#thomastair fanfiction

[vwritesaus]

It starts with an envelope.       In the grand scheme of things, there is nothing all that extraordinary about an envelope. Its sole purpose is to be a carrier of papers, documents, and other such things. What does make it extraordinary, however, is what those papers, documents, and other such things it carries entail.       Good news, bad news, good tidings, surprises of all kinds: an envelope can hold the secrets the same weight as the entire world, or a cheeky letter between friends, or pages and pages of fond words exchanged between lovers. It can hold season’s greetings, a sizeable sum in the form of a payslip, or priceless hope. No one really knows what to expect when handed an envelope, sealed with a kiss or an embossed wax seal, or held together by a piece of string.       The envelope Alastair holds in his hands is no exception.       The cream paper is unassuming and the handwriting on the front is one he’s familiar with. Yet despite its plain appearance, he knows there’s something special inside, and Thomas Lightwood is the one responsible.       Alastair and Thomas have been together for many years now. Courting for two, engaged for one, and married for over five, every day has been a beautiful dream, a long era of bliss after a childhood of walking on eggshells and a tumultuous adolescence. Sometimes Alastair pinches himself just to check it’s all real, that he really is waking up to the man who owns his heart, who has time and time again told him and shown him how deep in love with him he is, and that their matching rings aren’t a mere figment of his imagination.       They’ve created a cosy little home with each other here in 102 Cornwall Gardens, the place imprinted with evidence of their love and life together. Thomas’s pile of Spanish books on the side table in the drawing room. Alastair’s favourite blanket draped over the arm of a sea-blue sofa in the parlour. Thomas’s writing paraphernalia strewn over every single writing bureau. Alastair’s carefully organised sheet music by the piano, one he’s playing on a regular basis these days.       Two razors by the washstand. Two sets of clothes in the wardrobes. Two placements of crockery and cutlery put out for breakfast, lunch, supper and tea every day in the dining room—or the kitchen if it is just them in the house. Two toothbrushes in a cup, a shared bed, walls filled with laughter, secrets whispered by the fire, love poured by the pillowcases…       Once upon a time, Alastair would have scoffed at the description, but there’s no other word to describe them: they are soulmates, through and through. Yet even with all this, Thomas is still able to surprise him.       The case in point? This envelope.

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for my girlfriend screams @drunkonimagination! buon san valentino, amore mio ♡

first fic of 2025, and first fic i've finished + posted in a while... but that's all about to change!! keep an eye on this page, folks. i'm determined to make this year a year of some serious writing 😤

in the meantime, i hope you enjoy this little fic!

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tagging people who might be interested: @edwin-paynes-bowtie @purplebass @angeldaisies @faithfromanewperspective @tessherongraystairs @celias @marialightwood-chase @doorstopper @thepictureofsdr

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[laylax13s]

Chapters: 1/20 Fandom: The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Alastair Carstairs/Thomas Lightwood, Alastair Carstairs/Charles Fairchild, Cordelia Carstairs/James Herondale, Jesse Blackthorn/Lucie Herondale, Cordelia Carstairs/Matthew Fairchild, Ariadne Bridgestock/Anna Lightwood, Ariadne Bridgestock/Eugenia Lightwood, Ariadne Bridgestock & Alastair Carstairs & Eugenia Lightwood, Alastair Carstairs & Thomas Lightwood, Grace Blackthorn/Christopher Lightwood Characters: Alastair Carstairs, Thomas Lightwood, Charles Fairchild, Cordelia Carstairs, James Herondale, Matthew Fairchild, Lucie Herondale, Jesse Blackthorn, Grace Blackthorn, Christopher Lightwood, Eugenia Lightwood, Ariadne Bridgestock, Anna Lightwood, Sona Carstairs, Elias Carstairs, Jem Carstairs, Zachary Carstairs Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Crack, Crack, Inspired by Music, Inspired by Fanfiction, Song: Boys Don't Cry (The Cure), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Eventual Fluff, Drama & Romance, Drama, Character Death, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Boarding School Summary:

enemies to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers :)) dramaaaaa (and fluff ofc ofc) minimal smut (i had to) light angst read the tags!!

"Imagine eternity, doesn't seem that long They say nothing lasts forever We'll have to prove them wrong" @all-for-the-fanfiction @life-through-the-eyes-of @prayers0for0rain

[4urum-4rgentum]

Rubatosis - Words_of_Filius_Lunae - The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare [Archive of Our Own]

Sooo i did a thing.

[chrasilla]

angst prompts

"They won't wait for you forever. So you need to decide if all your resentment and pride is worth losing them for good."

"You're everything to me, but clearly I was just a short phase in your life."

"I just want you to be happy." "The only way you can make me happy is by staying far away from me."

"I miss you, but I miss me more."

"You from the beginning we had an expiry date."

"You shouldn't be with me. " "I know. Yet here I am."

"I must have loved you in another life." "But not in this one?"

"You could stay, for me." "That's not enough for me to stay."

"I always thought I'd be someone's first choice, but I'm not even in your top five, am I?"

"I love you, but I barely know you. I don't think you even know yourself."

[heronchild-haven]

Excerpt from my Grishaverse Heronchild AU (Thomas’ POV):

The sky hung grey and heavy over the hills and a chilling wind had set in at noon. The cornflowers and buttercups sprouting in the grass all around were the only sign of spring’s touch on Cambria.

Climbing up the slope, Thomas could make out the heretic even from a distance, robed entirely in black and unguarded, as any protection would’ve been superfluous. A short, slight girl in blue stood at his side. And a few paces behind them, surrounded by a retinue of soldiers and banner men, sat the white witch on a grey horse, rigid and upright, like a figure carved in ivory. Black flags displaying the jagged sigil of Edom fluttered all around her in the wind like a flock of ravens.

As he closed in, Thomas could feel their combined attention settling on him like a heavy weight.

Despite his height he felt like he was shrinking with every step towards the heretic. His gaze slid first to the girl, who he realised had to be Lucie Herondale. Even though she’d grown up since their time in Alicante, she looked younger than her age, appearing almost fragile in her thick, heavily embroidered coat and bejewelled headpiece, from which strands of hair had been ripped free by the wind. There was something haunted in her expression, and with a flash of pity Thomas thought—not for the first time—how terrible it must’ve been for her to spend all those years locked away and alone.

“Lightwood.” The heretic said as way of greeting, forcing Thomas to finally look at him. He’d expected to see something of the shy boy he’d known at the academy, but aside from the same wild hair and pale skin, James Herondale was almost unrecognisable. Even his eyes, which were still of the same strange colour, had a wildness in them now that lent them a predatory quality, and Thomas understood for the first time why so many found them unsettling. He lowered his gaze instinctively.

“I requested specifically to speak with Matthew Fairchild.” The heretic said coolly.

Thomas forced himself to meet his gaze again before replying: „It would be foolish to send our sun summoner into a potential trap.”

James Herondale cocked his head: „You are the more expendable one, then.” It wasn’t phrased as a question, and he was right. Thomas knew perfectly well the worth at which the clave currently held anyone carrying the Lightwood name, but he’d agreed to put himself at risk willingly, even though Carstairs’ hesitation to send his own son had been enough for him to know that the general suspected at least the possibility of an ambush. Better me than him.

„Either way,” the heretic continued without awaiting a reply to his remark. “There’s no need to pretend. I know that your sun summoner,” he enunciated the words slowly, almost mockingly: “is not anywhere near this camp.”

Thomas’ heart sank. They’d already lost the one advantage they’d hoped to employ. He did his best not to let anything show, trying to think of what Alastair might say in his place, even though he had no hopes of managing a convincingly derisive sneer.

“Do you really want to base your plans for battle on pure speculation?”

“As I said, there’s no need to pretend. The clave should know better than to try and trick me. Matthew Fairchild is not here.” He almost seemed to lament the fact. “He will meet his fate another day. As for you, you have until sundown to surrender and agree to our terms. No blood will flow if the Clave withdraws their troops peacefully from Cambria within two weeks time and hands over the lord and lady Lightwood to Edom.” Thomas’ mouth felt dry. He had not expected to be driven into a corner this rapidly. “Also,” the other man added: “that insolent son of lord Carstairs, Alastair, will have to be delivered tonight as a hostage and a sign of good will.”

The heretic mentioning Alastair set Thomas’ heart racing. If he held a grudge, if he had it out for Alastair, what in the world could Thomas do to protect him? He wasn’t supposed to accept any conditions of surrender, but what if Carstairs and Anna ended up changing their minds when faced with the might of Edom?

“The paladin is with them.” Thomas flinched violently. He’d almost entirely forgotten about the presence of the girl. She was mustering him with an amused, almost childlike sparkle in her eyes. How did she know?

James’ gaze slid to his sister, then back to Thomas, who began feeling unsettled under their joined attention. Avoiding their eyes, he glanced over at the witch, who observed the scene from her horse, her lips drawn into a thin line.

“So Carstairs brought both of his children,” the heretic said. “Very well, I was looking forward to getting even with the paladin anyway.”

It seemed pointless to even try and deny Cordelia’s presence, so Thomas kept quiet, still reeling from the heretic’s earlier demands.

“Aren’t you worried?” Lucie Herondale asked her brother, though the tone of her voice betrayed anticipation rather than concern. He looked at her and his expression softened ever so slightly, turning almost indulgent: “I have confidence in your abilities.”

He turned back to Thomas. “You all know what my sister and I are capable of. You are likely to loose this fight. Even with the great Elias Carstairs and his paladin daughter. Even with your incantatores,” he said, spitting out the Idrisian word like a curse.

Thomas’ blood was rushing in his own ears. He couldn’t think of anything to say, to try and bargain. He wasn’t Alastair. “I will convey your demands to the general.”

The heretic gave a slow nod: “If we don’t hear from you before sundown, you will be destroyed.”

It was a dismissal. Feeling dizzy, almost as if he was caught in a haze, Thomas took a few steps backward, putting some distance between himself and the siblings before he turned his back on them.

“Lightwood,” the heretic called again, forcing him to look over his shoulder one last time. “Deliver my regards to our sweet cousin.”

[vwritesaus]

okay first of all, thank you so much for the rec @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone + @tessherongraystairs 🥺💖 i'm so flattered ajsdhkajshd

second of all *rubs hands together* boy oh boy do i have some thomastair fic recs for you

the ones which have already been recommended so far i also agree with, but here are some more~

liebestraum by resident_tasmanian_devil

erase me, darling valentine (you'll always know where to find me when you change your mind) by alastaircarstairs

as if an artist's dreams by coronaofastar

home is where your heart is - but what a shame, cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same by toffeeandbooks

To Be Better Tomorrow Than You Were Yesterday by GinnyRose

in the dark and something borrowed by @all-this-panic-still-no-disco

i know they didn't wanna self-promote too much, but please read the fics by @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone - they're all so so lovely

the lighthouse by resident_tasmanian_devil (not a thomastair fic per se, more of an alastair character study, and my god, it's such a beautifully written fic)

there's literally so many oml, and that's not including the ones written here on tumblr (that's a deep dive i have to do myself at some point) but these are the ones from the top of my head!!

i've also got plenty of thomastair fics in the making (rip my wip list...) and i'll be posting them in the future hehe <3

Hii people who loves Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs as much as I do, I have a small request from you guys!

Please recommend me some of the best Thomas and Alastair fics you've got or you've written and would recommend. Could be smutty and fluffy or not at all. I really don't mind.

I can't get back into reading actual books (even though it's simply rereading Shadowhunters books) because my mind is filled with thoughts about them!

Thank you angels 💙

[starrieshq]

Home [Thomastair ft. Jordelia]

here is my long-procrastinated Thomastair fic! It's a bit short, but dw! I have plans to write more fics in the future! (I take requests 😁)

Tag: @edwinspaynes

Thomas woke up to the sound of groaning coming from the other side of the bed.

Alastair rolled closer to him, his head resting next to Thomas’s face, his dark hair tickling his nose.

Thomas chuckled. Seeing him like this, with his guard down and happier than he had ever been before, was always his favorite part of the day.

“Good morning.” He said, rolling over.

Alastair scoffed sleepily. “A morning is never good.”

Thomas wrapped his arms around him and nestled his face into his shoulder. “With you, it is.”

His face reddened. “Damn you, Lightwood.”

They laid like this for some time, Thomas’s arms around Alastair, both drifting in and out of sleep, basking in the comforting warmth of each other. Eventually, though, they both heard crying, and had to get up.

He smiled as he got out of bed and headed to the washroom. As he freshened up, he could hear Zachary Arash from his nursery, having just woken up from his slumber and extremely displeased. Sona was at a Clave meeting in Idris and had left him in Thomas and Alastair’s care.

Alastair was an excellent brother. Due to Elias’s parenting, he had taken it upon himself to ensure that Zachary would never have to experience such trauma. Already, he was learning to walk, and had even said his first word (mama). Sona was delighted, and thus surrendered him to their care. Besides, Cordelia and James would have their own child soon. It’s not like there was anyone else fit for the job.

Matthew was on his travel year, headed to Paris, then London, then Reykjavík. James would be a father soon, and it took everything in Thomas to not think about where Christopher could have been.

He headed to the kitchen, where Alastair was preparing breakfast.

“Hello, Zachary.” He cooed, while Alastair rolled his eyes.

They sat down at the table, Thomas buttering a roll, Alastair sipping coffee, and Zachary fussing quietly.

“I never understood how you can tolerate that.” Thomas motioned towards his cup of coffee. “It’s awful.”

Alastair disagreed. “It’s an acquired taste,” He said. “It’s fine.”

Thomas shook his head as Zachary fussed. Alastair placed him in his lap and began calming the toddler, attempting to soothe him.

“Shall we head to Cordelia’s place after this?” Asked Alastair. “She’s due at any moment, and it’d be great to talk to her and James before they have their daughter.”

Thomas smiled. “Zachary would be delighted to have a new friend.”

After breakfast, they commuted to Curzon Street by carriage, Zachary waving out the window and babbling the entire trip there. Alastair held him with a parentlike yet childish manner, and Thomas felt like his heart would explode every time he looked at him.

“Zachary,” He remarked, hoisting him up, “As much as the citizens love to see you greet them with morning joy, my arms are screaming in pain in a way that is neither loving nor joyous.”

Finally, they rolled to a stop at Curzon Street.

Before they could knock, a very pregnant Cordelia opened the door, her hand helping support her belly.

“Layla,” Alastair said. “You look awfully big.”

She gasped playfully. “Alastair, you know that you’re not supposed to say that to a woman.”

James appeared behind her, an arm wrapping around her waist and resting lightly on her stomach.

“Thomas and Alastair,” He said, “What excellent timing. My parents left not an hour ago.” James peered curiously at them. “What brings you here?”

“Just thought we’d drop by before all of your time is riddled with screaming and crying.” Thomas replied, motioning to Cordelia.

She smiled, then winced as her other hand flew to her belly. “She’s a fighter.”

Cordelia continued to smile, however Thomas noted the slight grimace peeking through. She was extremely pregnant, and as she ushered them into the house, he noticed that her feet were swollen.

“Cordelia,” He said. “Should you be walking?”

James sighed. “I told her that she should be in bed, but she won’t listen to me.”

“Nonsense.” Cordelia said. “I can handle myself. I’m perfectly capable-”

She let out a small gasp and squeezed her eyes shut.

Alastair coughed pointedly. “You were saying?”

James ushered her to the sitting room, where she plopped down in an armchair. James took a seat on the couch next to her, leaving Thomas and Alastair to squeeze onto a loveseat. Zachary, the little traitor, settled in next to his uncle James, causing Alastair to disappointedly sigh. Out of habit, Thomas put his arm around him as Cordelia sighed in relief.

“My feet are killing me.” She complained.

“She’s due any moment now, according to Risa.” James said.

Alastair relaxed in Thomas’s grasp and subconsciously leaned his head on his shoulder. “I can imagine.”

Thomas lightly hit him. Alastair scoffed as he settled in closer to him.

“Rude.”

After their visit, they decided to head back to their flat. Zachary was already asleep, and Thomas and Alastair decided to retire to bed early.

They laid awake in bed, Alastair’s head on Thomas’s chest, rising and falling with every breath. A strand of his dark hair tickled his chin, and Thomas batted it away.

After all these years in the dark, all those days of longing and loneliness, the days of yearning and despair, this was it.

This was home.

[bytheangell]

Time Together

(Read on AO3, written for @malecdiscordserver's By The Angel Bingo prompt, laying with their head on your lap)

There are some moments in your life that you wish you could simply exist in forever. Perfect seconds of pure contentment, where everything you ever wanted, everything you ever hoped for, seems to shift so subtly and fall into perfect place in your heart and soul.

For Alastair, this was one of those moments.

When Thomas came into the room to see what he was doing, Alastair had been reading. He marked his spot on the page and closed the book, starting to get up from the sofa when Thomas held a hand up for him to stop.

“No,” Thomas had said. “Please, stay.”

Thomas crossed the room and sat down beside Alastair, hesitating just a moment before sliding over so that he had room to lay down with his head in Alastair’s lap and his long legs hooked over the arm of the sofa.

“Is this alright?” Thomas asked.

“You cannot possibly be comfortable like that,” Alastair pointed out, glancing down at his boyfriend’s legs, his body far too long for the comparatively short piece of furniture.

“I’m always comfortable when I’m with you. What are you reading?” Thomas asked, glancing at the cover of the book.

The title was in Persian, so Thomas likely couldn’t read it. Or, at least, he couldn’t read all of it. Thomas was learning, something Alastair found both amusing and endearing in equal parts - the amusement usually coming into play when he tried to speak words he only read on his own before.

“Poetry,” Alastair stated. “Nizami Ganjavi.”

Alastair watched the brief moment of recognition flicker across Thomas’ face. He knew that Thomas would recognize the name, a frequent comfort read for Alastair… and of course, Thomas was too clever to not piece together that this meant Alaster was in a place of desiring comfort that morning.

Thomas considered this information, then closed his eyes. “Read to me?”

It seemed as if Thomas may be in the same position. It wasn’t like him to be so quietly contemplative, and for a moment Alastair considers asking if he came to talk with Alastair about something before he happened upon him reading.

Instead, Alastair adjusted his position so he could comfortably hold the book up above Thomas’ head, and began reading aloud where he left off on his own. Since Thomas’ eyes were closed from the start, Alastair wasn’t certain when Thomas fell asleep, only that at some point the cadence of his words were accompanied by gentle, rumbling snores.

Alastair smiled softly to himself, and continued reading aloud, fearing the abrupt stop in sound would be jarring enough to wake Thomas if he went back to reading silently.

As Alastair came to the end of his reading, he realized suddenly that he didn’t want to. He never wanted this moment to end, this quiet calm that settled not only over the room, but over himself and Thomas. Both at peace, both comfortable, both together. If this was every day of the rest of Alastair’s life, he didn’t think he would be upset about it, not in the slightest.

So Alastair found himself flipping back to the beginning, and continuing to read. His right hand absently stroked through Thomas’s hair while he slept, and other than Alastair’s gently spoken poetry the only other sound in the room was the soft ticks of the clock on the wall, marking the passing seconds.

They may not be able to live in this moment forever, but Alastair could do his best to hold on to it a little while longer.

[purplebass]

Happy Birthday @alastairstom !!!🎂💜

I wrote you a little something involving some of your favorite blorbos doing something together and I hope you like it 💜💜💜

“Be quiet, Matthew,” Alastair whispered. “Thomas is asleep.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “How am I supposed to be quiet when I have to stir the dough?”

“Use a quietude rune like I did,” he replied. “I can’t risk him waking up because I’m crushing nuts.”

“He won’t,” he said, and applied the soundless rune on his forearm. “He is a heavy sleeper. He told me as much.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. Thomas could sleep through thunderstorms. “How much time do we need to bake this?”

“Mother’s recipe says sixty minutes,” Matthew glanced at the clock. “Which means we need to put it in the oven in five minutes or you can’t give it to him for breakfast.”

“By the Angel,” Alastair cursed. “Why must nuts be so hard to crush?”

“Cut them into bigger pieces.”

“Thomas doesn’t like big pieces.”

“Why must you be a tough nut to crack, Carstairs?”

“Math –” he looked at the door, trying to hear any sound coming from upstairs. “Stir the dough. We are running out of time.”

“You crush the nuts.”

Alastair frowned at Matthew but didn’t say anything. They didn’t talk much while they waited for the pie to bake, in case Thomas could hear them. Matthew also dozed off on the chair by the table. Not that Alastair needed him anymore at this point, but he wouldn’t just ask him to leave yet. For some reason, he needed moral support until the pie was ready and he knew it was as he expected it to be.

“It looks good from the outside,” Matthew commented a little before seven in the morning. They had just taken the pie out of the oven. “I wonder how it tastes.”

“I am afraid I can’t offer you a slice,” Alastair quickly said. “Can I offer you something else, instead?”

“No, but thank you, Carstairs,” he grinned. “If you don’t need my help anymore, I think I should go. Wouldn’t want Tom to find me here and ruin the surprise.”

“Next time, then.”

Alastair followed him to the foyer where he took his coat from the rack and put it on. 

“I’m sure the pie is good,” Matthew said. “He will love it. He loves nuts. And he loved my mother’s pie every time he ate it.”

“Thank you for helping me on such a short notice,” Alastair said. “And at night. I was quite desperate.”

“Don’t mention it,” he replied. “That’s what friends do, right?”

“Right,” he managed a smile. 

“Good luck,” he said. “I’ll wish happy birthday to Thomas later. Goodbye, Alastair.”

“Goodbye, Matthew.”

Alastair sighed. It was time. He went to the kitchen to retrieve the pie and climbed the stairs one at a time. He didn’t want Thomas to hear him but he also didn’t want to slip accidentally and fall and throw the pie he had spent so much time preparing on the wooden floor.

The door was open, just like they liked to leave it. This was their house and they had their privacy. They wanted to live their love out in the open here. They wanted to be free.

Thomas stirred in bed and the first thing he saw was Alastair carrying the cake. 

“You didn’t,” he muttered, his voice sleepy. “You are nuts.”

“About you? I’m quite certain I am,” Alastair offered him a loving smile and sat next to him on the bed. “Happy birthday, hamsaram.”

“Is it…?” he wondered, and he nodded. “You are completely nuts. Put the pie on the nightstand so I can properly kiss you, khoshgelam.”

Alastair did as he was told and kissed his partner vehemently. “Asheghetam,” he said once they stopped, both out of breath. 

“Asheghetam,” echoed Thomas. 

And then they ate the cake.

[keirawantstocry]

Ohhhh you take those prompts in your pinned!? Alrighty then!! No pressure, but Thomastair + sharing clothing?

i love you. i literally dropped everything i was doing to do this as soon as i saw it

thank you <3

anyway. i haven't written thomastair in a while so im hoping this sounds okay. i had thomas's voice down a few months ago but again im out of practice so hopefully i did him justice :)

-sharing clothes

Thomas had never quite considered that happiness like this could exist. He had known for years that he was not like other boys his age. Yet he never saw boys like him, ones with eyes that couldn’t care less for women, happy. He began to believe in it more when he found out about Matthew. When Anna began acting as her most authentic self. But Thomas was not Matthew and certainly was not Anna. He knew he was softer. They were made of deepslate and adamas while Thomas was made of puddy and wool. He never thought he would be brave enough to love in a world that was so opposed to his love. Surely he could never find a man willing to risk it all for him. 

So he never expected this moment. He stood at home, under his parent’s roof, in front of his lover. His family was downstairs. They loved him. They loved the man that he loved. Life was difficult as a Shadowhunter’s life often was but he had found the most beautiful man and that most beautiful man was, inexplicably, his.  

“Thomas,” Alastair said in that soft fond voice only used when they were alone. “What are you thinking about?” 

It brought him back to the present. To the beautiful man in front of him, drowning in one of Thomas’ shirts which was entirely too big on him but only made him look ever lovelier. It was all he wore as well. If there were less people in this house and Thomas was a bit braver he would have made advancements already but he kept his cool. “You,” he said. “How lucky I am to have you.” 

Crimson bloomed on Alastair’s cheeks, drawing attention to his elegant cheekbones. By the Angel, he was gorgeous. Thomas could hold himself back no longer. He strode forward and embraced his lover with a strong kiss, hands on his lower back. 

Alastair made a noise of surprise but kissed back eagerly before drawing back. “Now what was that for?” 

“You look good in my clothes,” Thomas said, head dizzy as he turned his hungry gaze down his body. 

Alastair smacked him lightly. “Don’t start what you can’t finish. Your family is literally waiting for us to come down to have breakfast. Don’t make your parents regret having us spend the night together already.” 

Thomas conceded with a sigh. “Fine.” He pulled back to grab a pair of old pants of his for Alastair. “But as soon as they leave for the markets this afternoon.” He shot a meaningful stare at Alastair whose jaw fell open at the implication. 

“Fine by me,” he said once he finally got his breath back. “That sounds perfect.” 

Thomas gave him a smug smile. “Good. Let’s go then.”

[vwritesaus]

It is no secret to anyone who knows him that Alastair Carstairs is an exceptional cook. Armed with the knowledge passed down from his mother and Risa, he felt it was his duty to keep the Persian traditions alive in their family, and the only way he felt comfortable doing it was through cooking. It was his escape when the piano keys felt slimy and sticky under his fingertips, and when his thumb and index fingers slowly became more and more smudged with ink stains from the mundane newspapers. Cordelia was the taste tester every time, no matter how burnt or salty or under seasoned his food was. He could trust her to give him an honest critique—and she always did, without preamble.       ‘Dadash, did you empty the entire Dead Sea into this? My tongue is burning.’       ‘Oh, this is better than last time! Just needs more chilli, it’s a bit on the mild side.’       ‘Alastair, this is extremely chewy. It’s meant to be softer, no?’       Though he would roll his eyes and pretend to be offended by every one of his sister’s comments, Alastair was glad for it all. It was their little pocket of solidarity in an otherwise distant relationship. Alastair’s own doing, of course, but he felt it necessary at the time.       He was four years old when he first showed an interest, according to Sona. By eleven, Alastair was comfortable enough to cook a couple of simple dishes without any help. By fifteen, he was a self-proclaimed master. Yes, he made mistakes sometimes—as all good cooks do—but he knew his way around a kitchen, just as Cordelia knew her way around Cortana. Naturally it was something he kept to himself: if he had disclosed to any of the boys who bullied him at the Shadowhunter Academy that he, a male, loved and knew how to cook, and was taught how to by the women in his life, it would have given them yet another few reasons to belittle and assault him.       Being his father’s son and a boy with darker skin was already too many reasons. So Alastair kept his passion quiet, known only to his mother, his sister, and Risa. He’s sure Elias never knew, for if he had, Alastair is certain he would have put a stop to it somehow. All it took was one remark to have Alastair give up and push it down. His love for piano and singing, for instance.       But Alastair and Cordelia made it a regular occurrence to take over the kitchen and get under Risa’s feet, in her words. He cherishes those memories, where flour would coat the front of his waistcoat and parts of Cordelia’s hair, and the fragrant aroma of cinnamon, cardamom and clove would fill the entire room alongside their laughter. They were just some of the good things he held onto whilst at the Academy.       But the Academy days are no more, and Elias’s domineering presence has fizzled out through fire and ash. Alastair is free to do whatever he wants to do and be whoever he wants to be, and cooking is only a part of it.

continue reading on ao3

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well well, it has been a long time, hasn't it??

but here i am, back for good hopefully!! and with a wee fic i wrote for my bestest girl @drunkonimagination for her birthday back in july ✨ it's based on one of our first interactions together before we hit the dms and the hill i will die on that is alastair carstairs is great at cooking but a terrible baker. only just got around it posting it jkahdjasd. hope you all enjoy it, and i'll be back with some more fics soon!!

also pls ignore the title, it's the best thing i could come up with :')

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tagging people who might be interested: @edwinspaynes @purplebass @angeldaisies @faithfromanewperspective @tessherongraystairs @celias

let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!!

[wraithsapphic]

“He was kind to me.” Gabriel smiled. His eyes were bright. “I am glad.”

In the midst of mourning, Jesse Blackthorn finds his place in the family he has never been allowed to know, and Christopher Lightwood is given a funeral.

a little fic i wrote right after chain of thorns came out that i’m posting for the one-year anniversary because i wanted jesse to bond with his family and i wanted intermission: grief to be more than it was

[4urum-4rgentum]

What if Cordelia went to her brother at the end of 'Chain Of Iron' instead of Matthew?

Find out in the 4th part of 'Reckonings'.

Gift for @thevagabondexpress and @alastairstom also everybody say thank you to @quantummeep for beta-reading this.

It Feels Like Yesterday Was A Year Ago, But I Don't Wanna Let Anybody Know.

Taglist: @what-ho-christopher-put-in @faithfromanewperspective @tleeaves @fangirlghost-19 @caterpillarinacave @chaosandtwo

[zoyalannister]

My friend and I discussed the plans for TLF, and we decided it's time to share them.

Petals, that is a collection of one-shot missing moments and/or specials, will have 5 chapters in total. One we can't disclose because it will be a huge spoiler for our entire series, but I can annouce that the other will be some moments of Geranium from Cecily's POV. There won't be the exact same scenes from a different POV, but missing moments and/or the times when Grace listened to her talking but not the full conversation.

Daisy, Geranium and Chrysanthemum will be concluded as previously announced.

But we realized we needed to close storylines that go beyond that point, so there will be three stories that I like to call Epilogues:

Lavender, a one shot about Thomastair.

Acacia, a one shot about AriAnna.

Night-blooming Jasmine, a one shot or a mini-long about Gracetopher.

So, you will see us for a little longer :)

[alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer]

it's all fun and games until you realize that your thomastair obsession is just your sophideon obsession from 11 years ago back with a gay vengeance

Insane that some people think Sophideon/Thomastair fans only like Sophideon because they are Thomas's parents. No fam, we like Awkward Himbo Falls Head-Over-Heels for Headstrong, Traumatized Love Interest Who Secretly (or eventually Not-So-Secretly) Adores the Awkwardness

[simplyclary]

A Special Shoutout to An Author 😍

I would like to dedicate this post to @all-this-panic-still-no-disco for a few reasons and maybe a fic review...

First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Clary and I am a Shadowhunters stan and my current favorite ship/obsession is Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs. When I was on the hunt for some good fics to read, some beautiful angels on here recommended your fics namely: "In The Dark", "Something Borrowed" and "Don't Say You Love Me". (my review for all of these fics would be indicated in the latter part of this entry)

I gotta say that I have already finished all of them and oh my angel, I rated them all 5/5 stars. They were amazing fics, I love a good AU, a canon-compliant story and you served me just that. I swooned, I cried, I gasped, I laughed, you basically made me feel every emotion possible.

I wanna say that by my standards (which are not very high, to begin with), you can already publish like an actual book because the way you write these fics and the storylines are amazing and top-notch! I adore your writing so much! The chapter end notes are so cute and I thought that I would dedicate this entire post just for you.

Now, onto the fic reviews...

First fic I read was "Something Borrowed". I loved it and the emotions I felt was everything you could think of. I basically devoured the story, I finished it in less than an hour. The writing is amazing! The storyline is great! I would highly recommend!

Second fic I read was "In The Dark". This is, by far, the longest fic that I have ever read in my life and I finished it in a couple of days. This is one of my top 5 fave fics because it was just otherworldly! The dialogue, the teasing, the heartbreak, the angry times, the swooning, the writing, the story, the tension, was perfection! I still could not get over the chapter when Thomas tied Alastair to the bed while teasing him (I was pulling my hair out of laughter!)

Last fic I recently finished was "Don't Say You Love Me". This is another favorite of mine. I clearly love heartbreak (I'm kidding!) but you delivered it in an amazing way! I love the storyline of this and the dialogue everything! The dynamics between the characters was enjoyable.

Clearly, I had an amazing time reading your fics and I have been highlighting some of my fave quotes to revisit in the future because how can I not revisit such amazing dialogue and lines?

I would like to dedicate a little section just to rave about your writing and the dialogues.

Your writing is amazing! I would read an entire book written by you, I promise! I have only read your Thomas and Alastair centric fics but I might check out some of your other works too. I am in awe of how you come up with amazing stories like "In The Dark" which was an AU. Honestly, that storyline is still engraved in my mind to this very day and I finished it last week.

Another point is your dialogue. The banter, the love declarations, I adore them! You are matching the levels of authors like Jessa Hastings (Magnolia Parks series), Christina Lauren (Love and Other Words) and Mia Sheridan (Archer's Voice) when it comes to the declarations of love. Like I literally have a lot of annotations from your fics and some quotes because I want to revisit them every now and again just to feel something.

Lastly, I want to rave about the smut. I'm 23 and I'm new to smutty and spicy content but that didn't stop me from reading and loving every spicy scene in your fics. For me, you are almost in the same level as Sarah J. Maas (ACOTAR series) when it comes to smut because the words in the spicy scenes in your fics, I have only read them in the ACOTAR series.

I could rave about you and your writing all day long if I can. I just wanna say a big thank you for writing these amazing stories. I could reread all your fics with no problem.

Sending you a big hug and lots of love from my heart to yours.