- The weeks after leaving Red London at the end of ACOL were rough for Kell, because he missed his brother Rhy. One day Lila asked about it, but he pretended he was okay. Lila saw the sadness in Kell’s eyes, and decided to surprise him by returning to RL on the pretense that they had business there, so that Kell and Rhy could see each other, even if for a short time.
- Whenever they get bored, they like to challenge each other in duel. “Just to sharpen our reflexes”, Lila claims. The loser has to do a dare. One time, Lila asked for Kell’s coat after he lost the bet, and he obliged. She was shocked that he would agree to lend his coat. He advised her to be careful, but on the last night one of the sleeves was about to catch fire. Kell was grumpy about it for days. 😆 He got his “revenge” when he won the bet to be captain for a week.
- They cut each other’s hair while aboard the Night Spire. They also like to check shops that sell old things: Lila looks for nice knives, while Kell tries to buy trinkets that he can add to his collection of items (like the one he lost in ADSOM).
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🎁 Prompt: “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”
Ship: Kitty, Kit Herondale and Ty Blackthorn
For @rhyemery 💕
Kit’s heart raced, and he clutched his phone tightly as he opened the door to the Los Angeles Institute. He wasn’t sure he would find Ty here, since he didn’t know anything about his plans. He hadn’t stopped thinking about him during the past two years. He had wondered how he was doing, whether he was happy. They had never exchanged phone numbers, but he knew that if he’d asked Tessa, she would give Ty’s number to him. But he never asked, thinking he would move on. That he would forget about Ty’s grey eyes and dark hair, his beautiful mind, his sincere ways.
Kit was famished. He didn’t hear any sounds from the kitchen, and went there to get something to eat. His shoes made a squeaky sound on the floor as he approached the fridge and grabbed two chocolate chip cookies. He froze when he heard someone behind him. But he wasn’t stealing anything valuable this time, was he?
He turned, stopping the cookie midair from his mouth. “Ty.” This was his punishment. And his salvation.
“Christopher Herondale,” Ty said, keeping his distance from him.
“How are you?” Kit asked tentatively. He didn’t miss that he had used his full name. He didn’t feel like eating the cookie anymore.
“You don’t have the right to know,” Ty answered, clutching at his headphones. “I don’t know you anymore.”
“You know me better than many people, Ty,” Kit said.
“If this were true, you would have kept me in your life,” the other replied, keeping his expression serious. He was hurt. And Kit was aware he had every right to be hurt. “But you left.”
You are important to me, Kit wanted to say, but he didn’t find the courage. “But you are,” he said instead, hoping it would convey the words he couldn’t say.
“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you,” Ty said, bitterness tinging his voice.
Kit could feel Ty’s hurt, and suppressed rage. “You’re Sherlock,” he replied, hoping to change the mood. “And I’m Watson.”
“No,” Ty said coldly, frowning at Kit. “Watson would never leave Sherlock without saying goodbye. Even if he didn’t want to be his partner anymore.”
Kit bit his lip, and advanced closer to Ty, but not too much. “I didn’t,” he told the other, trying to maintain eye contact. Ty was staring at him, with a furred brow. He nodded. He was awaiting the rest of Kit’s reply patiently. “I didn’t have time to say goodbye,” Kit finished.
They started at each other for long. Kit didn’t have more to add. He didn’t have any more excuses to tell Ty. He had provided him the silliest one, but the truth was, that he -
“I don’t have time to greet you now,” Ty said sharply, with venom, shaking Kit from his reverie. “You’re going to leave, anyway,” and his word sounded final.
Kit didn’t have time to answer. Ty grabbed something from the fridge and left him there, without saying goodbye, as if he didn’t know him. As if he didn’t exist. And it hurt.
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Couple: Blackdale, Jesse Blackthorn and Lucie Herondale
Prompt: “This reminded me of you.”
Lucie was beyond herself with excitement as she waited for Jesse to arrive at their meeting place, at the edge of Brocelind forest. She was in a clearing before the trees got taller and you could lose your way among them if you didn’t know the way. It was summer, and although she was eighteen now, she still loved to spend time with her parents there. They were happy that she wanted to go with them, and Lucie was content to visit Idris, but she also had her reasons.
She checked her side pocket. Good, it’s still there, she thought. Her hands were sweaty, to her dismay, but she couldn’t help it. She touched her locket. She knew that he would come, but she still worried.
“Lucie, you’re here already.”
He came from the thickest side of the forest, from the shadows. It was late morning, but it still shocked Lucie as she remembered the past. She rubbed her hands together. “I sneaked out after lunch, claiming I needed a walk to digest lunch,” she smiled, glancing at the grass for a moment.
“I see,” he replied, advancing closer. “I had my sister over, I’m sorry,” he explained. “I couldn’t leave her alone and just go.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, I understand,” she said calmly.
He nodded. “Are your parents alright? I haven’t seen them yet,” Jesse asked with genuine interest.
“Yes,” she grinned. “They’ve asked about you, actually. Wondering if their neighbor would spend the summer in Blackthorn Manor,” she revealed. “And whether their daughter’s fiancée would pay them a visit,” she added, feeling her cheeks heat. It sounded that she was accusing him, but not really.
It was still unbelievable to her that Jesse was there in the flesh. That he wasn’t just alive, but that they were also about to be related through marriage in a few months.
He chuckled. “I planned to come today after I got in Idris, but then Grace came, and -”
Lucie put a finger on his lips to silence him, his family ring gleaming on her fourth finger. “You don’t have to explain. I know,” she shrugged. I’m glad that you could come on this day, she wanted to add. The day we first met years ago.
“I needed to be here today,” he then said, grabbing her fingered hand. “For a few reasons.”
“Let’s hear them,” she urged him.
He chuckled. “First, which I believe is the most important reason, I’ve missed you,” he told her, managing a shy smile, which made Lucie’s heartbeat quicken. “Second, because today is an important day.”
“Which day would it be?” Lucie inquired, one of her eyebrows raised questioningly at him. She told him about this day once, after she revived him. But she thought he had forgotten, since they didn’t do anything the year before. She had to admit that the year before had passed in a blur. And Jesse had barely come back to life to see his mother being sent to the Silent City because she had cooperated with a serial killer. Their engagement was fresh. He had asked her to be with him three months prior, on the day of her birthday.
Jesse sighed, and looked up for a moment. The light of the day made his eyes look of a brighter green. “The day you brought light into my life,” he simply replied, touching the side of her cheek with the back of his hand.
She thought she would melt, had she been made of wax. Her skin heated even more. “I have something for you,” she announced, her hand fumbled for the pocket in her blue dress. He glanced down at her hand as she produced a stele.
“What’s this for?” he wondered with curiosity.
“Oh, I know it probably is a predictable gift,” Lucie said, avoiding his gaze. “Not probably. It is a predictable gift, since you already have a stele” she swallowed. “But this reminded me of you.”
The medium length stele had a design of woven thorns from the handle to the tip. “This looks like it was made for me,” he commented, examining the object with interest.
“It was,” Lucie revealed. “Made for you, I mean.”
“That’s so thoughtful of you, Lucie,” he commented, grinning.
“Do you like it?” she wondered, brimming with curiosity.
“It’s already become one of my most treasured possessions.”
Lucie was sure her whole face was beet red. She stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips, which she brushed swiftly. He placed one hand behind her back and leaned in to kiss her again, this time longer and deeper. Her lips were swollen when they parted.
“I’ve also brought something for you,” he said, and he produced something from the inside of his jacket, offering it to her with a beaming smile.
Lucie gaped at him. “I can’t accept this,” she said firmly. “This is a first edition, and…” she shook her head. “It must have cost you a lot.”
“It’s worth every penny,” he said. “Just to see that expression on your face. And remember, I am filthy rich now,” he winked, and Lucie rolled her eyes. It turned out that on the top of receiving part of his grandfather’s inheritance thanks to his uncles, Jesse also got a lot of money from his dead father. A lot of money. He wanted to give part of the inheritance to his sister Grace, but she refused.
“I know, but still,” she bit her lip, still starstruck. “I should hide this from my father.”
Jesse grinned, and offered Lucie his arm. “About that,” he began, and they started walking towards Lucie’s family house. “I think it’s better if I escort you home, so you can hide the book in your room while I greet your father. This way, he won’t see it.”
“That’s a great idea,” she agreed.
They exchanged a smile, and left the forest behind, directed to Herondale manor.
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🎁 + Lucie and Matthew (platonic) with the prompt: “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”
tw: alcohol mention, tw death mention, tw alcohol
Lucie passed a hand over her eyes in frustration. It was too cold, too dry, too much. It didn’t help matters that she was also brainstorming for ideas and came up with nothing. She had been tossing and turning for an hour already. She was tired, but sleep evaded her that night.
She rubbed her hands to warm herself up, and grabbed her robe. Going out was out of the question, although it was tempting. But she could take a walk around the Institute - perhaps her brother James was still in the parlor reading a book. They could converse about something. He could give her ideas. Or he could help her find a way to cure her insomnia. Could insomnia be cured? She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t want to spend the night thinking about how to fall asleep.
With her witchlight in one hand, she walked past her parents’ bedroom. She heard muffled laughs but moved forward. As much as she needed to talk to someone as a distraction while waiting for sleep to come over her, she didn’t want to bother them. She slowed down when she reached her brother’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and she glanced inside. He was asleep - lucky him!, his witchlight still on the nightstand. He was still holding a book on his lap, but he was completely out.
Lucie snorted. Alright, let’s go to the kitchen to get some milk, she decided, and turned towards the ancient looking stairs. The main door of the Institute opened right when she passed it, before taking the corridor that led downstairs. Someone sighed.
She had a small knife with her, mostly out of habit, but she was sure it wasn’t a demon. Demons couldn’t enter Institutes, therefore it could just be…
“Matthew?” she said. “Matthew, what are you doing here?”
An exhausted-looking Matthew, who was barely holding himself to the door with a hand, casted a glance at Lucie. “Lucie, good evening,” he giggled, trying not to fall on his feet. “I’m here to see James.”
Lucie helped him in, closing the door behind him. “I guess you’re too late for that, Math,” she informed him. She touched his chin, and saw that his eyes were bloodshot. His cheeks were flushed - because of the alcohol in his system and not for the cold, she suspected. “You’ve been out to drink again, I see,” she admonished him bluntly.
She had tried too many times to make him reason, but he still couldn’t give up his fixation. Perhaps she couldn’t help him with his problem. She felt powerless.
Matthew nodded. “James didn’t want to come, that rascal,” he grinned.
She would have smiled too, on another occasion. Had Matthew’s condition been once in a lifetime, it could have been possible. But it hurt to see him like that. It wasn’t funny.
Lucie walked him towards the staircase, thinking that it was better to take him to a warmer room instead of the kitchen. Not the parlor, though, but the drawing room. There was alcohol in the former, and he didn’t need more temptations as it was.
“You need to lie down, Math,” Lucie said, feeling the grip of his hand tighten on her arm as they climbed the stairs.
“I don’t lie, Lu,” he replied. “But I am a sinner, that much I admit.”
“You’re saying nonsense,” she sighed. She was sweating. “Alright, finally,” she said, opening the door of the drawing room. She deposited him unceremoniously on the velvet sofa, and heard him grunt. She needed to light up the fire in the hearth, at least. She couldn’t let him get a cold.
“My head is burdensome, Lucie,” he protested. “Perhaps, if you’d give me a seraph blade, I should -”
“Shut up, Matthew,” she ordered. She couldn’t find the matches. “Behave, you,” she told the fire, and at some point, the fireplace was lively again. She grinned.
She looked at him. He laid on the sofa, but one of his legs still touched the carpet. His head was also on the edge, and Lucie lowered herself to push it closer to the back of the furniture. She didn’t want him to break his neck like he wished in his alcoholic stupor. She wouldn’t indulge.
“I love you,” Matthew murmured afterwards, thanking her. His eyes were closed. She didn’t know if he was dreaming or he was just too tired to look her in the eyes.
“Tell me that when you’re sober,” she answered, rolling her eyes.
He didn’t say anything more, nor did he move, and Lucie thought he might have fallen asleep. She put a blanket over him and left the room.
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Three Headcanons for Kell and Lila 💖
- They are going to have two children. The first one, Calla, a tiny baby with copper hair and dark eyes, was unexpected. Lila wasn’t sure she wanted to become a mother. She ignored the symptoms at first, thinking she came with a bad flu. She was shocked she was expecting, because her dream was to see the world and a child would force her to halt her journey. Kell, of course, was supportive. He didn’t expect this either, and he suggested Lila they went back to Red London until she was due. Lila didn’t let her pregnancy stop her, and she was the first captain who sailed with child. Baby Calla was born on the Night Spire. Their second child, Aster, came three years after Calla was born. Aster inherited Kell’s blue eyes and Lila’s hair (although they were a shade lighter than Lila’s). With Aster, they were forced to go back to Arnes, because this pregnancy was difficult for Lila.
- They like walking hand in hand while they are in a new town, even though Lila says that otherwise Kell would get lost (he wouldn’t). The truth is that she loves spending time with him, being so close to him. They’ve never put an official label on their relationship, but this is a way for Lila to tell Kell that she trusts him and she loves him. She still isn’t able to say it out loud, but she shows it a lot.
- Kell is teaching Lila how to ride a horse, since she doesn’t know how to do it. They go horse riding when they are in Red London. Lila likes to do weird jumps while on a horse, which makes Kell anxious because he cares for her safety. Lila pushed him to do the same, claiming he needs to relax a bit - after all, those were trained horses. He was reluctant, but then he did it and he understood why Lila liked the risk. Lila also asks Kell to ride on one horse, because she wants to be close to him (and because it’s romantic, hehe).
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Congrats on your milestone!!, the fic I asked you was very well written the one with Thomas and Anna, as are the others ofc, and I was wondering if for your celebration you 'd consider “ 🎁This reminded me of you.” with Gabrily by any chance? Congrats again :)
Thank you very much as always! 💖 And I hope you enjoy this 🌼
🎁 Couple/Characters: Gabrily, Gabriel Lightwood and Cecily Herondale
Prompt: “This reminded me of you”
Cecily sat on the wooden bench and looked at the sleeping child in the pram. “He fell asleep, finally,” she murmured, trying to keep her voice down.
“I hope it lasts, this time,” her husband Gabriel replied, yawning. “Alexander is so restless, unlike his brother and sister. I’m not used to taking care of a baby anymore.”
Cecily nodded. Alexander was a few months old, and his parents adored him. He was sudden, unexpected, thus none of them thought they’d become parents again after Christopher was born. They didn’t contemplate that the baby would also fuss more than his brother and sister did when they were little. The Lightwoods hadn’t slept a good night’s sleep in a while, but things would get better as baby Alexander would grow up. Or so they hoped.
“I’m not used to waking up four or five times a night anymore either,” she closed her eyes and sighed, smelling something in the air. “Do you smell that?”
“The chestnut smell?”
“It’s amazing,” Cecily stated, smiling. “This place is perfect to relax,” she added. Her husband rose from the bench. “Wait, Gabriel. Where are you going?”
Gabriel winked at his wife. “I’ll be right back,” he announced, before walking away. He returned a few minutes later with a white box, which he offered to her. “For my beautiful wife,” Gabriel said, making Cecily blush a little.
She took the box from his hands with a grin. “It’s not chestnuts,” she argued, frowning, glancing at Gabriel. He kept his expression neutral. “But I like candied fruit more,” she finished, sticking her tongue out, which made her husband relax. “Why didn’t you buy the chestnuts, though?”
“I know how much you love chestnuts, Cecy,” he said. “But this reminded me of you.”
“That’s so thoughtful of you, dear,” she blushed even more, and took a few pieces of fruit from the box. “These are delicious, eat some.”
“You’re right, they’re heavenly,” he commented.
“Thanks,” Cecily leaned in and kissed his cheek. “And thanks for this morning too. I needed it.”
Gabriel put his hand behind her neck, and he moved closer so he could kiss his wife properly.
A wail interrupted their kissing.
“He might be jealous of you,” Gabriel commented, chuckling.
Cecily shrugged, and checked on baby Alexander, who had lost his pacifier. “Don’t be ridiculous, Gabriel.”
“I was kidding.”
“Maybe he’s jealous of you, have you ever thought about that? He often falls asleep with your lullabies, whereas, when I sing, he just cries more.”
“Now you are being ridiculous, Cecy,” he said. “But that’s okay. Let’s be ridiculous together.”
They both laughed at the remark, then took Alexander home so he could eat.
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✨ A Theory on Grace Blackthorn
Grace will probably get revenge on Tatiana, and will slain her. Probably with the Blackthorn sword. It would fit with Tatiana calling Grace “her blade/sword” and being cut by the only person she thought would act on her behalf towards the people she despises. Her words would bite back at her. She might be looking for a way to break the spell she’s under, which blurs her actual memories and feelings (just like the gracelet does with James, but her spell is stronger). She’s probably under the spell of a powerful warlock (Malcom Fade? Since he’s going to be in COI). If this is the case, I remember from TMI that these blocking spells need to be done every once in a while, since they tend to fade with time. It’s possible Grace’s spell is vanishing, and we may see more of her true self in COI.
🎁 + Sizzy drabble with prompt “It’s you, it always has been.”
Isabelle frowned at how crowded the streets of New York were that day. She was outside of Starbucks, waiting for her boyfriend with her arms crossed on her chest. She wasn’t surprised. The city was usually brimming with people going to work or school around that hour, and she just wanted her coffee, since it was too cold. She ignored someone who shouldered her to get in the shop.
“Here’s your black coffee, Isabelle,” said Simon, coming out of Starbucks, two cups in his hands. She knew that he took a pumpkin latte for himself.
She accepted the coffee gladly, smiling, and looked behind him at the people who were still waiting in line for their order. “It’s insane today, ugh,” she lamented, sipping a bit of her drink as they walked away from the melee of people. “I wonder why all of this chaos. Can’t people stay home? At least we have something to do.”
Simon grinned, and sipped a bit of his latte. “It amuses him that you consider our date as ‘something to do’, Izzy. No, I’m grateful.”
She knew that he was joking, but she still glared at him. “Where are we headed?”
“So you want to know,” he teased her again, and she elbowed him lightly. If he hadn’t become a shadowhunter, she was sure he’d have spilled his drink on the pavement. But that was another of the endless reasons why she loved him. Isabelle frowned, but she was grinning. Simon thought her smile was wonderful. She was beautiful.
“Of course, I want to know. You might be taking me to eat somewhere I don’t like,” she shrugged, drinking more of her coffee.
Simon rolled his eyes. “Thank you for your trust, Isabelle,” he said. But she didn’t reply. She grabbed his shirt and stopped him. “What?” he wondered, but then followed her gaze to a small crowd of people who circled a man and a woman. They walked closer to hear better.
“You’re the only one for me, Laura,” the guy told the girl, who seemed quite embarrassed. “And this is why I’m making a fool of myself and I’m asking you to marry me in front of these strangers. Please, say yes.”
The crowd gasped. The woman was covering her mouth with her hand. She was about to cry. “Yes,” she told the guy, and they kissed. People were applauding.
Simon glanced at Isabelle, noticing that she was staring. Were her eyes glassy? He knew that one of the things that she wanted was safety, and stability. Marriage didn’t always guarantee that. Her parents were an example. But Simon wasn’t like that. He was loyal. He would always be loyal to Isabelle.
“It’s you, it always has been,” Simon said.
Isabelle jolted, and was about to spill her coffee on the asphalt, on someone’s feet. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked.
“Because you need to hear it as many times as I am able to say it,” he took her hand in his, their gazes fixed on each other. “You need to know that you’re like that, to me. That I would also do that, for you.”
“Professing your love in front of a crowd?” Simon nodded. Isabelle’s features relaxed, and she conceded him a hint of a smile. “I know,” she told him. Her finger was gently stroking his hand, which was warm despite the weather. “And you know that I feel the same way, right.”
It wasn’t a question. More of a confirmation of what they already knew.
