#shadowhunters the fair folk

[margareturtle]

An ongoing list of nicknames for Ash (mainly by Kit Herondale and Drusilla Blackthorn with some help from others)

- Princeling (duh-Dru)

- Faerie Draco Malfoy (Kit)

- Drarry’s lovechild (Dru *who’s been on 2014 tumblr*:you look just like your father but with you other father’s eyes🥹)

- Ashley (Ash: my name is not short for Ashley; Kit: 🤨 pretty sure it is but I can be flexible, do you prefer Ashlyn? Ashford?)

- Sharpay (Ashley —> Ashley Tisdale —> whenever Ash makes a mean/rude comment. —> Sharpay (kit))

- Morgensternchen (little morning star—Catarina or some german shadowhunter friend)

- Fair-y-child (hehe-Kit + Matthew Fairchild’s ghost)

- Clover Eyes (Kit: Ashley is looking at Druseph with the biggest hearteyes rn, doesn’t he see how obvious he’s being? Ty: well faeries are partial to clovers Kit: oh even better Clover Eyes just like his eye color!)

-Chinchilla Boi (started by Thais, eventually becomes Ash’s snapchat user— chinchillaboi99)

- Great Uncle Ash (Kit)

- Biscuit Jr (Magnus)

- Legolas (Kit/Simon — if Ash ever uses a bow and arrow and/or grows his hair out)

[thebellekeys]

It’s autumn. It’s spooky time.

[cassandraclare]

Those of you who get my newsletter will already have seen this but here's a snippet from the Matthew novella A Sea Change (some spoilers) — and Matthew on one of the endpapers for the novella book! Doesn't he look grownup?

 

It was a beautiful night.    The promenade deck wended its way around the entirely of the Majestic like a necklace of polished wood and brass fittings. There were few out walking like Matthew, perhaps because it was cool and windy, but Shadowhunters were used to the cold. Besides, the wind blew the clouds away, exposing a sky so full of stars it looked as if a jeweler had hastily stuffed a drawer with handfuls of loose-cut diamonds.    A year ago, Matthew would not have been able to enjoy the path the moonlight made across the water, or the sky afire with white flame. He would have been thinking about his last drink, or where he would find his next one. A frantic circle of pain and shame and longing: one he’d had to trudge invisibly, keeping his secrets from his friends, his family.    Now the weight was off him. He felt light, and sometimes strangely at rest, like a windmill on a windless night. He no longer despised himself, but he did not know his purpose, either. If, he mused, one had to have a purpose at all. Was it not enough to be a Shadowhunter — one among many, but each sworn to protect humanity against demons? To keep peace among mundanes and Downworlders — warlocks, werewolves, the Fair Folk, and vampires?    A year ago, he wasn’t sure he would have so quickly identified Miss Gwendolyn as a vampire, either. But then Matthew spent more time with Downworlders than most Shadowhunters did. Some he was friendly with, but he did not trick himself into thinking that meant they were not dangerous. And a vampire hiding out among humans was cause for concern.    He’d noted the way Gwendolyn hadn’t eaten, and had drunk sparingly of the wine. The translucence of her fingernails. Her pallor, even under a layer of makeup. The veins at her temples — if those were visible, she was hungry. And there had been the odd behavior of Orville Cole. The way he’d stared at her worshipfully. Humans often fell under the spell of vampires, finding them impossible to resist. It was not the same as a thrall relationship, where the vampire fed from the human and in return promised them eternal life, but it was a use of vampire glamour forbidden by the Accords.    Though Gwendolyn had seemed, if anything, annoyed at Cole’s attentions. Perhaps she’d enchanted him without meaning to and wished nothing more than to be rid of him. It was hard to say; Matthew did not get the sense she’d been a vampire very long.    At that moment, lost in thought, Matthew collided with something solid.     “Pardonnez-moi — oh. It’s you.” The young man from dinner, Sylvain Allard, had evolved out of the shadows. He wore a dark summer suit which blended with the night.

[heronchildlove]

Art and snippet of Matthew's Kickstarter novella "A Sea Change" from Cassie's lattest newsletter!

It was a beautiful night.

   The promenade deck wended its way around the entirely of the Majestic like a necklace of polished wood and brass fittings. There were few out walking like Matthew, perhaps because it was cool and windy, but Shadowhunters were used to the cold. Besides, the wind blew the clouds away, exposing a sky so full of stars it looked as if a jeweler had hastily stuffed a drawer with handfuls of loose-cut diamonds.

   A year ago, Matthew would not have been able to enjoy the path the moonlight made across the water, or the sky afire with white flame. He would have been thinking about his last drink, or where he would find his next one. A frantic circle of pain and shame and longing: one he’d had to trudge invisibly, keeping his secrets from his friends, his family.

   Now the weight was off him. He felt light, and sometimes strangely at rest, like a windmill on a windless night. He no longer despised himself, but he did not know his purpose, either. If, he mused, one had to have a purpose at all. Was it not enough to be a Shadowhunter — one among many, but each sworn to protect humanity against demons? To keep peace among mundanes and Downworlders — warlocks, werewolves, the Fair Folk, and vampires?

   A year ago, he wasn’t sure he would have so quickly identified Miss Gwendolyn as a vampire, either. But then Matthew spent more time with Downworlders than most Shadowhunters did. Some he was friendly with, but he did not trick himself into thinking that meant they were not dangerous. And a vampire hiding out among humans was cause for concern.

   He’d noted the way Gwendolyn hadn’t eaten, and had drunk sparingly of the wine. The translucence of her fingernails. Her pallor, even under a layer of makeup. The veins at her temples — if those were visible, she was hungry. And there had been the odd behavior of Orville Cole. The way he’d stared at her worshipfully. Humans often fell under the spell of vampires, finding them impossible to resist. It was not the same as a thrall relationship, where the vampire fed from the human and in return promised them eternal life, but it was a use of vampire glamour forbidden by the Accords.

   Though Gwendolyn had seemed, if anything, annoyed at Cole’s attentions. Perhaps she’d enchanted him without meaning to and wished nothing more than to be rid of him. It was hard to say; Matthew did not get the sense she’d been a vampire very long.

   At that moment, lost in thought, Matthew collided with something solid. 

   “Pardonnez-moi — oh. It’s you.” The young man from dinner, Sylvain Allard, had evolved out of the shadows of the night. He wore a dark summer suit which blended with the night.

[kitty-gray]

This is one of my personal favorites tbh

"Julian often thought the Clave was a black shadow over his life. They had stolen his older brother and sister from him just as much as the Fair Folk had. Down through the centuries, the exact way Shadowhunters could and should behave had been strictly regimented. Tell a mundane about the Shadow World and be disciplined, even exiled. Fall in love with a mundane, or your parabatai, and have your Marks ripped off—an agonizing process not everyone survived.

Julian’s art, his father’s interest in the classics: all had been regarded with deep suspicion. Shadowhunters weren’t meant to have outside interests. Shadowhunters weren’t artists. They were warriors, born and bred, like Spartans. And individuality was not something they valued.

Ty’s thoughts, his beautiful, curious mind, were not like everyone else’s. Julian had heard stories—whispers, really—of other Shadowhunter children who thought or felt differently. Who had trouble focusing. Who claimed letters rearranged themselves on the page when they tried to read them. Who fell prey to dark sadnesses that seemed to have no reason, or fits of energy they couldn’t control.

Whispers were all there were, though, because the Clave hated to admit that Nephilim like that existed. They were disappeared into the “dregs” portion of the Academy, trained to stay out of the way of other Shadowhunters. Sent to far corners of the globe like shameful secrets to be hidden. There were no words to describe Shadowhunters whose minds were shaped differently, no real words to describe differences at all.

Because if there were words, Julian thought, there would have to be acknowledgment. And there were things the Clave refused to acknowledge."

[edwinspaynes]

A SEA CHANGE: Art + Snippet Together:

 It was a beautiful night.    The promenade deck wended its way around the entirely of the Majestic like a necklace of polished wood and brass fittings. There were few out walking like Matthew, perhaps because it was cool and windy, but Shadowhunters were used to the cold. Besides, the wind blew the clouds away, exposing a sky so full of stars it looked as if a jeweler had hastily stuffed a drawer with handfuls of loose-cut diamonds.    A year ago, Matthew would not have been able to enjoy the path the moonlight made across the water, or the sky afire with white flame. He would have been thinking about his last drink, or where he would find his next one. A frantic circle of pain and shame and longing: one he’d had to trudge invisibly, keeping his secrets from his friends, his family.    Now the weight was off him. He felt light, and sometimes strangely at rest, like a windmill on a windless night. He no longer despised himself, but he did not know his purpose, either. If, he mused, one had to have a purpose at all. Was it not enough to be a Shadowhunter — one among many, but each sworn to protect humanity against demons? To keep peace among mundanes and Downworlders — warlocks, werewolves, the Fair Folk, and vampires?    A year ago, he wasn’t sure he would have so quickly identified Miss Gwendolyn as a vampire, either. But then Matthew spent more time with Downworlders than most Shadowhunters did. Some he was friendly with, but he did not trick himself into thinking that meant they were not dangerous. And a vampire hiding out among humans was cause for concern.    He’d noted the way Gwendolyn hadn’t eaten, and had drunk sparingly of the wine. The translucence of her fingernails. Her pallor, even under a layer of makeup. The veins at her temples — if those were visible, she was hungry. And there had been the odd behavior of Orville Cole. The way he’d stared at her worshipfully. Humans often fell under the spell of vampires, finding them impossible to resist. It was not the same as a thrall relationship, where the vampire fed from the human and in return promised them eternal life, but it was a use of vampire glamour forbidden by the Accords.    Though Gwendolyn had seemed, if anything, annoyed at Cole’s attentions. Perhaps she’d enchanted him without meaning to and wished nothing more than to be rid of him. It was hard to say; Matthew did not get the sense she’d been a vampire very long.    At that moment, lost in thought, Matthew collided with something solid.     “Pardonnez-moi — oh. It’s you.” The young man from dinner, Sylvain Allard, had evolved out of the shadows of the night. He wore a dark summer suit which blended with the night.

[tevantarlos]

New Fics: 10/1/24 - 12/23/24

10/1/2024: Fandom: Sullivan's Crossing Pairing: Caggie Fic: Grief and What Comes After 10/3/2024: Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star Pairing: Tarlos Fic: A Change Will Do You Good

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star Pairing: Tarlos Fic: Hard Evidence 10/6/2024: Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: BuckTommy Fic: Days Like Today 10/20/2024: Fandom: Queer as Folk (US, 2000) Pairing: Britin Fic: If It Was Up to Me

Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: BuckTommy Fic: Someone to Count On

10/23/2024: Fandom: Shadowhunters Pairing: Malec Fic: No More Misery

10/26/2024: Fandom: Shadowhunters Pairing: Malec Fic: With Me

11/5/2024: Fandom: Eve Pairing: J.T./Shelly Fic: Something A Little More Serious 12/3/2024: Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: BuckTommy Fic: Nowhere Else I'd Rather Be

12/16/2024: Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: BuckTommy Fic: More Than Friends

12/17/2024. Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: BuckTommy Fic: Together Again Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: BuckTommy Fic: Consumed

Fandom: Wildfire Pairing: Krunior Fic: Simply Yours

12/18/2024: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Linstead Fic: Sweet Perfection

12/19/2024: Fandom: Chicago Med Pairing: Chexton Fic: It's Not Fair

Fandom: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Pairing: Rollisi Fic: Beautiful Disaster

12/20/2024: Fandom: The Rookie Pairing: Chenford Fic: The Best Gift Is You

12/21/2024: Fandom: Shadowhunters Pairing: Malec Fic: Under the Tree

12/22/2024: Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Linstead Fic: My Only Wish For Christmas

Fandom: Chicago Fire Pairing: Brettsey Fic: Your Heart Beats With Mine

12/23/2024: Fandom: The Rookie Pairing: Chenford Fic: Wrapped Up With A Bow

Fandom: Chicago PD Pairing: Upstead Fic: You're Safe Now

[tscclace]

A year ago, Matthew would not have been able to enjoy the path the moonlight made across the water, or the sky afire with white flame. He would have been thinking about his last drink, or where he would find his next one. A frantic circle of pain and shame and longing: one he'd had to trudge invisibly, keeping his secrets from his friends, his family.

Now the weight was off him. He felt light, and sometimes strangely at rest, like a windmill on a windless night. He no longer despised himself, but he did not know his purpose, either. If, he mused, one had to have a purpose at all. Was it not enough to be a Shadowhunter one among many, but each sworn to protect humanity against demons? To keep peace among mundanes and Downworlders warlocks, werewolves, the Fair Folk, and vampires?

A Sea Change

[jaimrennnn]

The person who offers the most potential as a character in TWP is

Jaime. Listen. Characters that have little no backstory, have not been explored much or retain an air of mystery but are set to be a significant character often have the most potential.

We don’t know that much about their personality, their secrets, their POV. We still aren’t familiar with the character and that’s what makes them very intriguing.

the way Jaime was introduced had to be one of the best character introduction in TSC series. When we first heard of Jaime. He’s depicted as a power hungry asshole who betrayed Cristina his soon to be parabatai but when we met him he seemed fine. He didn’t come off as a bad person. Very normal in fact. He also displayed strong loyalty to Cristina and his family when he was wounded and sick in prison along with his brother which is a complete contrast to what we first heard of him in Lady midnight.

His first flower card reads ‘changeable moods’ to which many people theorized as him changing sides often and there are some who interestingly interpreted it as bipolar personality disorder. There is a strong possibility that Jaime might be an Anti Hero character. Which could lead to a very compelling arc in the books. Something usually different than the norm in TSC series. Jaime could be one of the best morally grey character in the series if done right. Personality wise he has a charming personality, he does have a very mysterious and a ‘wild’ aura to him. I want to know the backstory to the tattoo he got. And I remember someone mentioning that Cassie said one of Jaime’s tattoos signifies his ability to control his temper which further raises alot of questions about him. The last thing we heard of him is him missing in Faerie when he was sent on an important mission. What was this mission? Was he kidnapped??? We needs answers!!!!!!

Through Jaime we could learn more about the Rosales. Their relationship with the fair folk. Their family heirlooms,the Mexico City institute, Their history and how they became one of the most important and rich Shadowhunter families. In Lady midnight Mark says Cristina comes from a very old shadow hunter family which makes her sort of a princess or royalty.

I’m really excited to learn more about Rosales family since we keep having characters mostly from Herondale, blackthorn, Carstairs and Lightwoods who are mainly white European families (I still love them all🫶🏻). It will be so amazing and iconic to have a Latino, Hispanic and POC family to have so much importance and exposure in a series.

Lots of fans dislike Jaime for very reasonable reasons for what he had done to Cristina and the possibility of him being in a relationship with Dru due to age gap differences. Jaime as a character is always brought up or mentioned in context of his relationship to Dru but very rarely individually as his own. I just hope Cassie doesn’t change her plans in order to side track Jaime to appease fans because that means giving up on a character with so much potential. I hope she keeps Jaime as a significant character in TWP as originally planned.

many fans just minimize TWP to their faves reunion, possible love triangles and relationships angst when TWP has so much to offer than teenage romance. It’s freaking based on Arthurian legend! Cassie has stated many times that the shadowhunter world won’t be the same after the events in TWP which certainly leads to high expectations for this series.

@cassandraclare

I would definitely ask about Jaime next time Cassie opens her Q&A.

P.S. sorry if this came off as incoherent and all over the place. English is not my first language and it’s sometimes hard to express my thoughts in long paragraphs.

[streettealee]

Alright, because of the post I just reblogged off of you: Grace Blackthorn. I love her, too. If you were given free rein to write her character's story post-canon, what would you do with her given the confines of her existing ending? I personally think I would remove her from London altogether and send her to another Institute for a fresh start.

Grace. All right. There is a lot I'd want to rewrite about her direction if I could control canon, but alas, I can't and it wasn't the question.

As for post-canon, I would indeed remove her from London too. It's makes the most sense considering all the memories in London, many distressing, and the reminders of what she did in the past and what was done to her for those actions. I truly think anyone who gets locked up in the Silent City for any amount of time emerges with a slight shift of mind. Plus, while I doubt many of the remaining TLH cast would realistically stay in London their whole lives, I do think Grace would benefit more from a distance between herself and, at least, James and Cordelia.

I'm not sure which Institute I would think best for her to go. There's a decent amount of scientific innovation that goes on in France, but somehow I feel it's not the place Grace would want to be. I don't know how many men Tatiana pimped her out to, nor can I recall whom they were and where they were from, but I just feel like even the entirety of France and it's diverse areas would not quite be her scene for healing.

Because that's what I'd write for Grace post-canon. Healing. I want to see how she does not quite wrestle with guilt - because how can you feel bad for doing what you needed to survive? - but does struggle with the ghost of Christopher. It would hurt anyone pretty bad if the one person who unwaveringly stood by your side and cared about you when they did not have much reason to, who encouraged you to find that last piece to complete their life's work, just died. And died by the hands of your adoptive family, no less. This is one my nit picks because I wish we had seen Grace defeat Tatiana rather than Cordelia - it would have felt more significant, in my eyes. She had more emotional stake in it.

Anyway, I would send Grace perhaps to another Institute located in the UK, actually, or Ireland. I do not think she would be comfortable going to Idris, simply because while she is more open to the Shadowhunter identity, she would still have a lot of complicated feelings there and it'd be a lot more difficult to sort out when also living in the country where your orphanage was. And I also would not send her to America (sorry, I know, there was a fanfic where this happened and I fully respect it, it's just not what I would have done (I also know more about other countries than I do about America, so I'm more comfortable dealing with them)). Ultimately, while I'm thinking this out, I'm settling on Ireland because I think it feels removed enough for Grace to feel like she can breathe and, if all the stories are true, it's the centre of a lot of supernatural activity, especially involving Fair Folk.

I point this out because I think Grace is the kind of person who has to keep busy to keep going. I feel like she spent too much idle time as Tatiana's ward and wouldn't want to be reminded of that. I'd write about how she works the day investigating local Fair Folk issues involving mundanes and others (I think she also shares Kit's close ties to Downworld, if not so comfortably to begin with but gradually more so) and training, then goes for patrols every couple of nights or so, before letting herself relax, exhausted, before some fireplace and allowing herself to feel what she feels so she can eventually move on. She might still work with scientific invention, because she does indeed seem curious, but I think it'd be some time before she really got into it again.

Basically, I want to write Grace in grief for all she has lost, and taking the time to go through that and heal each wound in her, before we look at things like whether she ever has romantic interest again, who she befriends, whether she reconnects with anyone from the London Enclave, and so on. I think she might reach out to Lucie first (I would argue she still writes letters to Jesse anyway) just because of their potential for a decent friendship and their previous partnership. And I am always looking for f/f ships, so a little part of me wants Grace/Lucie, but considering canon Lucie/Jesse and how important that is - I'll leave it alone. Close female friendships are also brilliant and we do need more of them even in TSC.

But anyway, I think I've rambled long enough. Hopefully that was a satisfactory answer to your question. I really enjoyed thinking through this and sharing.

[julescarstairs]

As of late, I've been referring to Ash as the Ashling, like the Darkling from Shadow and Bones, but the Ashling from TSC . Thought you would appreciate this

First of all, thank you for dropping in! I love hearing from you all 🥹💗

Second of all, I LOVE that nickname! Not only because it’s an interesting play on the Darkling from Shadow and Bone (though admittedly I haven’t actually read S&B so I don’t know much about it😅) but ALSO because it’s a play on the word Princeling, which I imagine the fair folk would call Ash quite regularly, being the prince of Faerie and all!

If Ash chooses to adopt his Shadowhunter Family name, Morgenstern, I also headcanon that the Seelie Queen would resort to regarding him as Son of the Dawn or Son of the Morning 🤭

[margareturtle]

Imagine Kieran is trying to mentor Kit (Ty and/or Mark find out and think it would help)

But Kit takes it so unseriously like:

Kieran: so something you should know about the courts is that although I have the final say as King, my court also has smaller courts/political alliances within it that are often in argument with each other so uniting the people takes a lot—

Kit: *tuning it out* SO I was thinking, I’m willing to start using “thy” and “fair one” as part of my vocabulary, but do I really have to stop swearing? That’ll be a hard one, like will the high fae revolt if I drop an f bomb accidentally?

Kieran: well probably not revolt, but they may be confused at your excessive use of sarcasm as my people can’t lie

Kit: I knew this was going to be impossible! I’m not allowed to be sarcastic?! There goes my personality I guess :( You’re worse than the shadowhunters and their anti-cookie agenda!!!

Kieran: see yeah that, definitely don’t compare us to shadowhunters and try to keep hyperbole to a minimum as well.

Kit: and I thought the shadowhunter training was hard. You’re really putting that into perspective.

Kieran: Ok, May we continue

Kit: yeah sure

Kieran: so as I was saying you have to convince the folk that you have a cause they can unite around, because otherwise—

Kit: Sorry, I have another question

Kieran: Yes?

Kit: Ok so is growing my hair out a requirement? Don’t get me wrong I think it looks cool on Legolas in the movies, I would be open to trying it but I don’t think my boyfriend would like it.

Kieran: *sigh* You can have it whatever length you want. Most fae just don’t cut theres, but mine isn’t super long because of Cristina

Kit: Ohh nice, tell Cristina she’s a great hairdresser

Kieran: I will. Ok SO—

[x-ceirios-x]

(Part 2) City of Lost Souls, Chapter 19: Love and Blood

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

“So,” Sebastian said, filling the doorway as he looked down at Clary. “Would it be deja vu if I asked you what you were doing in my room, little sister?”

Clary swallowed against her suddenly dry throat. The light in the hallway was bright behind Sebastian, turning him into a silhouette. She couldn't see the expression on his face. 

“Though, it’s not perfect,” he said. “We have company we didn’t have before.”

Slowly, Clary turned her head, seeing Jensen still standing against the closet doorway. He was pale, green eyes wide with fear. The boy looked like a ghost standing there, facing the man that had tortured him and killed his best friend. 

Sebastian walked into the room—sauntered, really, as if he knew something she didn’t. Something no one else knew. His calm, evil smile unnerved her. “So, what were you looking for in here when you happened to find this brat?”

The gold ring on her finger blazed, like a signal fire. She tried to hide her hand behind her back, but he was too quick, snatching her wrist. “Tricky, tricky,” he said, his grip on her tight and sturdy. “Did you think I wouldn’t recognize faerie work? Do you think the queen is such a fool that she would send you off to retrieve these for her without knowing you would keep them for yourself? She wanted you to bring these here, where I would find it.” He jerked the ring off her finger with a smirk.

“You’ve been in contact with the queen?” Clary demanded. “How?”

“With this ring,” Sebastian purred, and Clay remembered the Queen saying In her high sweet voice, Johnathan Morgenstern could be a powerful ally.The Fair Folk are an old people, we do not make hasty decisions but wait to see in what direction the wind blows first. “Do you really think she’d let you get your hands on something that would let you communicate with your little friends without her being able to listen in? Since I took it from you, I've spoken to her, she’s spoken to me—you were a fool to trust her, little sister. She likes to be on the winning side of things, the Seelie queen. And that side will be ours, Clary. Ours.” His voice was low and soft. “Forget them, your Shadowhunter friends. Your place is with us. With me. Your blood cries out for power, like mine does. Whatever your mother may have done to twist your conscience, you know who you are.”

“No!” Jensen called from the corner of the room. He stood up a little straighter, clutching his ribs on one side, and Clary could see the matted blood in his hair on the opposite one. “Clary, you can’t listen to him!”

Sebastian was on him in an instant, his hand tangled in the boy’s hair and pulling hard. Jensen fought back, scratching out at him with one arm, the other trying to pry Sebastian’s hand off of him. He kicked out at him, landing a solid kick in the center of Sebastian’s stomach, winding him. 

“Clary, go!” Jensen screamed through the pain of Sebastian’s nails digging into his head and the pulling of his hair. She was torn—she could try to save him and risk both their lives, or escape with a greater chance of saving her own. She looked around frantically, and her eyes landed on a lamp on the desk nearby. While he was distracted with Jensen, she grabbed it and ripped the cord from the wall. She took a moment to steady herself, exhaled, and threw it as hard as she could at Sebastian. It connected with the back of his head and he crumpled, not before shoving Jensen back inside the closet. Sebastian fell against the door, breathing heavily. She could hear Jensen pounding on the closet door but there was no way for her to get to him. 

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, she ran.

[takabinaryy]

Gaming & Kisses

This is my iidea that I had in my drafts since 2020...... ...I finally finished it :) Boyd x Erica x Stiles. Malec Lydia x Aiden Human stiles , Boyd and Erica are alive because I said so. Slight Shadowhunters crossover

Erica being the gamer girl or well gamer woman she was , she was sitting in her game room sitting in her Black and navy blue chair.( it was actually Boyd's)Sitting with her knees up to her chest with Stiles's Batman themed headphones over her ears. And black and mint green coffee Starbucks cup with iced caramel macchiato in it. Accompanied by a sailor moon bowl next to it with those panda bears with chocolate in them. Originally Erica was going to play the walking dead with Stiles , after both males were done with the errands.

However Thier little pup had slipped after a Karen had yelled and cursed at him for being to "talkative" with the cashier. So Boyd had taken Stiles back to thier shared apartment and explained everything to Erica. So that's why there's a blanket and pillow nest , a few feet away from the blonde, there on the Blankets is Stiles in the center being in his own little world. Boyd had kisses both of thier heads and telling them he will be back in an hour to finish, up the errands that were interrupted by that ridiculous lady in the previous store.

So instead of a gory blood game Erica had switched it to another game she liked " Among Us" , it doesn't have much nightmare stuff in it so if her pup were to look up at it he wouldn't be scared of it. There were a few of their friends online to play the game with her like Danny, Aidan, Cora , Magnus. And his close friend Clary or well also know as "Biscuit_Bunny" on YouTube and TikTok. Mostly known for her Witchy stuff , art , and dark folk lore content. Not to mention she's also Lydia's and Erica's favorite YouTuber/Tiktoker. Before the game starts she told her friends she would be right back , then muted her mic turning to Stiles.

"You okay over there Duckling?"

" Mmhms I okays mama"

" You wanna have a movie night tonight? "

" Stich?"

" Of course we can watch Lilo and Stitch, ducky. Here I'll text papa so he knows it's movie night. Why don't you sit in Mama's seat while I go prepare everything okay?"

" Okays , loves you"

" And I love you angel"

Erica gets up then steps forward to the little one and and ruffles his hair , earning her a soft giggle from the baby. Said baby gets off his nest of softness from the floor and sits in his papa's chair unaware that , his mama was technically streaming so the camera on the computer and on the ring light were on. Which means his favorite babysitter(Magnus) could see him to , out of curiosity he put his headphones on and instantly hear talking. Stiles didn't notice when moved his stuffed blue dino that it accidentally hit the mouse that was hovering over the immure button in the screen. He couldn't help but giggle when he heard Clary start speaking. Making everyone else aware of who was now in view.

" oh my goodness! Batwoman was hiding the precious bean from us! Hi pumpkin."

" you filling in for her sweetheart? Is that the dinosaur plush I got you? " HaleOfAAngel said who was also known as Cora. Stiles nodded his head and held up the cute plush so "Bluebarry" is under his chin and now in view.

" mhm named  em Bluwbarry"

" Awe so cute!"

" awww that's an adorable name muffin! You know I'll be watching you next friday , Alexander  is definitely excited to see you again" Mags.Of.Magic aka Magnus had said getting a playful groan from Aiden. The man switches his camera on in the bottom corner under Cora's before speaking , you can clearly see Lydia's dog judging him in the background.

"What? No fair you get to see the baby before I do! Lydia is gonna so darn jealous. "

"It's not my fault Aiden dear. Muffin's caregivers have to help with the repairings on Cora's house. You know with what that nasty hurricane did to it. "

Giggles were filling room as everyone talked about chatted about stuff , keeping it pg13 for the baby in the room. It didn't take long for Erica to come back upstairs to the gaming now seeing their white husky sitting on her hunches next to stiles, getting light head pats. She's happy to note that Stiles is indeed having fun with their friends even if their game was forgotten at this point. The blonde woman taps her knuckles on the side of the door now alerting Snow the husky. Which makes the canine getting up fully then going over to greet her "human" . Which also makes her pup turn his head to her with a smile on his face.

" mama yous back! You took all the evers!"

" and hello to you too ducking. Mama only took forever because I was helping papa put stuff away"

" papa backs!?"

" yep why don't you go give him a big hug "

Stiles says his goodbyes to their friends before taking off the headset and darts passed Erica and down the stairs to his papa. The action makes the blonde laugh even more so when Snow follows the boy to , shaking her head as she gets back to the chair and tells everyone that they can play another game another day, for now Erica is going to go spend Tim with her boys. Which everyone was fine with of course since they got to talk to a regressed Stiles for most of the time anyway. Erica turns off her live stream , and exits out of her game and turning off her computer before leaving the room with the pillows and blankets so they can use them on the couch for movie night.

[markedbyindecision]

♫ I don't want to leave here without you I don't want to lose part of me Will I recover that broken piece? Let go and unleash all the feelings, ooh Did we ever see it coming? Will we ever let it go? We are buried in broken dreams I don't want to know what it's like To live without you Don't want to know the other side Of a world without you ♫

Shadowhunters 2x14 “The Fair Folk”

[rosyrequiems]

somewhere in the haze

an introduction to my skz shadowhunter au that i've worked very hard on for the past year and it's finally done :")

ao3 link here !! ᥫ᭡

summary

As a shocking event sends ripples through the Shadow World, the Shadowhunters, vampires, werewolves, faeries, & warlocks of Seoul have to do whatever is possible to keep long-held rivalries from boiling over — but they may find those they love most across enemy lines.

pairings: hyunin, changlix, minsung, seungin

stats: ~70k, prologue + 12 chapters

things you can expect to find

sworn fighters for life (& all the angst that comes with it)

vampires & werewolves & faeries & everything in between

slow burn

political intrigue

skz as very attractive immortals (i'm serious i'm the writer and even i'm in love with them!!!)

cameos from non-skz idols to fill in an elaborate urban fantasy world

read excerpts below the cut ➰

the shadowhunters of the seoul institute

"Damn, already beating us to the punch, Chan?" Changbin asked with a smirk as he walked in, Jisung trailing behind. They started changing into gear as the pair were grabbing the last of their equipment.

"Wait," Felix said out of nowhere, his hands hovering over where he was placing his Sensor into his gear belt as he stared at Changbin's back before he could put on the top of his gear. Chan followed his eyes to the parabatai rune on Changbin's shoulder blade and smirked.

"What? Did you think you were the only super demon-slaying duo around?" Jisung smirked and tugged at the neckline of his gear shirt to reveal to Felix what Chan already knew about: the matching parabatai rune to Changbin's on his chest over his heart.

"You didn't tell me!" Felix turned to Chan, betrayal in his eyes. Chan laughed and shrugged as Felix's eyes narrowed playfully.

"What do you say, Lix?" Changbin asked as he turned around, tucking his throwing stars into his gear belt with a smirk.

Jisung had stepped closer too, so now they were parabatai facing parabatai. Jisung's nangseon, or branched spear, was tied to his back, looking particularly menacing with the adamas tips of the many blades, the white-translucent quality of the blades showing the special angel's blessing on the metal.

Felix looked up at Chan, the same fire in his eyes that Chan had seen so many times in patrol or training. It had been that same drive that burned so brightly in Felix that had made him certain he'd chosen the right parabatai.

"I say," Felix said, turning back to face Changbin and Jisung after knowing Chan was on the same page. That was another thing Chan loved about being bound to Felix; they had been inseparable enough to feel like they could read each other's minds before, but now they were so in tune with each other, it felt natural.

"Let the best parabatai win!"

overheard at the shadow market

"One day I'm going to ignore that pretty princely boyfriend of yours and make you pay for your disrespect, you know," Minho said, tone dripping in sweetness. A threat of that with his usual wicked grin would set anybody else running, but Jeongin didn't even look at him.

"I told you he's not a prince. The vampires don't have royalty."

"He has a throne, and trusted advisors like a court. Tell me: how is he not a prince?" Minho asked, lounging back on his hands with his legs out on the apothecary floor, the cats strewn around him with waving tails, staring intently as if they too were asking Jeongin the question.

The warlock leaned down, looking Minho in the eye and spoke, ignoring the question.

"Besides. He would kill you if you even laid a finger on me," Jeongin raised his eyebrows smugly then stood up again, righting himself as he magicked his log book to him to record the recent purchase.

Minho rolled his eyes, but didn't have another retort for the brat warlock. Minho liked to wave the fact that he was oh so much older and wiser than his friend, but Jeongin's lover was a different beast altogether. Warlocks and the Fair Folk weren't the only Downworlders that were immortal, after all.

Because as much as Minho hated to admit it, Hwang Hyunjin, leader of Seoul's vampire clan and one of the oldest vampires on the Asian continent, could probably take him in a fight, with fangs bared and hands ripping at his heart until he bled out at his feet. It wouldn't be the first time he'd taken a Faerie out easily before. He was almost revered for how much he was feared.

And the legend was that somehow Yang Jeongin, a warlock not even a century old, had that mythical beast wrapped around his little finger.

read at the link above ! ⛧