Good morning.” Today’s the day huh?” she said, and their smiles disappeared, a somber atmosphere filling the room.

Emma and Julian had started dating in high school. They’d had their ups and downs, but they were very happy, and Julian couldn’t help but envision a future together. Moving in, getting married, having kids, and growing old together, but never did he think that they might go to different colleges, and spend four years apart.

While Julian had decided to go to a college nearby, Emma wanted to go to a college on the other side of the country, miles apart, and a conflict of interest nearly tore them apart. But they both didn’t want to lose each other, and they decided to maintain a long distance relationship.

He knew their love would last, but the thought of being apart for so long crushed him, and sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if both of them would be able to pull through.

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They were all at the airport, here to drop Emma off. Ty and Kit had said their goodbyes, and had taken Tavvy to one of the duty frees, while Mark, Kieran and Cristina stood with them.

“Make sure you don’t fall off the plane.” Mark said, and anyone who didn’t know him would think he was joking. Emma laughed, bright and loud and patted Mark on the shoulder. “I’ll make sure I won’t buddy.” she said, and he smiled and pulled her into a sudden hug. They pulled away and Emma looked at Cristina.

“If you don’t call me everyday and tell me how your day went, I swear I will fly over there and find you Emma!” Cristina said fiercely, but her bottom lip trembled, indicating that she tried not to cry. “I promise you, I will call.” Emma said, “I value my life way too much.” and everyone laughed. This time Emma was the one to reach in for a hug, and she pulled Cristina in for a tight one, and a small tear slid down Cristina’s face. Emma noticed this as they parted and she reached up and wiped it away. “I’m not going forever! I’ll be back for Christmas, maybe even thanksgiving!” and Cristina chuckled. “I’m going to miss you.” she whispered, and Emma smiled. “So will I..” she said.

Next up was Kieran. “All the best.” he said, and reached out to shake her hand, but much to his surprise, Emma pulled him in for a hug, and he grunted, but returned it.

They separated, and Emma looked at Julian. “Hey! Let’s go try out that coffee shop over there!” Cristina said, and pulled Mark and Kieran away, leaving Emma and Julian alone.

He took in a deep breath.

“Emma I-” Before he could finish what he was about to say Emma crashed into him, engulfing him in a hug. “I’m-” she began, and her voice broke. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered again. “I’m sorry I’m leaving you, I’m sorry I’m hurting you.” Julian broke the embrace and lifted her chin with his finger. “We’ll all hurt Emma, but it’s not because of you. I think I’d hurt more if you stayed behind for the rest of us and gave up your dream. Emma shook her head and looked down, tears falling down her cheeks.

Julian sniffled and brushed away a tear. God he was going to miss her.

“Em, I’ll always be there if you need me, whenever you need me, you’re only a few miles away.” “More like a few thousand miles.” she said, and they both chuckled slightly.

She finally looked up at him. “These four years when we only get to see each other in person every few months, Regardless of distance, I will never forget you Jules. I’ll always think about you, and wait for you.” He kissed her then, and it was different from the other ones they’d shared. This was sweet and warm, yet sad and gloomy, like the setting sun, that gave way to the night. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, and her arms entwined around his neck.

They broke the kiss, and held each other as though they couldn’t be parted. “I have to get on my flight now.” she said and Julian held her tighter, “Five more minutes?” Julian whispered, and she nodded and kissed his neck.

And that’s how they stayed, relishing in each other’s warmth and the fact that they would have to part seemed to have been forgotten, until a voice spoke over the speakers. “Passengers for flight EJ2012 please board the plain.”

He let her go then. He knew he had to. She stepped back, kissed him on the lips, turned around and walked towards the boarding area. She stopped, looked back, and waved one last time, and slowly disappeared out of Julian’s sight.

As he watched her go, he knew, he’d wait for her, for as long as it takes. Years, centuries, Millenia even, he’d always be waiting for his Emma, and he knew she’d do the same.

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@arangiajoan dear Kat, I really hope you like this. I’m sorry this took so long lmao, I just couldn’t find a plot I was happy with and fluff just wasn’t working for me :( .. This definitely isn’t my best (and is probably border lining on my worst.) but once again, I hope you liked it <3

-Abby💕

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