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To Beard, Or Not To Beard

One day, Will decides to grow a beard.

Will Herondale liked to change style every once in a while. He wasn’t the type of person to follow fashion – it moved too fast for his liking – but somehow, thanks to his tailor Lemuel Sykes, he was able to stay updated with the latest trends.

“You know, Mr. Herondale, there’s something missing in your style,” the tailor mused one afternoon, admiring how the black velvet made Will’s eyes pop. “Especially with this outfit you’ve requested. And the coat.” The suit wasn’t finished yet, and it was meant for a masquerade ball that would be in a month away at the London Institute.

“I’m curious, please tell!” Will said enthusiastically, always looking for fashion advice. “Perhaps it’s a hat? A scarf? A bowtie? I will have to attend the ball –”

“A beard,” the werewolf replied bluntly. “You should grow a beard, why haven’t you? With those cheekbones and those eyes…” he sighed. “It’s very fashionable among people your age. Plus, you’ve shown me the photograph of the character you’re impersonating at this ball. The fella has a beard.”

Will didn’t seem too sure. “I’ve never grown a beard, it’s a hassle when you eat. I thought I could still do the costume without,” he frowned. “And I wonder if my wife will like it?”

“Then ask her,” Lemuel turned away, checking some brocade fabric on a chair. “But, if you ask me, I’d say yes,” he chuckled, then disappeared into the adjoining room and Will knew he was dismissed.

He thought about the beard on the way home. Sykes was right. The character he was going to go dressed as at the party had a beard, a medium beard, at that. Would it be the same without the beard? Probably not. He used the disguise the invisibility rune gave him, to stare at the mundanes minding their business in the busy streets of London. He was fascinated with how many different kinds of beards people could wear, and he told himself he could try growing a beard too. After all, what impersonation would be credible without such a signature feature?

First, though, he wanted to hear other people’s opinions about the topic. “What do you think about beards, Tess?”

Tessa sat at the vanity in their bedroom brushing her hair, and she stopped for a moment to glance at him from the mirror in front of her to answer him. “Well, it depends on the beard. Which beard are you talking about? Sideburns? Mustache? Van Dyke?”

“A nice one that won’t make one look like a rascal or like a grandfather,” he replied, checking himself in a small mirror he had on the nightstand. “Something not too excessive.”

“Are you thinking of growing one, Will?” she inquired, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Would you hate it if I did? The tailor suggested it, and I never thought about it until today,” he revealed. “I thought I could grow it in time for the masquerade party.”

Tessa mulled over it as she walked to the bed, after tending to her long brown hair. “I don’t think I would hate it, but it’s your decision to make,” she sat down next to him. “I think you would be handsome with a beard too, but,” she sighed, and drew in a long breath.

“But what? Perhaps I would look ancient?” he wondered. “Maybe I shouldn’t indulge in this. The costume would be good even without the beard.”

“Quite the opposite,” she studied him, tracing his face with her finger, stopping on his chin. “I think you would look even more desirable than you are now. People would covet you even more.”

“Covet? I think that some would mock me, that’s for sure,” he took hold of her hand and kissed it. “I would only rethink this if you found me obnoxious.”

“Then you’re set? You’re getting a beard?” Tessa questioned with interest. “In case you don’t like it anymore, you can still shave it.”

“I hereby declare,” he stated with a firm voice, “that I’m going to grow facial hair. This is my final decision, Your Honor.”

It didn’t take long for friends and family to acknowledge Will’s new style, even when his facial hair was barely a five o’ clock shadow.

“Have you been on a trip recently, Will?” his sister Cecily asked him a few days after he had made his decision. “Or maybe you are sick?”

“The answer for both is no,” he folded his arms on his chest. They were waiting for the tea and the scones to arrive. “Why do you think that?”

His sister glanced at her husband, who sat beside her, and she bit her lip. “Because of the thing on your face, Will,” Cecily answered, stifling a laugh. “Have you lost your shaving set? I didn’t know you fancied this style.”

“Well, what if I did, Cecy?” he peered at Gabriel, noticing that he was smiling too. “If Gabriel got a beard one day, would you kick him out of the house?”

“I would not, under any circumstances, get a beard,” Gabriel declared firmly. “I don’t want to look older yet, nor does it suit me.”

Will opened his mouth in disbelief. “Then it means you tried once! Too bad I wasn’t there to witness,” he said, and Gabriel rolled his eyes, hinting that he was probably right.

“Too bad we are here to witness it,” he echoed, and Cecily couldn’t stop laughing until they left.

Two weeks later, the stubble had grown so much it looked more like a serious beard. “You can barely see my skin underneath,” Will told himself while looking in a mirror in his office.

“Will, we’re here,” Charlotte announced herself and Gideon, who needed to visit the Institute for bureaucratic matters. “By the Angel,” she gasped when Will turned, a hand placed on her chest. “I thought it was Maurice Bridgestock for a second.”

“I can’t believe you’ve just compared me to that sick rat, may he rot in hell,” Will sneered, adjusting some documents on the desk. “I see you’ve noticed my beard, or what is truly beginning to resemble one,” he scratched his chin proudly.

“It’s impossible not to notice, Will,” Gideon commented sourly. “Did you make a bet with someone?”

“Why do you all think I made bets or I am unwell,” he shook his head, trying to find a pen. “Even your brother and my sister believed the same thing. I don’t think I am that predictable.”

“You’re right, you’re not predictable,” Charlotte agreed, “but you’re also someone who keeps his promises, when they lose bets with random people in town.”

“Unlike someone,” he stared directly at Gideon, “I always pay my debts.”

“Who did you pester this time?” Gideon wondered instead.

“I did not pester anybody, Mr. I pretend I don’t owe Will a few pounds,” he glared at his friend, who pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “I chose to grow this because I wanted a change and because of my costume for the masquerade party.”

“Are you going to dress up as Frederick Barbarossa? Because if so, I suggest to use red dye –”

“Please, do not give him ideas, Gideon,” Charlotte frowned, her voice laced with worry. As if there was something to be worried about.

It was just a beard.

Will wondered why everyone wasn’t taking him seriously, but he had expected it. He took a few days to get used to his fresh appearance as well, but after a while, he believed the beard made him look powerful. He thought himself a Roman hero who, stranded in another country, was fighting a war for his Empire and was hoping to survive. A hero from another period, one who couldn’t have possibly shaved because there wasn’t the time. At least, Jem liked it. Or so, he thought. When they met, he stopped in his tracks before he could come closer to Will. He took it as a sign that he was deciding whether or not it suited him.

I see you changed your style, Jem told him. Change is good, but not for good.

“Do you like it?” Will showed him the sides, but Jem didn’t say anything. Cryptic as ever. Perhaps he was just speechless. Either because the beard blinded him, or because it disgusted him.

He hoped people in the London Enclave would fear him more with this new imposing look and not mock him like his friends did. He was aware that people talked behind his back. Either way, the beard had a purpose, he did not care what anyone thought. Nor did he mind what his son and daughter thought. His mustache was growing, but for his costume, he had to grow it a little more.

“Can I write a character who looks like you? A pirate who is earthsick and who is feared among the seven seas,” Lucie studied him, taking notes.

“An earthsick pirate? Does that word even exist?” Jame scrunched his nose. “Papa, I think you look weird,” he confessed. “But you also remind me of someone.”

“Write whatever you want, Lucie,” Will conceded. “Who do I remind you of, Jamie? Let’s listen,” he tilted his head on the side, “a hero? A Romantic poet? I will tell you who I’m going to dress up as at the ball, if you guess correctly.”

James couldn’t recall the face, and why he looked so familiar. Only when his father left, he remembered the picture of the man who resembled Will with the beard. He’d seen it in the newspaper a lot recently. It was the photo of the heir apparent to the British throne.

The day of the masquerade party finally arrived. Will's beard resembled the one of his original inspiration after a month, and he was beyond himself with excitement for the ball because he couldn't wait to show it off.

“The resemblance is close,” Tessa observed, stroking her husband's beard. “And I like facial hair, it’s so soft to the touch. I may grow attached to it.”

“Then perhaps I should keep it for a while,” he stated. He will think about it after the party. “Let’s go get the rest of my costume before it's too late. The party is going to start soon.”

When Will tried the rest of the costume, the tailor couldn’t help but admire his handiwork. Sykes finished the suit a week prior. It already waited in the closet of Will and Tessa’s bedroom at the London Institute, and he couldn’t wait to wearing it.

“I admit, Lemuel, that your work is astounding,” Will commented, moving from left to right to look at the waist-length velvet coat with a row of gilt buttons on the front and gold embroidery on the cuffs. “It is identical to the one he wore in the newspaper.”

“Thanks, Mr. Herondale, but you know that I’m the best,” Sykes offered a smile as he adjusted the coat on Will. “And you’re one of my best clients, and one of the most handsome,” he winked, but Will only wanted to know Tessa’s opinion.

“How do I look?” he asked, but his wife’s grin and her sweet and lovely eyes were already telling him what she thought.

“You are very handsome, indeed,” she said, and moved in front of him to fix the lapels of the coat, but to also steal a caress on his cheek. “I can’t wait to wear my dress so we can match.”

The tailor sent them away because he was running late, and Will and Tessa hopped on their carriage to go back to the Institute.

“My desire for tonight is that our family and friends will like this party,” Will said later, when they were seated in the comfort of the carriage. “And I hope that they come dressed as famous characters as we requested. Otherwise, what kind of masked party is it?”

“They will, I made sure to specify that in the invitations, don’t worry,” Tessa said. “I wrote that they should be dressed as a person from history.”

“Do you think they’ll get the assignment? Sometimes I think that –” The carriage abruptly came to a halt, and the jolt pushed Will and Tessa against the upholstered seats. They glanced at each other, both startled but otherwise unbothered. “Are you okay?” Will asked his wife, his hands on her shoulders protectively.

Tessa nodded. “Yes, I’m fine, simply shaken by whatever blocked our path,” she told him, her heart beating loudly in her chest out of stupor. “Should you check?”

“We’re not moving yet,” he observed, his head tilted toward the window in hopes to hear sounds of whatever ruckus had stopped the carriage. “Maybe it’s just a mouse, Balios is scared of them,” Will mused, “but I should check the horse nonetheless, in case it sprained its leg.”

“It’s better if you do,” she agreed, although she wasn’t sure why she felt a wave of uneasiness crawl down on her spine. A sensation she couldn’t put off after the carriage had halted. “Just,” she cautioned, resting her hand on his shoulder, “be careful. It could be a demon. Evening fell, after all.”

Will’s expression softened. “I will come back before you know it, fy nghariad,” he kissed her lips briefly. “I won’t let any mouse nor demon stop me from attending this party,” he offered her a smile. “Stay here,” he told her at last, before he came out of the vehicle to see if everything was really fine.

Tessa waited sixty seconds. If everything was fine, Will would come back inside before time was up, she told herself. He wasn’t the type of person who would want the people he loved to worry, and he had been excited for days on end for this party. She knew he wouldn’t want to lose time to get ready and for the celebration to start.

She counted silently in her head, but she came out of the carriage before she got to thirty. She should’ve come out of the carriage when he did, she chided herself. If her husband protested, she would say she wanted to make sure everything was okay. She didn’t need any excuses for wanting to check on her husband, when all she heard after he exited the carriage was silence. I didn't hear your voice and came to check, that would be her excuse.

She thought there was an explanation for silence, the carriage was, after all, driven by Balios alone. When she came outside, though, that feeling of agitation crept in her stomach again. The street was peaceful and lonely, a sign that most of the shops had already closed for business for the day.

She would take even the smallest sound as a sign that Will was where he told her he would be, but when she got to the horse, she found it waiting by itself. He grunted when it saw Tessa. “Balios, where is Will?” She asked the horse, knowing that it would understand. It bobbed its head as if bothered by something, which made Tessa notice there was a handkerchief on the muddy cobblestones. It was Will’s, she would recognize it anywhere. It had his initials sewn on the bottom left in dark blue. She wondered where its owner was.

Tessa looked around, her heart beat louder than after the shock of a few minutes ago. Her heart protested that Will wasn’t there, there was no one there but her and the horse. She didn't know what to do, and she didn’t want to lose control. She couldn’t lose control. They had been married for years, it wasn’t the first time they found themselves in such circumstances. It wasn’t the first time they lost sight of each other, and then found each other again.

The first thing, the easiest thing she could do immediately, was screaming his name to the empty street around her. No one answered, but at least she had tried. But she had to try harder, otherwise – she didn’t want to think about it. She would find him, and they would go to the masquerade party together, just like they had planned. She tried not to panic. She needed help.

She knew that the masquerade party would start any moment, and that even without them, Lucie and James would greet their friends and family in their stead. She shook her head and scoffed. It wasn’t the time to think about the party, but the party was probably the only place she should go asking for help. Thus, she got on the front of the carriage with a new resolve and ordered Balios to take her to the London Institute, hoping to get a helping hand or two.

As she suspected, a few carriages were already parked outside of the Institute when she arrived, and a few more were on their way behind her. She spotted her best friend Sophie coming out of one that had just stopped near the steps with her husband, both of them wearing a mask, and she ran to her frantically.

“Tessa,” Sophie acknowledged when she looked up after descending her family carriage. “What happened? You are in distress,” her brows knotted with worry.

“I’m coming from Kensington,” she started, “we were ambushed.”

“What? Who ambushed you? Was it a demon?”

Tessa tried to keep calm, but it was impossible. “I don’t know,” she said desperately, as Sophie held her hands, “we were coming from the tailor when the carriage halted. Will came out to check if the horse was hurt, and then I didn’t find him outside anymore.”

“Wait, what? Did they take Will?” Gideon asked. In the meantime, Gabriel and Cecily also arrived and joined their little group. They also wore masks and fancy dresses. “Who could have done this?”

“He has a lot of haters,” Gabriel said, trying to be funny, but Cecily elbowed him in the stomach and tried to comfort Tessa. “I mean, it’s true.”

“I don’t think it was someone we know,” Tessa replied sullenly, trying to gather her thoughts. “I didn’t hear any sound, and it couldn’t have been a demon. It wouldn’t have vanished just like that.”

“What’s this?” Sophie asked, seeing that Tessa had something in her hand.

Tessa showed them the customized handkerchief she found on the scene. “We can try using a tracking rune, can't we?” she wondered. “That’s why I came here and I didn’t go after him by myself.” I can’t do anything with my powers, she wanted to add, but she didn’t want to sound more desperate than she already was.

“It’s better that you came to us,” Cecily said. “If someone took him, they could’ve taken you too.”

“Cecily is right, it’s better that you alerted us,” Gideon nodded. “This way, we have better chances to safeguard ourselves when we find him, and to get him out of wherever he is. We don’t know who kidnapped him.”

“Do you think they kidnapped him, then?” Gabriel wondered.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Tessa affirmed firmly, offering the white cloth to whoever was willing to draw the rune that could help them find him.

It was Cecily who took the kerchief. “I’m coming with you, that’s for sure,” she glared at Gabriel, who didn’t seem too bothered.

“We’re all coming with you,” Sophie added, squeezing Tessa’s hand.

Cecily finished the true north rune by then, and it started pulsing. She felt an electric current running through her, then she started to move towards the gate, letting the rune lead her where to go. The five of them followed her, and they went back to Kensington, from where Tessa came. She realized they were approaching the exact place when the carriage had halted, and was about to tell her friends, when Cecily stopped as well.

“It led here” she informed the group, glancing at the tall building in front of them. It was a bakery, and Tessa remembered it was already closed for business when she and Will passed.

“How can it be,” Tessa sighed, “this is where they ambushed us. How can he be here?”

“They could have taken him inside of this shop. It would be the perfect decoy,” Sophie commented.

“Maybe the shop has a basement,” Gabriel added, looking closely. “A lot of these shops have them. They have kitchens where they prepare bread and other pastries, so they don’t need to get the product from a seller.”

“How do you know that, Gabriel?” Cecily seemed impressed. “I think we should open the door and get inside, just, you know, to check. It won’t hurt.”

“We can use an open rune,” Gideon agreed. “This way, the owner won’t know that we entered his shop. Even if he discovered us, we shouldn’t care,” he shrugged. “The tracking rune took us here, which means that he should be inside of this building.”

Sophie, who was closer to the door, drew the open rune. Before entering, everyone but Tessa drew a silent rune to avoid being heard. It would be useful to be noiseless, but everyone did what they could, and she was doing her best. They found the door that led to the basement behind the counter, and one after another, they descended the stairs. She hoped that Will was there, otherwise, she would have to find him in other ways.

When Will came to, his head was pounding. He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting fast to the darkness of the room, the only source of light coming from a row of windows at the top of the wall he was facing.

He faintly remembered what occurred before he woke up in that place.

He remembered that today was the day of the masquerade party they organized at the Institute. He also recalled that his tailor Lemuel Sykes had made him the perfect costume, and that he and Tessa, his beautiful wife, went to get it before the party would start. Then, he remembered the jolt. The carriage halted in the middle of the road, he got out to check what was wrong, but someone came from behind. Lastly, he remembered the acrid smell of a substance, and darkness following.

Tessa. Where was she? Was she with him?

He scanned the room in search of his wife. He thought whoever took him prisoner might’ve taken her too, but he was alone. He was relieved, at last, but what if they took her somewhere else? He tried to free his hands, but they were tied behind him. Unluckily for the wretches who were holding him hostage, he knew how to free himself from ropes.

“I wonder how much he’ll take to wake up,” he heard someone say behind his back, footsteps approaching.

He started untying himself nonetheless, trying to be as silent as he could. He saw the faint shadow of a person on the wall. They brought a gas lamp or perhaps a candle in the room, and he realized they were indeed in a basement. A kitchen basement, to be precise. There is a bakery store in Kensington, he thought, maybe I am closer to home than I think.

“The effect of the chloroform lasts for half an hour only,” another one replied. “I think.”

“What you goin’ to do when he wakes up, duh? Just threaten the royal family that we got this lad, and they, ugh, give us money?”

“I thought we talked about this,” a female voice said, “yes, we are going to threaten the royal family. We are going to send a letter saying we have his royal highness the Prince of Wales George, and that if they want him back, they need to give us 5,000 pounds.”

“They really gonna give us that, Emy? They would want to see he is the right fella,” the guy huffed. “We sure this lad is this George heir?”

“Of course we are,” the lady, Emy, answered with confidence. “Didn’t you see him trying on that royal costume at the tailor shop? I’m positive it’s him.”

Someone snorted, and he heard footsteps. “I don’t know, I believed his hair was lighter, judging from the photos in the newspapers, y’know.”

“You know nothing, Danny,” Emy spat. Will thought she was the boss here. Interesting. “Let’s see if he wakes up, shan’t we? It’s going to be a long night.”

Will knew they were coming to see him now, and he wasn’t afraid. He was a shadowhunter, and these three – he imagined it was three of them, judging from their voices – were mundanes. Unless they used deathly weapons on him, he was sure he could best them and come out of that basement unscathed. Or so he hoped. He had been hoping too much lately, but it didn’t hurt to hope more. Hope was free, and so he would be, in a few minutes’ time.

He had already untied his hands while they were talking, but he didn’t remove the ropes just yet. When he heard them approaching, he closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious.

“Still sleeping, I’ma afraid,” one of the men said, kicking one of Will’s feet. “Should we wake him?”

“Suit yourself,” Emy said. Her voice seemed further than her sidekick. “But be quick. I’m starving. Let him confirm that he is who he is.”

“Should I call him your majesty?”

“No, call him jolterhead,” she suggested. “He’s not a majesty yet, you idiot.”

The man cleared his throat. “Yo’, jolterhead! Wake up!”

“Danny!” Emy chided, stomping her feet on the wooden floor. “I didn’t mean it literally, you stupid!”

Will decided that was the time to act. He opened his eyes at once and freed himself of the ropes around his hands, but he did not discard them – they could be useful as he found out that they took all his weapons. Emy and the sidekick were still arguing when they realized he freed himself and got up from the chair.

“Danny, get him!” but Danny was not very fast, and when Will kicked him between his legs, he crumpled to the floor crying, and then ran away from the room altogether when he realized things could get messy. “Useless piece of trash,” Emy said, irritated. “I didn’t know princes of Wales could fight,” she looked left and right for the other sidekick, but he was nowhere in sight.

Will grinned devilishly, the rope tight in his hands. “I didn’t know people could be so daft, either,” he commented. “Mistaking random people from Wales to be princes,” he snorted.

“And you’re a good actor, too,” she clapped her hands. “It’s useless to lie, you highness.”

“It’s useless to kidnap innocent people who know how to fight, too,” he echoed. Emy unsheathed a knife from her coat, and she aimed at him, but Will dodged her easily, using the rope as a means to shield himself. “And you also stole my knives, thief!” Will said, trying to get it back, but the woman wasn’t bad at protecting herself.

“I steal whatever I want,” she tried to elbow him, but Will anticipated her moves, swift as an arrow. They kept this dance for a while, until Emy’s knife cut the rope in two, rendering it useless. Will frowned, fuming. He glanced around for a makeshift weapon, but the closest object available on the kitchen counter that he could have gotten was still too far from him. Emy took advantage of Will’s distraction and grabbed his beard, pinning him to the wall, the knife she was holding dangerously close to his throat. “What, now? Cat got your tongue, prince?”

Will grunted. He felt the blade of the knife she stole from him graze his skin. It was a runed knife, but still, it was a knife all the same, and if he wasn’t careful –

Everything happened fast. “Bloody hell!” Emy cried in pain. Will barely registered a knife hitting his captor’s hand. She let go of his beard because of the shock, and the knife she was holding clattered on the wooden floor. He took the chance to stomp on her hand with his foot, he didn’t care she was a mundane. She was still a mundane who tried to murder him. Emy helped, but at least she was sedated. She cried in pain, holding her bruised hand in her other hand.

Will gazed up, trying to see whether the person who threw the knife was a friend or a foe, and he beamed when he realized who was at the bottom of the stairs.

“Tessa!” he called, but it was short lived.

“Will, behind you!” she shouted, and he turned just in time to dodge a blow by the third sidekick, elbowing him in the stomach. The man fell on the floor unceremoniously.

“What a pest!” he exclaimed loudly, hearing Emy cry in the background. “Serves you well, thief. I should call the police, should you kidnap the real prince George. But unfortunately, I have a party to attend.”

Everyone but the kidnappers either rolled their eyes or chuckled.

They got back to the Institute using the Lightwood’s carriage, which was too small for six, but they had to make do. His sister Cecily, along with Gabriel, sat in the driver’s seat, while Sophie and Gideon sat with Will and Tessa inside the carriage.

Will explained what happened after he woke up, after he had fainted because of the chloroform. They tried to be ironic and say that it was the beard who got him into trouble, but Will brushed it off as being in the wrong place, at the wrong time. And having the wrong costume. His friends didn’t seem so sure but it didn’t matter. Then Tessa explained to him how she found his handkerchief and how their friends helped her track him.

“I let it fall when I realized someone was behind me,” Will said. “I knew it would be useful. And it was,” he glanced at Tessa first, then at his friends. “Thank you all for helping Tessa.”

They returned to the Institute, and the party was still in full swing, and it would be for a couple of hours still. The Lightwoods took leave once they got inside, claiming they needed a drink in order to refresh. Will couldn’t blame them. They had, after all, helped Tessa with the True North rune, and it was thanks to that, that they had found him. They deserved anything they wanted, and more.

“Don’t you want to go upstairs and rest, my darling? You’ve had quite the day,” Tessa said, lingering outside of the doors of the ballroom, where everything was quieter. “You must be tired.”

“Shouldn’t we also call Jem to check on my health?” he wondered sarcastically, but Tessa frowned disapprovingly. “I’m sorry, Tess. I didn’t mean to brush off your suggestion, but I think I should stay. I really wanted this party, and the only way for me to distract myself from my misadventure is living the party.”

Tessa wasn’t convinced, and he suspected that was the reason why she kept in the alcove close to the ballroom but making no move to walk over there. “What if they drugged you? Maybe we should call Jem, you know,” she bit her lip nervously, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Tess. Tess. Tessa,” he smoothed her cheek with his forefinger. “My love, don’t cry,” he grabbed her, and she held the back of his vest in her fist as she sobbed quietly.

He let her vent until she had enough, his hand caressed her back to calm her down. “I hate this beard,” she muttered.

Will chuckled softly, holding his wife’s body closer to his. “You know what, I dislike it too.”

“Then why did you grow it?” Tessa asked, gazing up into his blue eyes.

He mused about it for a moment. “First, because Sykes’ suggestion wasn’t bad. I never tried growing one, and I was curious how I would look,” he shrugged. “Second, it was because of this damned prince of Wales costume,” he rolled his eyes. “One thing is for certain, though. I’m never attempting to grow a beard ever again.”

“I concur,” Tessa managed a smile. “Even though, I must admit, I will miss it a little. I liked trailing my hand through it when we kissed,” she beamed.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you can still trail your hand through my hair while we kiss, or when you want. I still have plenty,” he made a crooked smile, and he knew she liked the proposition.

“It is a good consolation prize, indeed,” she nodded. “Thank you very much for the proposition, your royal highness, prince of Wales.”

He shook his head. “Only until the party is over,” he declared gravely. “Then I want it gone. Erased from my face. Can you do it for me, when we retire in our rooms, Tessa? I want to go back to being the old Will Herondale, please.”

“I will do anything you want, Will,” she touched his cheek lightly. “But first, let’s get something to drink and to eat.”

“Whatever you want, my darling. Whatever you want.”

Ending Notes: jolterhead is an authentic insult from the Victorian and Edwardian era, it means "a stupid fellow".

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justmybookthots · 1 year ago

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City of Ashes

Wow.

I liked this book!

You can see my review of Book 1 here. For some time I really just considered my decision to re-read these old YA books as watching bad reality TV (especially with how awful 'Hush Hush' was) but this book was when I felt the gears in my head shift and I realised I was genuinely enjoying the story.

It took me a while to get started because I was reading other books but ever since I finished 'Suddenly a Murder' (and finished writing a chapter of a fanfic that was keeping me occupied), I told myself I'd refocus on getting this one done. Today I was feeling... not great in the morning, and I used this book as a distraction, thinking I'd probably finish it over the next few days (hopefully).

I finished it in like five hours. 💀

People can complain about this book (rightfully so, it's far from perfect) but it was easy to read and very addictive. I don't remember having had this much enjoyment reading it as a teen; it felt like a tedious haze in my memory. And because I don't remember 80% of this book, almost everything felt brand new to me.

Things I liked:

The Inquisitor. I get she's painted to be a villain but I need to say that I didn't really pay her much attention UNTIL 3/4 INTO THE BOOK WHEN THEY SAID HER SON WAS A HERONDALE AND I WAS LIKE, WAIT. BACK UP. So I went to search up "Herondale" and I FUCKING REALISED THEY INTRODUCED HER AS INQUISITOR HERONDALE AT FHE START AND I MISSED IT. I'm actually really glad I missed it because I'd have known her connection to Jace from the beginning, and now I get to be like OH MY FUCKING GOSH when I realise she's probably his grandmother (?). When you see the antagonism she regarded him with for most of the book and then you realise the connection… and SHE herself realised it… I AM SHOOKETH. Granted, readers are supposed to only connect the dots in the next book, but whatever. I get the epiphany NOW.

She's honestly such a nuanced and great character. She felt like a mix of Umbridge (minus the pink and the simpering and all that gross shit) and Elias' mother from Ember in the Ashes. She made a massive mistake but you realise where she was coming from at some point. You're not supposed to justify her actions, just understand where her head/heart was at.

I used to really dislike Luke when I read him as a teen and now I'm confused why I did because I really like him? I think he's such a sweet soul and he's Clary's real dad at heart, not Valentine.

OOH! When the Unseelie Court was unveiled, I was so excited because after reading Cruel Prince I have a fresh perspective of fae that I didn't used to have reading this as a teen. I liked the Queen and overall how the fae was written. It's really similar to how I think they should be written (IMO). And it was nice tying that thread up at the end, even if a little sloppily. I really wish Cassandra would write a book with a fae lead but she seems to be good friends with Holly Black and that could be a bit weird? I don't know.

Also I really like Cassandra Clare's prose. I personally felt it was one of the better ones out there (or maybe I just feel this way after reading 'Hush Hush'). Maybe it's just more the style I like, even if some dialogue can be a bit cringe at times.

The conversation between Maryse and Jace was really moving at the end. And just their relationship in general. I love that she DID love him, and saw him as one of her children from the start. I didn't have the best impression of her when she first appeared, but it's great for my perception to evolve over the course of the story.

Valentine is… interesting. As a teen I thought he was a rather clichéd villain (I mean… he IS), but he fills that established trope quite well.

Magnus Magnus MAGNUS. Need I say more? He shone in almost every one of his cameos.

Even Alec, who I find pretty boring, had his moment in this book. He pretended to side with the Inquisitor and then went to find Jace to help get him out of the prison. Granted, Alec still isn't anywhere as interesting as I wished he could be—especially compared to MAGNUS—but he was more decent than I expected.

Really liked how the Fearless rune came into play!!!!!!!

I liked that scene where Jace and Clary talked outside the shower at his place. Most people probably won't like that scene because of the whole sibling shebang, but I enjoyed it. Jace was pretty upfront about things… though given the ending, I don't expect that to recur in the next book.

Despite how old this book is, and the occasional girl-on-girl hate that I can't stand, Cassie does a pretty okay job at fleshing out female characters other than Clary. Isabelle is decent, and Maia is an interesting addition (I know she and Simon are getting together but whatever). For its time, this book is mostly all right save for a few problematic liners, and I'll give Cassie props for that. (For now. I'll see for the next book.)

Things I didn't like;

Simon, PLEASE GO AWAY. THE WORST PART IS I KNOW YOU WON'T GO AWAY BECAUSE I REMEMBER YOU BEING IN ALL THE BOOKS IN THIS SERIES. T_T He was the worst part of the story for me and cutting down most of his scenes would have made me so happy. When he showed up "dead" because the vampires attacked him, I was like, why do you give me false hope? When Valentine "killed" him again, I was like, FALSE HOPE NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE? SHAME ON YOU. This ugly ass won't stay dead. 😭 He's a tiny parasite that latches on for fucking dear life—my brother in Christ, what were you even doing in the Unseelie Court? He had no role or business there; it's like bringing a wailing baby on a plane. Cassie has to turn him into a vampire to make him halfway relevant but I just DON'T CARE. He was pretty much Ron Weasley in Harry Potter's body and I hated Ron. He tries to be funny but he isn't funny and he's just jealous and rageful most of the time and, like…

Look, I know this is a lot of Simon talk. But I'm still not done. I'm just adding another bullet point because the paragraph was too long. :') Anyway. You know what Simon says? He says this to Clary when she admits she loved Jace:

He smiled at her. It was a sad smile with something else underneath. "You know what the worst feeling I can imagine is?" She blinked at him. "No." "Not trusting the person I love more than anything else in the world."

Babe, that was really #deep but just because she didn't like you back doesn't mean you can't trust her??? She's still your friend. She is NOT entitled to like you back and trust isn't contingent on your romantic affections being reciprocated. You are not entitled to having them reciprocated just because you were her best friend for years. That's classic "nice guy" manipulation tactics. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ So you're saying because she didn't like you back, all those years of friendship are flushed down the drain and no more trust is left? I don't know how much more of this incel I can stomach. 🤮 Every time Clary sobbed in grief for him, I was like: sometimes we just gotta let that pimple pop and let him go, babe.

I gotta move on. Anyway: I didn't even get to see Alec and Magnus get together in the first place. T_T I have to see chapters in Nice Guy Simon's head but I don't get much of Alec or Magnus' POV here? It's not fair!!!!!!! I felt like I was missing a lot of things about them and how they got together in the first place.

I'm not a huge fan of Clary and Jace being speshul people with speshul powers but eh. It's not a giant gripe but at least Clary doesn't become a combat expert overnight so I'll take that.

I find Jace and Clary's love for each other a little unconvincing but it could be worse, I guess.

JACE, I know he's technically immature/a child but he really should have watched his mouth more with the Inquisitor. The first time he was sent to prison, I thought he deserved it with how he was mouthing off to her. But then later he showed a lot of self-discipline/sensibility with the Fair Folk so I was a little thrown by the whiplash. Again, it's not a major gripe, but yeah.

I'm going to end the review here. Overall, I'm shocked by how much I liked this book given its poor reviews on GR, but we'll see how the next book fares for me (if I do get to read it… or finish it). I do want to add that the sibling thing doesn't faze me like it does many because I know in retrospect that it isn't true, and just… My brain is too screwed-up, I guess? I need to stop reading so many disturbing thrillers. Or manga.

But let me tell you: it felt REALLY surreal upping the book from the 3 stars I'd given it as a teen to 4. I've almost NEVER done that with an old read before.

- 24 Nov 2023

#book blog #book review #fantasy books #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #cassandra clare #city of ashes #the mortal instruments #chain of thorns

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i am exhausted just reading about all this 🥲 i don’t know who thought it would be a good idea to invent things that have to be done. if not even the biggest redbull could help, i really don’t know what could. especially with a draft that needs to be finished 😭 did you manage to do it then??

james and anna my beloved babies <3 honestly they’re all my beloved babies in this series 🥺 i miss them so much already. but yay hopefully you can finish it without having to worry about classes :) and keep me updated!!! i can’t wait to know what you think of chot!!

me too!!! i really can’t wait to see where the story ends especially now that i know i have more time with nick and charlie 🥺🥺

EXACTLY!! i need to take a week off so that i can rewatch both seasons and reread the books 24/7

ohhhh i can’t wait to see them when they get there!!!

like annabeth hoodies??? maybe i didn’t want to know, because now all i wanna do i buy like 15 of them :) and i really love etsy but the shipping is always so expensive for italy 😭 i’m gonna be so poor

of course!!! i’d love to see the outfit for the concert!! and it’s this week already 😻😻😻 i didn’t realize it was so close!!!

uh that’s great. you deserve to just have a week off, no uni work, just rest. recovering from easter is a hell of a task though. how are you feeling then?? i didn’t really get a chance to rest yet but i’m off in two weeks so hopefullyi can just power through this last week of work 🥲

but also i got a new tattoo!!!! (which is also why i didn’t get a chance to rest lol today was my day off but i spent it getting stabbed repeatedly with a tiny needle for eight hours so you know, i don’t feel so rested now 😂) but i’m so happy with how it turned out!!! it looks stunning and it was worth all the pain (which was really a lot. i thought of running out of the convention a few times but then they gave me a numbing spray so at least that helped for the last part) so now i got a heron on me!!! 😻 honestly it started off because i just liked the idea of some fern leaves with a bird or a dragonfly, and then i just went with the heron because i’ve always wanted one (because i love it, but mostly because i’m a slut for the herondales)

anyway here it is!!! a new baby <33

i’m giving you some warm tea and a biscoff muffin and a huge hug <3333

hello cece my beautiful wonderful beloved soulmate <3

i hope you have been well and looking after yourself! i don’t want you overworking yourself 😭 but it has been two days since i have come back from my trip (i have been exhausted plus i had work and uni to catch up on) so now i am going to sit down and tell you about my trip!! please grab a cup of tea and a snack while you read :)

so i went to sydney again, and i had a much more enjoyable experience this time around. i think it was because i knew what i was getting into, and i stayed in the exact same place, so it was all familiar to me.

although i did try to use the public transport this time, instead of ubering everywhere, and the buses were so bad, but the trains were INCREDIBLE! they were double decker and the back support moved so you could have a single row or two rows of seats face each other??? SO COOL

anyways, me and my friend caught the train to the airport at 4am in the morning 😭😭😭 (and i finished work at 12am!!!!) to get our flight. once we landed in sydney, my friend wanted to get merch from the early presale stand outside the arena and we were outside in 30 degree heat FOR TWO HOURS, with our luggage. good news, my birthday is coming up and my friend didn’t know what to get me, so he bought half my merch 🤭 bad news, i’m ginger and i get sunburnt in two minutes, so think about two hours… the worst thing is we had an umbrella for sun protection, but my right arm and the back of my neck was out so they were FRIED. i’m currently peeling like a reptile but worth it

we got some food from maccas because we were dehydrated and getting heat stroke, and then checked into our room after we managed to get our stuff. we both ended up napping in the afternoon, which we were both surprised about, because i had my phone in my hand still attached to the charger next to my bed and he still had his genshin impact loaded up onto his ipad 😭😭😭

unfortunately the place i wanted to take him to for dinner, the really good japanese place from last time, was under renovation, so we had dinner elsewhere but we had such a good time the rest of our trip

because we went to see stray kids, a kpop group, we had a lot of activities we could indulge in. they had this thing called a cupsleeve event, where someone in the fandom designs a cupsleeve to represent a kpop idol’s birthday, group anniversary or in our case, coming to the city. and i got so many freebies! we went to this kpop store that doubled as a cafe and the drinks were so good! i bought way too much but i have to remind myself that i can’t get it at home 😔

we also went to the biggest bookstore i have ever seen in my life! it took up a whole floor of the shopping centre and it was brilliant. it had books upon books, categories after categories. they even had an entire chinese and japanese section! i also spent a lot of money there BUT my best find was the entire completed infernal devices manga trilogy!! it’s so beautiful and such a rare find, i grabbed it immediately. i couldn’t find the tmi graphic novels though, but they have them on their website, so i might order them in :)

alright, the main event! the concerts! so i went and saw the kpop group, stray kids, two nights in a row! it was amazing. i was and still am a huge fan of their work, but especially because they got me through a really hard time in my life and really were my serotonin while i was at school 😔 i wasn’t allowed to see them when they first came here four years ago (parents: maybe next year, they’ll come! *next year being 2020.*) so i feel like i finally made up for it.

me and my friend also matches outfits! we did black and green (the concert colours) on the first night, and red and white on the second (to match the stray kids colours). i wish i could send you photos, we looked so slay 🤩

i do not have one concert video without me screaming the lyrics (yeah the korean ones too!) in the back. but i don’t care, it was so fun, i had a blast. and it was even better because two of the members of stray kids were from sydney and they just made it feel more homely :) do not regret how much money i spent on them or the sleep i lost at all! i’m so glad i can slowly start to give myself the experiences i missed out on as a kid/teenager :’)

anyways, enough about me! how have you been? what have you been up to? how is simba? 🥺 i adore you so much and i am enclosing this letter with a warm hug <3333

hello nero my amazing perfect beloved soulmate <3

yay i’m so happy to finally hear about this trip!!! i just made myself a cup of tea and brought out some biscoff cream!!

how was the catching up part?? did you manage to catch up without exhausting yourself too much??

nero that’s so great!! i think that having a familiar surrounding is always helpful, and staying in the same place makes it all less scary somehow. i’m really happy it went much better!!

NO WAY THEY HAVE THOSE TRAINS THERE??? they look so cool!!! i’ve seen them on instagram once and i was so jealous of every city who had those trains!! you can literally choose if you want to sit alone or have company and that’s so cool!!! it’s basically a buildable environment!!! i’m getting way too excited about this lol

so you only had like three hours of sleep?? 😭😭😭😭 and you even had to stand in the heat for hours 😭😭😭 but yay!!! merch!!! that’s a really great birthday gift!!! (also when is your birthday??? only if you want to share of course <3)

anyway merch is so amazing and so expensive. this has got to be one of the best presents ever!!! even if it means you’re skinning like a reptile now lol at least it’s just two small spots instead of your whole self 😂 but i get the struggle. i’m not ginger but my skin is so light i always get sunburnt in 0.5 seconds too. definitely not fun, but worth it for some merch :D

that was probably a really fun situation to wake up to, but you both deserved a nap for catching a bus at 4am!!! especially since you had only a few hours of sleep after work!! at least you were rested enough to really enjoy the trip!!

oh no 😭😭 i’m still dreaming about that place!! i went to a my favorite japanese restaurant in my city a few days ago and i really wanted to try that beverage you told me about but i was driving so i couldn’t 😭 i hope this other restaurant was really good too though!!

no way!!! nero this is all way too cool!!! i’m so happy it was so fun and there were so many things to do!!! also this cupsleeves event sounds so cool!! i’m so happy nero, you’re making my day just by telling me about all these freebies and amazing drinks!! and you know i’m always gonna be the little devil on your shoulder telling you that spending money is good and you deserve all that amazing stuff :))

the tid manga trilogy??? how is that even possible omg you can’t find that anywhere!!!! i’m so jealous, i wanna live in this bookstore now 🥺 it’s got to be so amazing!! (you always find the best bookstores, i had no doubt there would be one in this letter too and i was so excited to read about it!!) and let me know if you do order the tmi graphic novels!! i’ve been trying to collect those too hehe

the fact that *next year* was 2020 is so painful. but you saw them two nights in a row!!! that’s amazing!! and it must have been so good to see them after so long, after they’d been by your side in a really tough time 🥹 i’m so happy you got to finally see them live!!

also, the matching outfits?? I LOVE THAT!!! i bet you looked so slay!!! that’s literally the best idea for what to wear to a concert!!!

nero i’m so so happy for you!!! you’ve made my whole day, i’m not even joking!! i’m so happy you’re finally getting to enjoy trips and concerts you couldn’t before!! and this one really sounded so perfect!!! also the videos with you screaming at the top of your lungs to every song are literally the best. i love it when i rewatch a video from a concert and i can hear myself screaming and crying and dying more than i can hear the band or the singer. it just makes me live all those memories and those amazing feelings again!!!

the money spent on this is totally worth it!!! and you can sleep now, uni can wait lol really nero i’m so happy this trip was so good!!! i’m so happy for you!!!

i’m good!! i got three days off from work this week so that was great, and i started to reread chain of iron so that i can reread chain of thorns right after :) i miss them so much already 🥲

anyway i just booked a trip for may, because a friend is coming to visit me and i’m gonna be off work for two weeks so i’m really looking forward to it and now i just wanna skip work and plan the itinerary 😂 and i want to book more trips too. which isn’t great because my bank account is already crying and begging me to stop buying stuff. did i tell you i got the illumicrate edition of chain of thorns with the alternative dust jackets? yeah so my bank account still hasn’t forgiven me for it :,)

simba is also doing really good, he’s eating a lot and sleeping a lot as usual 😌

also, ever since you told me about the rina sawayama concert, and because you always talked so much about her, i kinda started listening to her music a lot more and i’m obsessed with some songs now!!! i adore her style so thank you for this new obsession :>

i’m enclosing a warm hug for you too and a little bouquet of flowers <3

#nero my beloved <3 #<333

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magnusthefish · 5 years ago

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Kit: I don't know how many cookies it takes to be happy, but so far, it's not 57

Ty: It's not 104, either

Julian: ???

Kit: It's not 58

Ty: It's not 105

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wikitpowers · 1 year ago

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oh em gee my to-do list was leaked 😦

#very busy day today i must admit #good thing i have only fun things to do #i miss kit can u tell #(probably not im hiding it super well)#[enter circus music]#kit herondale #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #tda #twp #tsc

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secretsofblackthornhall · 3 years ago

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Emma To Bruce

Dear Bruce,

Oh, Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. You don’t even know (because you are a diary and you never leave the house). I have spent the day among the mundanes. Not just mundanes. Tourists. All things considered, I’ll take the haunted cursed mansion, thanks.

When last I wrote we found out Ghost!Rupert thinks there’s a cursed object in this Herondale house on Curzon Street here in London. After that we have no idea, which is going to be a big problem because ley lines are, you know, lines, so objects could be anywhere along them. But one thing at a time.

It turns out the National Trust operates tours of the Curzon Street house—and I assume some Herondale in the past was smart enough to get rid of, or at least glamour the heck out of, anything too Shadowhuntery there. It’s advertised as being a recreation of a “typical Edwardian home,” which is close enough to the right time period for our purposes. So we got dressed up in mundane costumes—Jules found an excellent vintage Sex Pistols t-shirt in Arthur and Andrew Blackthorn’s Groovy Chambers of Love —and bought tickets for the 2:00 tour the next day.

What we learned from the house tour is that Edwardian décor mostly would look pretty okay in a modern house! It’s light and airy, lots of soft colors, cool patterned fabric, and so on. Oh, and we also learned the Edwardian movement missed Tatiana Blackthorn entirely, since everything about Blackthorn Hall is the very opposite of light and airy. Julian pointed out that she probably left it the way it was when her father died. Whereas I liked the feel of Curzon Street a lot, it was homey. I actually took a photo of some wallpaper and want to ask Tessa if she remembers who made it and, uh, whether they’re still in business I guess. What’s happened to us? We’re renovating a house. I feel so old.

The tour was fine, I guess, lots of detail about eras and maker’s marks and furniture. People asked ridiculous questions—one of the American couples demanded to know where the piano was and when the guide said sorry, no piano, they got angry and told her that all Edwardian homes had a piano so there must be one, and she had to kind of apologize and move on. It was awkward and I did not feel great about the people of my land.

But mostly I was tuned out of all that. The house was interesting enough. Persian carpets everywhere! An ivory chess set! A pewter-clad bathtub! Oh, there was a framed playbill from the time period that was obviously from some Downworlder nightclub, that was kind of cool. But most importantly, none of these were things enchanted by Tatiana.

I spent most of the time looking for anything that made it clear Shadowhunters lived here. The only thing I really saw was that there were a bunch of weapons used for decoration, which the tour guide noted was not appropriate to the period. Of course you and I know, Bruce, that weapons are always appropriate décor. But it’s like Julian always says, sometimes you don’t even need glamours, because mundanes don’t see what they don’t want to see. Like, the tour guide went on and on about a beautiful jadeite sculpture atop one of the mantels and said nobody knew what the shape was meant to represent. And it was obviously meant to be displaying a sword that is long gone.

Anyway we

Oh, wait.

It’s not long gone. I know where it went. It’s on the dressing table on the other side of the room. I can see it from where I’m writing this.

A real chill just went up my spine, thinking of that. At the house today I was thinking about the people who lived there, James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs, but to be honest I didn’t really feel an emotional connection to them while I was there. Maybe it’s just that all the really personal stuff would have been taken out of the house before it became a museum. But also, just…I didn’t know them. Tessa and Jem did, of course, and Magnus, and heck, maybe some of the other warlocks, I don’t know. But I didn’t, and I never will.

But you know who else knew them? Cortana knew them. I wish I’d brought it with me to the house today. (But nooooo, Julian said only weapons that could be completely concealed. And what if the tour guide had turned out to be an Eidolon demon lying in wait for us? I would have faced it with a bootknife smaller than I’d use to peel an apple with. Though it would have been an Eidolon demon that knew a lot about turn of the century furniture. ANYWAY, we were there to find an object, so let me finish that story.)

We were in one of the spare bedrooms, looking at the scrollwork on the bed or whatever. The tour guide was showing off some of the objects on the bedside tables, and the Sensor went off like crazy.

The tour guide gave us an evil look. “Turn off that phone,” she said to me, and the whole tour group flounced off to another room while I pretended to be trying to find my phone in my extremely ugly waist pack. Jules grabbed the Sensor, and it led us to — a music-box on the windowsill. A very ugly music box. Well, maybe not ugly. Very overdecorated, just covered in bits and bobs and, like, way too much for a music box. There was a monkey figurine involved. It was a lot. Anyway, it was an excellent example of the mid-Victorian etc etc but also it was an object Tatiana cursed and, I guess, someone liked it enough to find it and bring it back here???

After that it was just a matter of waiting till the tour moved on, glamouring up, grabbing the music box, sneaking back out of there, and hoping nobody who worked there had the Sight. Which they didn’t. So now we have a music box to show Rupert in the morning and ask Tessa about. I hope it wasn’t hers or anything like that. I think of her as having better taste.

Okay, that’s it for now, Bruce. I’m going to go get Cortana so I can reach out and touch it from the bed. Julian always teases me when I do that but tonight it feels right. Catch you later.

Emma

#sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #cortana #mundanes #emma carstairs #julian blackthorn #shadowhunters #bruce #cassandra clare

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carelessflower · 3 years ago

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missed

a short and sweet little something to make up for the lack of malec parallel today, enjoy :>>

Content warning: stabbing, self-stabbing

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"You missed."

Alec glared up in annoyance at Magnus, who was currently pinning both of Alec’s arms over his head.

“Shut up.”

He was wearing that stupidly smug smile of his that made Alec a little breathless. A little, honestly.

“Almighty prince Alexander of Alicante, the best archer of the kingdom, missing his shot because there was a spide-”

Magnus let his guard down for a split second, and Alec used that to break free of the hold on his hands and flip Magnus onto his back, successfully reversing their positions.

"You’re slacking off," He leaned down, lips hovering over Magnus owns. “What if someone distracts you like today Magnus? How can you fulfill your duty then?”

Magnus’s gaze turned softer, eyes shone under the soft embrace of sunlight. One of Magnus’s hand reached up to brush the strand of hair in front of Alec’s face.

“I doubt that’s ever going to be a problem Alexander.”

He looked beautiful like this, when there was only two of them, not prince Alexander and his guard, just Alec and Magnus. Alec’s heart fluttered from the mere sight of him, with happiness and a feeling he had not dared to name yet.

Alec adjusted his current pose to lay down on Magnus’s chest. The soft breeze of spring blew around them, making their own melodies. He only focused on Magnus’s.

Magnus, who he had saved years ago and had saved him in return.

Alec never doubted Magnus’s love for him. He never had to. He knew Magnus's heartbeats like his own.

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The sword posed a threat, one or two good inches and it would pierce through his heart.

That coupled with the image of Magnus holding it put Alec in a light trance.

Magnus. No no not Magnus not his Magnus. Magnus Bane. Son of Asmodeus. Heir to Edom.

Alec let the fire consume him, blinded him to the point of no return. And now the kingdom was paying the price.

His parents, at least what remaining of them would be so disappointed in him.

Max and Izzy. Oh God Max and Izzy. Alec had failed them. He had failed them all.

From the grunted and yelling behind him, he could tell Jace was still alive, but not for long if he got captured.

A distraction was needed. Something to shift the focus on Jace, allowing others to get his brother out of here.

The last of the Lightwood family needed to live.

Alec closed his eyes. Decisions already made.

"Magnus," the sound of his shaky laugh didn't startle Alec. Maybe this was how it was supposed to be. Fairytale was never meant for him. "You missed."

Before anyone could react, Alec grabbed the gleaming edge of the sword and thrust it through his chest.

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#malec #anh writes stuff #I will apply every cliche ever #and that’s okay #I’m a cliched tropes love #cw: stabbing #cw: self-stabbing

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years ago

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If life was good, the next sobh would be: Tessa to James

Dear Jamie,

How are you, my darling son? It feels like just yesterday you were in my arms for the first time. Just yesterday I was watching you laugh as you sat on your father's shoulders while he ran across the rolling hills of Idris, or seeing you come back from the academy, with your shy smile and your eyes full of regret.

Regret for what, I'll never know Jamie. I have always loved you and I always will. Even after all of these years, the mere thought of you brings tears to my eyes because I can never hold you in my arms again. I'm crying right now, as a matter a fact, and I don't think I'll be able to stop for a while. I love you so much James and I love Lucie just as much. You never had to feel guilty, and yet you carried it with you for so long.

If there's one thing in my life I would change, it's how much you suffered. My bach, even now I hate that I knew there was something strange about your moods, and yet I never intervened. You never deserved al that you endured, with my father, that bracelet, with Matthew.

Perhaps that's why I couldn't breath when Kit came in with your old gun today. Part of me wanted to grab it and caress it, knowing that your very hands (your father's hands) had touched it all those years ago, another part of me wanted to throw it into Thames where it may never be seen again. Kit, your half brother, didn't know any better and I feel I may have caused him to feel hurt, which I hate myself for. But I can't deny that protecting Mina was the first thing that came to mind, protecting Mina the way I couldn't protect you.

Seeing that gun stirred many emotions I tried to keep buried deep inside me. Saying Christopher's name hurt because it made me think of him which made me think of the four of you, the merry thieves, stirring up trouble. It made me think of you, Matthew and Lucie, all sitting together in the parlor, arguing over things I can't possibly remember. Watching you all dance at balls, I miss it all. I miss it all so much, it hurts my heart. I wouldn't trade what I have with Jem, Kit and Mina for the world, but I doesn't mean I still don't long to see you all again.

...

It's too late for my to be writing this, I should be writing requests not Tessa angst, but I just love her so much

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Herondales Don't Fail: Ch. 2 - Interview with a Vampire

Ao3 / 1 / 2

Kit Herondale, Ty Blackthorn (Kit/Ty), original characters

Wordcount: 5,281 words (this chapter)

Rating: Mature

Summary: It’s been almost five years since an epic line-up of Shadowhunter heroes and their allies closed all the portals to Hell. Now, demons are scarce and the Nephilim are searching for their purpose in this new world. Centurion Ty Blackthorn has been sent to London to investigate a potential new threat, while Kit Herondale has taken up a post helping to rebuild the London Enclave.

Kit was happy to accept the London Institute’s invitation to assist in the rebuilding of the city’s Enclave. But he didn’t count on being blindsided into joining the competition to become its next head - or being hated by most of its inhabitants who assume he’s only there because of his name.

Sabina watched as the rest of the Shadowhunters filed into the Sanctuary. They filled one side of it, while the few Downworld representatives filled the other side.

She frowned as she counted - fewer attending than last time they had called a Downworlder-Shadowhunter meeting. She couldn’t see any of the vampire heads, and only one of the two werewolf alphas - the Hampstead Heath alpha was missing. As was the Shadow Market warlock representative, Hypatia Vex. No Seelie or Unseelie folk but that was less of a surprise, given the near-devastation of Faerie they were still rebuilding from- fewer of them ventured from their lands these days. But still these wraith sightings were a matter of importance. She made a note to check with Roger after the meeting to find out why so few had accepted the Institute’s invite.

Noura nudged her. “What are you looking so worried about?” she signed.

“Nothing,” Sabina told her, settling back into the cold marble of the pew. A few rows ahead, she spotted Jacob chatting with one of the local warlocks, gesturing excitedly. She vaguely remembered him telling her he was arranging interviews with all the elder warlocks in the city, to crosscheck certain aspects of the Institute’s archives. Maybe he’d also know why so few Downworlders chose to attend.

Slightly to the left, she could see Herondale sitting slumped, looking vaguely discontent. He had seemed to have been knocked off-kilter by his inclusion in Evelyn’s competition, almost as if he hadn’t been expecting it. Which she found hard to believe. But Kit straightened up as one of the Centurions - a dark-haired, tall younger man with striking features - strode purposely down towards the centre of the dais. Sabina knew most of the European office’s Centurions- Marcus Pangborn was already there, preparing the Institute’s ancient projector, but she didn’t recognise this Centurion. He handed Pangborn some papers, before falling back in line behind him.

“Good afternoon,” Marcus had drawn on an amplify rune, and his voice echoed in the large Sanctuary. “Thank you all for joining us today - and let us begin this briefing.”

He took them through the basics of what they already knew about the wraiths. Appearing three months ago, they had been spotted mainly on patrols covering London’s East End and the City- including one less than a block away from the London Institute. Beside her, Sabina saw Noura suddenly shiver, as if someone had walked over her grave. Sabina gave her a concerned look - Noura didn’t often join active patrols, and she didn’t think her sister had seen a wraith up close yet - but Sabina held out a quick handclasp for comfort, as they studied the projections of blurred yellow-grey figures together.

It was hard to get an accurate count, Marcus said, but their best intel was there were at least five of the creatures. The origin of what they were currently calling ‘wraiths’ was also unknown - various Centurions had attempted to communicate with them, with no success so far. While initially the wraiths had fled on approach, others stood their ground and one had attacked Centurion Blackthorn - the new Centurion beside Marcus - who stepped forward to give an account.

“I was tailing it and it appeared harmless until I had it cornered. I flew through a window without it physically touching me,” said the Centurion, his light-coloured eyes grave. “It appears to have some kind of magical ability but unfortunately, I was unable to determine anything further around it due to my injuries.”

Having first appeared in the spring, over the course of the summer they had only grown more frequent in sighting and in boldness. The Centurions believed it was only a matter of time before they began attacking other passerbys- whether that was mundanes or Downworlders, Pangborn said solemnly.

“Are they a new type of demon?” asked the Wanstead Flats pack’s alpha, a no-nonsense woman with short brown hair, who was frowning. Sabina remembered the pack’s territory extended into Stratford and East Ham, not far from where the wraith sightings had been. Not far from where her and Noura had grown up.

There were murmurs throughout the Sanctuary at the question. Demon attacks had dwindled over the past few years, a welcome side effect from the sealing of dimensional portals. Some predicted it would mean the redundancy of Shadowhunters eventually…but in Sabina’s experience and time patrolling, at least in London there were still more than enough demon nests and ongoing effects of the Dark War’s decimation of Shadowhunters to make that only a dim future possibility.

“As of present, we don’t know-” another Centurion - Divya Joshi - stepped forward. “We haven’t had enough encounters with them to conclude that, although it would be highly unlikely. We are advising all Enclave members to carry both seraph and non-seraph weapons in the meantime,” she answered.

If it were a new type of demon, it would offer more questions about whether all gates were closed… Sabina saw a few sober looks exchanged between Centurions, and she thought they might have similar worries.

“And as for Downworlders?” Hypatia Vex’s voice echoed through the chamber, as she spoke from the back of the room, her violet-coloured jumpsuit standing out from the sea of Shadowhunter black. She must’ve entered late, thought Sabina. Always one for a dramatic entrance, Hypatia.

“We would ask you to be on guard, and let us know when and where you spot the wraiths. Do not try to engage them- we will take on that responsibility.”

“And if you need help containing one?” Hypatia lifted one finely-plucked eyebrow.

“I’m sure we will find enough in our coffers to get the best assistance from London’s premier warlocks,” Roger said smoothly, from where he was sitting beside Evelyn on the dais.

Hypatia shrugged gracefully. “You know where to find us,” she said.

There were a few minutes of further questions from the Downworld representatives before they filed out of the Sanctuary. The Shadowhunter-only portion of the debrief commenced, with Roger and Marcus explaining the joint plan to tackle the threat between the London Institute and the Centurion office.

As the meeting broke up, Sabina pulled out a patrol rota. Roger had asked her to draw up a new one that afternoon- one she’d have to run by the others.

Extra patrols, starting from tomorrow. It would be a further strain on their resources, given the inexperience of many of Enclave members and the recent loss of yet another family who originally found refuge in London, post-closure of Idris by the Cohort. The Andales family had finally made their way back to their homeland, homesick and unable to adjust to life outside of Idris, although Louise and Cristoph had promised they could be called upon if the Institute ever needed them. It was the fifth family in two years, Sabina remembered ruefully.

At least she had Herondale to add. He looked like he could handle himself in a fight, remembering his bout with Jacob. No matter what she personally thought of him as her competition to be Institute Head, Raziel knew they could take all the help they could get for patrols, especially with this unknown wraith threat.

She scanned the sanctuary to see if he was still around and saw him making a beeline for the tall Centurion - Tiberius Blackthorn - who he gave a quick kiss on the cheek to, and then casually slipped his hand into his pocket. Blackthorn went slightly red but also pulled Kit closer in a familiar gesture before returning to his conversation with a few of the other Centurions.

Sabina raised her eyebrows. Interesting. It made no difference to her but selfishly, she wondered if Evelyn knew about Kit’s partner, given Evelyn’s old-fashioned morals - and if it might be another negative strike against him (or if she’d just be glad his partner was at least another Shadowhunter.) Then, ashamed of herself, she concentrated back on her rota. She wanted the Institute position but she wanted it honorably, Sabina told herself firmly.

Ty’s face was a study of concentration, as he absorbed Kit’s recounting of his time so far at the Institute. Finished with their respective duties for the day, they had wandered a few blocks away from the Institute and were close to Blackfriars bridge, overlooking the busy Thames.

“It doesn’t make sense,” Ty said. The wind was strong enough to whip around his short hair and he brushed his hands in front of him on the railing.

Kit sighed. “I know.” He set his bag down against the guardrail, looking out to the railway bridge.

Ty shook his head. “I mean- not the part about your invitation to join the competition. Lineages are important to Shadowhunters. Herondales have frequently run the London Institute and Evelyn is old enough that she might’ve even been around when James Herondale was Head.” He looked over at Kit. “She might have thought you’d be offended if you weren’t invited.”

“If only she knew me and how unlikely that was.” Kit was slightly put out that Ty was making the same points as Jace.

Ty shrugged. “She doesn’t know you though,” he pointed out. “Or-” and here, Kit could see the wheels turning in Ty’s head. “Maybe she does in some way. Because she asked for you personally to come to the Institute but didn’t mention the acting head was standing down. So maybe she didn’t know it at the time?” he hypothesised. “Or she wanted you to come to the Institute without scaring you off. She wants you for something.”

“Then she could’ve explained that in our one-to-one meeting afterwards. But she was just cryptic!” Kit thought back to their conversation. “She mentioned my unorthodox background and how it might be what the Institute needs. But it’s not like I can draw on the First Heir powers anymore.” He sighed and leaned forward, looking over the grey water and clouds.

Ty frowned. “True.” He tapped his fingers lightly on the stone railing they were leaning against. “It doesn’t add up.”

“You’re right it doesn’t,” Kit said. “There are sketchy things going on for sure.”

“Yes- and now we have another clue. I’m not sure it’s all coincidence. While you were there, did you get any indication who might’ve sent you the text message?” Ty asked, his eyes gleaming with interest. “It could’ve been from her - maybe Evelyn felt she couldn’t tell you- ”

Kit snorted. “Doubt it. The telegraph was probably the last mundane communication tool she’s aware of. But otherwise, not a clue.” The sun broke through suddenly, shining in his eyes. He turned his back away from the river, feeling irritated from the whiplash of the day’s events. “Anyway- it’s all a bit of a fucking mess- wish we’d never got that stupid text, and I’m beginning to regret ever agreeing to the invite.”

He sighed heavily. Part of him knew he was being dramatic. But given all the reminders he’d had today, he thought he could wallow in the Herondale family’s favourite pastime for once.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ty’s fingers pause, and then he said in a more tentative voice. “Are you- do you want to leave London, Kit?”

“No, of course not!” Kit said, turning back to his boyfriend. He reached out for Ty’s hand, taking comfort from the feeling of rough calluses and the quiet strength he drew from it. “I just thought this could be an easy thing for once, yeah? You and I- finally living together in the same city. Just doing normal things, for once- or whatever counts as Shadowhunter normal routines. Without having to solve a mystery or go on a secret mission or save the whole fucking world.”

“We don’t have to take it on ourselves-” Ty said, after a moment. He squeezed Kit’s hand. “We could tell Julian. Or send a message to Alec. Or even just to Helen and Aline, or Jace and Clary - tell them what we found. We could let the Clave handle it.”

Kit took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It was true. This time- they didn’t have to be the only ones to deal with it alone. “Are you saying you want to step away from a mystery?”

He looked up to see Ty shake his head but there was a soft look in his eyes. “No. And I don’t think you do either. But I have my Centurion investigation into the wraiths and I have to concentrate on that. So most of this investigation at the Institute would be on your time but I’d still help where I could.”

“Right- ‘course,” Kit said. He took a moment to collect his thoughts. Ty let him- despite the months they spent apart, they still had an easy familiarity and knew when to give each other the space.

“Okay. Fine- I don’t want to leave London. And despite today’s bombshell, I’m intrigued and want to get to the bottom of whatever is going on. But I also think you’re right- we should at least tell Julian when we visit for dinner in a few days, just as back-up.” It didn’t hurt to have the Inquisitor knowing the plans and giving tentative agreement to a backdoor assignment, in case it all went south.

Ty’s slight smile widened. “Sounds like a sensible plan, Watson,” he said.

Kit interlaced their fingers and tugged Ty closer, similar to how they had embraced in the sanctuary. But here, instead of being surrounded by Shadowhunters - where Kit had learned to ignore the stares - they were an anonymous couple, not even noticed by the crowds of people, who all filtered past them.

Kit relished it, and he fully gave into the kiss.

“Also- sorry I made this all about me,” he said with a small laugh, when he drew back. “I didn’t even ask how your day was- and how the investigations are going?”

“I’ll catch you up,” Ty promised. He reached into his leather satchel to pull out his notebook, flipping to a specific page. “But first, I thought you’d want to know- I had an opportunity to research what kind of vampire glamour was on Ade, when we saw him last. Looks like a traditional encanto . I think if we head back to the hospital, we should be able to track down the vamp who cast it on him.”

Kit thought about it - a chance to solve one of the many mysteries they’d encountered since arriving in the city and a chance to keep one of his few remaining mundane friends safe from the Shadow World? “Absolutely- let’s go now,” he said. “We can catch the tube just a few minutes from here.”

Ty looked like he might protest at Kit’s sudden eagerness but then he shrugged and with a resigned sound followed as Kit pulled him towards the busy underground station.

“That’s the vampire?” Kit pitched his voice low.

Ty gave him a strange look at the obvious question. “Yes, it appears that’s her,” he said, returning his gaze to the scene in front of them, and the two figures sitting at the far back. “Why?”

“I just- nevermind,” Kit replied. Given his Shadow Market experience, the fact he had also visited the Hotel Dumort with Jace and had met a number of Lily’s clan, alongside the occasional rogue one that had required Shadowhunter intervention… he should by now know to not judge a vampire by their appearance. She didn’t look dangerous though but that might not count for much.

“What’s our plan here?” he asked, knowing Ty had had more experience in these types of situations, as Centurions often dealt with the more dangerous rogue Downworlders.

They were in mundane clothes, avoiding glamour for Ade’s sake, given he didn’t have the Sight. Standing right outside the hospital’s ground floor coffee shop and unfortunately, Kit also knew what the scene would look like to outsiders. Two muscular, tattooed white dudes, sitting down with a tall, Nigerian-English doctor, and a petite South Asian woman, who looked like another medical professional… a descent into a fight would not be a good look, to put it mildly. But at the same time, neither would be letting the vampire continue to prey on Ade.

Ty considered, his eyes narrowing . “It looks like they’re just talking so I don’t think we need to go in hot,” he said. “But if she’s rogue, it could turn messy. We’d have to neutralise her quickly- and in front of mundanes too.” He outlined the quick plan that was the usual Centurion protocol.

Despite his words, he looked calm, and Kit remembered Ty telling him about his classes at the Scholomance - the Downworld Relations course that used to be called ‘Interrogation’, and Kit felt his skin crawl briefly. He hoped it wouldn’t be a rogue situation but he also knew Ade- and how despite all his years of friendship with Kit- had always managed to stay away from getting involved in the Shadow World. Until now.

Kit thumbed over his concealed dagger that he always wore underneath his mundane clothes, tracing the heron pattern. “Let’s try to keep it peaceful.”

Ade’s warm brown eyes went from welcoming to worried when Kit sat down beside him. “Kit- what’s up- hey Ty- how come you’re both back here again so soon?” Ade knew that Kit had broken several Shadowhunter rules by bringing Ty to the hospital on the night of the wraith attack.

“Hey Ade, nah- we’re fine,” Kit said, trying to keep an easygoing smile on his face.

“I should go-” across from them the vampire started to rise, sudden distrust on her face but Ty quickly put a hand on her shoulder, directing her back down onto the seat. She recoiled from his touch, and a distasteful look crossed her face as she caught a glimpse of Ty’s Voyance rune. “ Nephilim.”

Despite the fact he’d had years to get used to it and the fact it more often directed against him - Kit couldn’t help but flinch at the tone in which it was said.

Ty had quickly withdrawn his hand from the vampire and his face was a mask. “I think we have a few matters to discuss before you do.”

Beside him, Kit could feel Ade tense, uneasiness crossing his face. He hoped he wasn’t going to have to tackle his friend- but if Ade was well on his way to becoming a subjugate- then he’d be protective over anyone who touched his sire.

Ade shifted in his seat, his sharp gaze darting between all three of the Shadow World citizens, But he didn’t move.

Kit let out his breath. “Hey- let’s keep things easy,” he said, trying to keep an even tone. He directed his attention across the table and pointed at himself. “I’m Kit and this is Ty. We just have a couple of questions.”

The woman’s dark eyes glittered in the dim cafe lighting and her red, full lips pulled up in a sneer. “Of course you do, that’s all you Nephilim ever do. Ask questions… take your tithe, before you decide to do whatever you want anyway.” She didn’t offer her name.

“We are sworn to protect mundanes from the Shadow World… especially ones that are brought in unwillingly,” Ty said, his voice deeper and harder than Kit was used to hearing. His Centurion voice. “There are several layers of encantos on Ade - we want to ensure our friend is not being taken advantage of.” There was subtle emphasis by Ty on the word friend.

“She hasn’t drunk my blood,” Ade said flatly- and Kit wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not that Ade knew his new friend was a vampire and that she would’ve probably preferred O+ to the coffee in front of her. Kit surreptitiously glanced at Ade’s neck and wrists- the most common areas for bites. He didn’t see any but he knew from Lily and Jace’s risque banter those weren’t the only place for bites.

Ty and Kit turned to the vampire for confirmation. Her eyes narrowed, and she sat back in her seat, gaze flicking to Ade and back to them. “Of course- that’s why it wasn’t working.” Her voice was warm and deep for a woman, the slight cockney twang melding with another fainter, melodic accent. Ade’s eyes were constantly drawn back to her, his mouth open slightly, and Kit was suddenly worried, despite the absence of bites.

“What wasn’t? The encanto ?” Kit asked, noticing that she wasn’t exactly denying her involvement with Ade. “Why were you bespelling him then?”

Ade spoke up again. “Relax, mate. Maryam and I work in the same department sometimes- and I know she’s a vampire because... I’ve walked in before at an inopportune time?” he directed the question at Maryam, and weirdly, they both looked away, almost in embarrassment.

“Several times,” the vampire - Maryam - muttered, and she pulled her coffee in front of her, almost as if warming her hands. She looked up. “The truth, Shadowhunters, is no, I have not drunk his blood, nor have I been seeking him out for that purpose,” she said steadily. “But he kept seeking me out during times that revealed my true nature. I had tried several encantos to keep him away. They kept failing.”

The uneasiness Ade’s face deepened, Kit thought, but he didn’t say anything further.

“But why?” Ty’s voice was puzzled. “He doesn’t have the Sight.”

“At a guess- it’s likely due to you two,” she said, gesturing at Kit and Ty. At the blank look on their faces, she let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “He’s your friend, correct? How long has he known your secret? How often have you dropped your glamours in front of him?”

Kit felt his stomach drop. “You mean- he’s developing the Sight. Because of us.”

“Barghast’s principle,” Ty said to himself, and he shook his head, looking thoughtful. “It’s a rare side effect- but it can happen to mundanes.”

“Whoa, whoa-” Ade put his hands in front, making a cutting sign. “Back up- everyone. What the hell is happening to me?”

“Nothing major-” Ty reassured him. “But as a side effect of having had brushes with the Shadow World you’re well- you’re gaining more and glimpses of it. Peering through the veil, as it were.”

“So…because I know you both as Shadowhunters- through my exposure, I’m like, gaining immunity to spells that should normally work on me?” Ade said, quickly putting it together. He frowned as Kit and Ty nodded.

“And further able to see certain parts of the Shadow World such as vampires,” Ty repeated, with a sideways glance at Maryam.

“If that answers your questions, Nephilim, then I believe we are done here,” Maryam pushed her chair back. Beside her, Ty was watching carefully but he didn’t try to interfere this time.

“Wait- what are your intentions for him in the future?” Kit demanded. Because Maryam hadn’t exactly promised not to drink Ade’s blood. And while subjugates - human servants - were no longer permitted- vampires were still able to have willing human’s blood. Kit remembered the vampire blood junkies at the L.A. Shadow Market. If Ade was as enamored with her as he looked, Kit wanted to understand what the vampire thought.

She drew up to her full five-foot-nothing height. “I have my own supply sorted,” she said shortly, her body language tense. “I have no need of your friend for that purpose,” she replied. She looked down her nose at them. “But if he’s developed the Sight, he could use someone to help ease that journey into the Shadow World…”

“And that’s you?” Kit asked sarcastically.

“If he wants. You know where to find me.” Her eyes locked onto Ade’s and Kit could see his friend squirm slightly and drop his gaze. “And from my experience, Nephilim are too busy demanding tithes and then leaving the rest of us to clean up your messes.” And with that final cut, she turned and left with a swift preternatural speed.

Beside him, Ade buried his face in his hands. “Mates, that was not on,” he complained.

Kit slumped onto the sofa while Ty bent to greet Irene at the door of the drawing room. “Not our finest hour of sleuthing,” he said, voicing his concerns.

Ty, finishing his ministrations, stood up, making a brief face. “No, not really,” he agreed. “But at least you know she’s not snacking on Ade. So it’s one less thing to worry about.”

The old grandfather clock bonged eight o’clock as he joined Kit on the sofa, pulling his legs across so that Kit was half in his lap, and tugging at Kit’s hair tie, undoing it so he could run his fingers through it. Kit tried his best not to melt from the gentle tugs through his curls. He also knew from previous incidents that it was a useful stim for Ty, particularly when he was trying to work through something.

“Also, there was something else strange during that conversation with the vampire.”

Kit reluctantly opened his eyes. “Other than the fact that she clearly hates Shadowhunters? She could be an old vampire who remembers not only the Cohort and Circle but times before the Accords. Not a surprise she’s not a fan of Nephilim. Us being friendly is a new phenomenon- and we weren’t exactly that tonight.”

“Based on her demeanor and strength of her encantos , I’d say probably only 50 years at oldest,” Ty said. He paused in his stroking, gently winding a long curl of Kit’s around his finger. ”No- it’s the fact she mentioned tithes. Twice. In relation to Nephilim.”

Kit’s mind had been so wrapped up in how he was going to help Ade with his newfound Sight - his friend had had to rush off to start his shift, so they hadn’t had time for a proper debrief - that he hadn’t delved that deeply into the conversation. But now that Ty had mentioned it, it was a strange phrasing. But one he had heard before, just not in relation to Shadowhunters.

“Yeah, tithes are very clearly linked to Faerie lore,” he answered, and Ty nodded confirmation. “I know Kieran and Ash accept some form of them during the most important harvest festivals. But they’re often trinkets or small favours, I thought. Nothing that would beggar or cause resentment among the Fae. But we could ask Ash on the weekend if there’s anything else to it.”

Ty’s eyebrows drew down, and he appeared to be thinking. “Maybe Maryam is older,” he mused. “I wonder if it was some form of payment that used to be demanded by the Institute. I remember reading about similar practices by some Institutes in the Scholomance’s library.”

Kit scoffed. “Like a kind of gangster protection racket?”

“Or a feudal payment?” Ty corrected him.

A buzzing in Kit’s pocket interrupted the conversation. He struggled to sit up to answer his phone, brushing his hair back behind his ears in a way he hoped looked respectable, given the name flashing up on his screen for a video call. .

He smiled at the face on the screen. “Hey Min-Min, you’re up late.”

Mina’s eye blinked and he smothered a smile as he watched while she corrected the orientation to show her sitting on her bed, Tessa beside her.

“It’s still summer, Kit,” she said patiently. “I’m allowed to stay up late, ‘specially if I’m reading a good book.”

Beside her, Tessa looked amused. “That’s not exactly what’s going on tonight,” she told Mina.

Mina shrugged exaggeratedly. “No. We’re wishing you a happy first day at the Institute or something,” she looked at her mum to confirm, which Tessa did.

“Thank you,” Kit replied. “It definitely was a day.”

“Uh oh,” there was a voice offscreen and Jem squeezed onto the bed. “That sounds like a story.”

Kit sighed internally. “I- it’s just. I’m now part of a leadership contest to become the head of the Institute.”

Both Jem and Tessa blinked. Then Mina, unconcerned about Kit’s news, peered closer. “Is Ty there?”

“I am,” Ty replied, and Kit shifted so that he was underneath Ty’s shoulder and Mina could see both of them. “Ty- I have an important question about kittens. Maggie’s doing this thing…” and Ty bent his head to listen patiently as Mina rambled on about her new pet kitten.

While she was doing that, Kit could see Jem and Tessa doing their silent communication between them that they thought he didn’t know about, but he definitely did.

After Ty had explained about the different toys Mina could use for Maggie, Jem interrupted.

“Mina- I think we should let Ty and Kit also get ready for bed- you can call again tomorrow.”

Following Mina and Tessa’s good-byes, Jem took the phone into the hallway, his face falling into shadow as he closed the door.

“You don’t sound very happy about the news, Kit,” he said neutrally.

“I’m not- well, it’s not exactly something I wanted but…” Kit trailed off. “But at the same time- we have suspicions not everything is going smoothly at the London Institute right now, and Ty thinks this might be a good way to get to the bottom of it.”

Jem was silent for a moment, and Kit wished he could see his face to read it. “I hope it’s nothing too serious,” he said, finally. “If it is- you know you can always send us a message and we’ll Portal there instantly.”

“I know that,” Kit reassured him. “But I don’t think this is a requires-former-silent-brother-and-warlock situation. Ty and I can handle it.” Beside him, he could feel Ty tighten his hold on Kit’s non-dominant hand.

“I’m sure you both can,” Jem said, and the strength of conviction behind the statement helped ease the tension in Kit’s shoulders. “Let us know how you get on,” he said gently. “And you know whatever happens at the London Institute, we’re proud of you.”

Kit nodded. He was grateful that Jem didn’t feel the need to add anything further on the topic. “I will. Oh wait- one more thing-” he realised he could check something. “Did the London Institute ever have something called ‘the tithe’?”

Jem had started walking down the stairs and he bounced in and out of the frame as he answered. “Hmm, it doesn’t immediately ring a bell- if there was, it wasn’t when I lived there, or when Tessa and Will led the Institute. But the Institute has extensive archives- perhaps check there,” he suggested.

Kit agreed, and he hung up. He and Ty sat in the darkening room.

“We should get some food, maybe order something,” Kit said. Ty shrugged. Kit leaned over and brushed a kiss on his cheek. “Look- we can’t solve a mystery or mysteries plural, without some proper food- like pizza.”

He saw out of the corner of his eye Ty about to argue semantics. “Endurance runes don’t count. And also, this has been the longest first day ever-”

“I can let you sleep in longer tomorrow,” Ty said, a small smirk crossing his face.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Kit asked. But he turned so he was properly straddling Ty, letting his hands come to rest close to buttons that he was itching to undo. He looked up through his eyelashes at Ty, knowing their effect.

Ty’s face changed. “Whatever you want it to be,” he said huskily, and his arms encircled Kit, one hand behind the nape of his neck, as he pulled him down into a kiss. Food could wait.

Notes: Things are tough irl at the moment, so there might be space between this and the next chapter. Not sure but just as a heads up.

For more context about certain aspects of this chapter - ie. the first wraith attack where Ty was attacked and the initial suspicion that Ade was being encanto-ed- check out Weather Change. It will also provide some more context for the next chapter too, so I do recommend reading it at some point.

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