#tid fanfic

[vwritesaus]

SO. it's been a hot minute, i know, but i'm posting some wip snippets very shortly!!

to those who sent me those prompts from ages ago... these are for you ♡

[celias]

MASTERLIST

• THE SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES:

The Last Hours

Thomas Lightwood x Alastair Carstairs — “Never stop smiling.”

Christopher Lightwood — “Don’t you ever change.”

James Herondale x Cordelia Carstairs — “Are you cold?”

James Herondale x Cordelia Carstairs — “You smell nice.”

Lucie Herondale x Jesse Blackthorn — “The hidden Truth.”

James Herondale & Matthew Fairchild — “You’re a family.”

James Herondale & Matthew Fairchild — “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The Infernal Devices:

Will Herondale x Tessa Gray — “Hold my hand.” Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Gabriel Lightwood x Cecily Herondale — “Stay here tonight.”

Gabriel Lightwood x Cecily Herondale — “Can I join you?”

The Eldest Curses

Magnus Bane, Jace Herondale & Isabelle Lightwood — “You’re a family.”

The Mortal Instruments

Jace Herondale & Alec and Isabelle Lightwood — “You’re a family.”

The Wicked Powers

Kitty — “Don’t you ever change.”

• The Grisha Trilogy:

Genya Safin & Alina Starkov — “I don’t wanna be alone now.”

[imherongraystairstrash]

Heyy, can you please write something about Charlotte and henry’s marriage? I love them so much and I’m really curious about their dynamic, especially because they thought the other didn’t love them. I think theirs is the relationship we know the least about in TID, and this really pisses me off because it’s so peculiar!

And I really wanted you to know that I you’re literally amazing at writing fics, they’re so goooood🫶🫶

Thank you💫💫

Aww you're making me blush!! That's so sweet of you, thank you so much for sending in this request <3

As you know, I love Charlotte and Henry, so I was more than happy to write this fic! I really hope you enjoy it!

Charlotte stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t usually admit it, but she looked pretty. A lovely little bride, her aunt had said. She ran her fingertips under her soft veil, its golden hue matched her complexion perfectly. The cut was flattering; she didn’t have much of a figure, though the dress dissimulated it. Charlotte had never been handy with embroidery, but even she could admire the elaborate and exceedingly tidy stitches. 

The dress had been her mother’s. Her mother–Charlotte’s grandmother, that is—had done the stitches herself. Charlotte had never met her, but her mother told her that she had a gift for art. She made sculptures, paintings, anything that required creating. Charlotte had inherited absolutely nothing of those gifts, her father often saying she was born too rational. He had meant it as a compliment, though Charlotte didn’t take it as such. She stared at the stitches in admiration and longing before looking back at her reflection.

She sighed. She’d never looked prettier in her entire life. Maybe it would be enough for Henry to fall in love with her. Angel knew she needed someone to love her, now that her father was no longer there to do so. And, the plain truth was that she was hopelessly in love with him. If only he returned the sentiment, maybe she could find something worth waking up for. 

Only, Henry didn’t love her. And if she had let herself believe that he did, she was being incredibly foolish. 

Such lovely thoughts to be having on your wedding day, Charlotte thought to herself, exactly the thoughts a bride dreams to have before walking down the altar. 

Charlotte blamed her current pessimism on her father's passing, which had somehow transformed the world into something bleak and exhausting. Every night (that she didn’t have to patrol, of course) she fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow and wouldn’t wake until the next morning. She’d never slept so long in her entire life. And yet, she was still tired. She worked all day trying to understand the puzzle that is the institute.

Her father had left minimal instructions as to how exactly to run the institute, so Charlotte was left rummaging through the countless files, trying to piece together any sort of guidance as to what exactly she should be doing. And yet, no matter how hard she tried, she always came up short. 

On top of that, she had a wedding to worry about. A wedding she would have been more excited for, had she known her husband-to-be loved her. Alas, Henry seemed to be nothing more than fond of Charlotte, as if she were a sibling’s pet puppy. Really, poor Henry was only doing his duty as a son and paying off his father’s debt. 

Because of this, the wedding planning had been more of a burden than anything. Charlotte didn’t exactly enjoy planning such frivolous celebrations, nor did she want to celebrate the day Henry was being chained to her for life for something he didn’t even do. 

Dread filled Charlotte’s stomach at the thought of that. Dread and sympathy for poor Henry. She shook her head, not wanting to think about it anymore.

She also realized, while planning her wedding, that she had no friends. She had to ask her aunt Callida to be her suggess. Before, it hadn’t mattered that she didn’t have any companions because she had always planned on asking her father to be her suggess. Now, of course, her father wasn’t here for her to ask. 

Of course, Callida was incredibly sweet and had always looked after Charlotte, especially after her mother’s passing, so she could have thought of no one better to ask. 

Speaking of, Aunt Callida knocked on the door and told Charlotte it was time. Charlotte took one last glance at herself in the mirror. She seemed to have gone pale, so she quickly pinched her cheeks to give them more color before nodding and following her aunt out the door.

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Charlotte had walked down the aisle somewhat dazed, paying little attention to the guests. Her entire focus was on Henry, who was looking back at her, his expression a mix between nervousness and something else, indecipherable in Charlotte’s eyes. Nevertheless, when he smiled at her, a warm sensation filled her chest. She couldn’t help but smile back at him. 

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Charlotte looked up at Henry as the door closed behind them. The festivities were He was so much taller than she was, she had to crane her head up to see him. He looked a little bit uneasy, as if he were filled with dread. Charlotte’s heart sank.

“Henry,” she asked, “what’s the matter?”

Henry didn’t answer, he just sort of stared at her. 

“Henry?” She asked, confused.

“It’s just– we don’t have to…if you don’t want to,” he trailed off.

Charlotte was even more confused. “To what?”

Henry turned an adorable shade of red. “erm– you know…”

Charlotte just stared back at him.

Now Henry looked confused. “You do know, don’t you?”

Charlotte blinked. “Henry, I have not the slightest idea what you are talking about.”

“Erm…what I’m trying to say…that we don’t,” he looked exasperated and simply blurted out “intercourse.”

“Oh,” Charlotte said, embarrassed. “Henry, I don’t really…”, she trailed off, awkwardly. 

Henry’s eyes softened. “Do you know what it is?”

“Yes. Well, not really.” she said, furrowing her eyebrows. “I know what it’s for, but not exactly how it’s done.”

Henry smiled at her. “I can explain it to you, if you’d like.”

She smiled back at him. “I would like that very much.”

And so, they both sat down at the foot of the bed, their shoulders slightly touching, while Henry explained it to her. Charlotte looked up at him as he spoke, admiring him. He caught her eye and they both smiled shyly. 

Once he was done, she nodded and said, “Well, to answer your previous question, I’d like to try it. That is, if you want to as well.” She added, rather timidly. 

Henry smiled at her. “All right then.” He said, pressing a kiss to her temple and Angel help her, she fell even more in love with him. 

…

They both stared up at the ceiling from where they were laying in bed, panting. Charlotte had never felt such a feeling of ecstasy in her entire life. She could never have imagined it in her wildest dreams.

She turned her head to Henry, unable to contain her grin. He sensed her looking at him and turned his head towards her as well, matching her smile with one of his own. He lifted a hand and brushed a strand of her hair away from her eyes.

“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.” She blurted out.

Henry laughed. “I agree.”

And in that moment, Charlotte could have sworn he was looking at her with adoration. Either that or it was her imagination. Charlotte turned on her side, tucking her hands under her pillow and looked at him, a soft smile on her face. 

“I didn’t know your middle name was Jocelyn.” She said.

Henry turned on his side as well. “After my mother’s parabatai.”

“What happened to her?”

Henry shrugged, “She passed away when she and my mother were young. Mother never talks about her.”

“I’m sorry.” Charlotte said. 

“That’s all right. I never met her. I can’t exactly mourn her.” 

“Sometimes someone’s absence speaks louder than their presence.” Charlotte said, thinking about her father and how she missed him more now than when he was alive.

Henry looked at her sincerely, likely sensing she was sad, and reached for her hand, holding it tightly. Charlotte couldn’t stop the smile that creeped into her lips, feeling thankful that Henry was there, at least. Even if he didn’t love her half as much as she loved him, at least he was there, at least he cared. And having even a piece of Henry’s heart was enough for her.

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[faithfromanewperspective]

this is fun tysm for the tag!! I’m still working on my first fic. it’s around 20k words posted and another 40k or so on my laptop still editing, a 3 part series called you are my unfinished business and I started writing it while trying to puzzle out mental health things without modern resources (what could it look like?? these characters are a great case study) and it’s been super cathartic to write, I update sporadically! I’d say the main characters in it are James and Cordelia and Matthew like in tlh but I’m also writing their parents a fair bit, the tid main characters too in their 40s (and younger in my days past segments). I still haven’t figured out how to link things on this site but I’m @/herons_and_spoonbills on ao3 and it’s up!

my second ever fic that I’m just starting to work on is a spin-off from this and I’m still referring to it as my Christopher positive universe!! it has a little more mystery in it and is set over a very long period of time. investigating what would it look like if Lilith took Cordelia and getting her back went wrong (got someone else instead that’s all I’m going to say here iykyk but I’m doing more Mental Health Case Study Headcanoning Things because I always do with tsc) right through to the question if Christopher lives, what will the modern world look like, and could they prevent climate change (again this part is for me too I work in sustainability). It’s probably going to be even longer than yamub and many parts too!! This one isn’t posted yet but it’ll emerge probably soonish on my ao3 so look out!

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

This is amazing!

A Therapeutic Chain of Events (Thomas/Alastair, 16,763 words). Highkey one of my favourite things I have ever written. It's essentially my love letter to the ship, and I'm extremely proud of it.

The Name We Give Our Mistakes (Matthew character study, 35,442 words). Definitely my longest fic, and I had such a great time with it. Matthew is my everything and I am glad I got to do his story justice with this.

A Ribbon of Dream (Thomas/Alastair, 19,768 words). I had such a great time writing this one, and I especially loved writing Thomas and Alastair as they grew old together. It's one of my favourites by a long shot.

The Moon in Her Chariot of Pearl (Matthew & Will/Tessa, 7457 words). Had an enormously good time with this one, and the story of Will and Tessa's 30th anniversary is one I've wanted to tell for a while. Plus, I always have so much fun with Matthew Fairchild: An Expert in Romantics fics.

Dreamscapes on the Wall (Thomas/Alastair, 9073 words). Such a feel-good fic. I had a great time writing it, and reading it makes me feel all warm inside.

Tagging @themimsyborogove @luciehercndale @vwritesaus @thevagabondexpress and @faithfromanewperspective. <3

[tscclace]

Can anyone recommend me fanfics involving canon ships or time travel from any of the Shadowhunter Chronicles series?

[kvohru]

boxes of clementines | w. herondale

will herondale x fem reader, no mention of shadowhunter stuff, established relationship, husband!will, fluff!!!! so much fluff!!!!, cross posted on ao3 under @/kvohru

‘There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.’ — Alessia Di Cesare, The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines

Despite it being a December morning, it was surprisingly warm in your home— for a wintry London day's standards, that is. The sun was up, for one thing, its delicate rays filtering through the clouds and into your kitchen.

Perhaps it's the fact that you live in the countryside? you thought idly as you put away your groceries. Maybe that's why it was sunnier today? Well, regardless, your warm friend was still a welcome guest any day.

Seeing as how it was the weekend today, neither you nor Will had work, so you took it as a chance to get caught up on some housekeeping chores like groceries and such. Well, you had been out getting groceries while Will—who was set to return by the afternoon—was out doing… other things. (He was out replacing something or the other, you weren't quite focusing when he had told you about it the other day.)

And so you went on, adopting a tranquil rhythm, sorting boxes into cupboards and washing all the fresh produce you'd bought. Apples, strawberries and cucumbers were left to soak in the sink while the boxes of clementines were left on the kitchen counters.

You let out a contented sigh. It was a good morning.

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It was well past the afternoon when Will was walking up the stone walkway to the quaint countryside home. In fact, the sun was already starting to set by then, the pale blue sky quickly turning a warm orange instead.

He trudged up the steps to the front porch, adjusting the large bouquet in his hands; a brilliant arrangement of flowers that he didn't think twice about buying when he passed by that florist he often frequented for you.

He shifted the bags he was carrying along with said bouquet to his other arm, freeing up his right to dig into his coat pocket for the keys. “Cariad?” he called as he walked in, toeing his shoes off and placing them neatly beside the door.

It was a few seconds before your reply, which came in form of a Hm?, could be heard. He set all the bags down. A few more seconds where he could hear your feet padding across the wooden floors before you finally, finally, came into view.

“Will!” After all these years, you still had a way of seeming utterly excited when seeing him. I mean, he could practically see the almost cartoonish glimmer in your eyes from across the room.

“Hey, darling,” he greeted gently, his whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of you. It was as if simply being around you worked all the knots from his shoulders and eased all his muscles.

The smile wholly transformed your face at the sound of the term of endearment, the corners of your eyes crinkling adorably and your lips splitting instantly into a wide smile.

The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, the slanting rays giving a warm orange tinge to the earth, the sky and everything in between.

Your eyes finally left his face and travelled down to his body, where you finally spotted the bouquet balanced on his elbow. He had thought it'd be the first thing you'd notice when he walked in, seeing as how it was almost as big as his torso, but you hadn't.

You'd been too transfixed on his face, on him, to notice anything else.

Your face instantly softened, an almost infinitesimal shift in your expression that would've been impossible to notice if it were anyone else looking at you. But Will noticed. He always did.

It was like it was happening in slow motion, that change in your expression. From the previous childlike joy at seeing your husband to the look of pure, unadulterated love in your eyes.

“Oh, darling,” you breathed, almost to yourself, as you walked closer. You gingerly plucked the bouquet out of his arm, instantly pulling it up to your face to smell it. It really was a gorgeous arrangement; from the roses to the carnations to the peonies, and the tiny pieces of baby's breath sprinkled throughout.

And the part that made it all the more precious to you was that you knew Will had taken time out of his day to put it together. You knew it wasn't prearranged, and the image of your husband standing at the florist and meticulously putting together an assortment of flowers for you warmed your heart to an immeasurable degree.

“Will,” you breathed again, and… were you getting teary-eyed? You looked up at him, and yep, those were definitely tears lining your waterline. He couldn't help the corner of his mouth lifting at the sight. “They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”

You were gushing your praises and gratitude now, and it wouldn't be long before—

“Wait,” you mumbled, a look of realisation (which looked more like horror than anything) falling over your face. You whipped your head around, your ponytail smacking him in the chest from the force of the motion.

He barely contained his amused scoff. You were and would always be incredibly and adorably predictable. Not to mention incredibly easy to read, too.

“No occasion,” he said, interrupting your Oh No Did I Miss An Important Date?™ scanning-over-the-calendar routine. You let out an audible sigh of relief, your whole body slumping forward with the motion, and this time Will couldn't hold back the smug grin.

You set the bouquet down and looked at him, suspicious despite your relief. He could practically hear the question in your gaze (refer back to what I said about you being incredibly easy to read), and he was sure it went something like this: A bouquet this big for no reason?

He sighed dramatically and leaned closer, his voice taking on that classic teasing lilt of his, “What? Can't a man surprise his wife with flowers in peace?”

“But why?” you insisted quietly. Clearly, you were incredibly worried you'd somehow forgotten about an important date. Because what if you had and Will, being the ever so gracious (debatable) man that he was, didn't want to embarrass you by reminding you?

“Just because.”

“But it's so big.” Your worried gaze met his, and his grin split even wider.

“Not the only big thing I can—”

You smacked him lightly on the arm to shut him up. “Come on!” he complained, forever the melodramatic man that he was, “You practically walked into that one!”

You rolled your eyes, but the gesture held absolutely no heat, especially not when you were smiling despite yourself. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, and hoping he could sense the extent of your gratitude in that kiss.

“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly between kisses, the teasing leaving his voice entirely and being replaced by an insurmountable amount of love.

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A while later, after he had changed and joined you back in the kitchen, the two of you could be found sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a clementine.

[tidbit-fanfic]

A/N: Finally finished this based off of a dream I had once upon a time. As always I do not own any named characters in this, except for the “reader”. Set in season 11, although Reader and Dean’s relationship has been well established before that. 

TW: no HEA, cannon level violence, swearing/language, kinda OOC!Dean, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied smut (not explicit), blood (mentioned), spoilers for season 11, one use of y/n

I met the Winchesters after my college roommate passed away under unnatural circumstances. To make a long story short, a demon had decided that a college campus was the best place to set up shop, and nearly half of my dorm was harmed in the process. I did my best to help, despite having very little knowledge of such creatures, but I was willing to help. From that point on, I became a powerful ally to the brothers, and a formidable foe to the supernatural.

After Bobby’s death I stepped up full-time, becoming their go-to researcher for anything they were facing. Life was going fine, helping with research the best I could, working in the background against the Leviathan. 

Time blurred together, from helping the boys with the trials,fighting Metatron alongside Castiel, and along the way, something bloomed in between me and the eldest Winchester. What started as friendly teasing and taunting, morphed into actual flirting and soon enough, physical touch was involved. We were great, always backing the other when needed, even when the Mark of Cain became a third wheel in our relationship. Throughout it all, I stood beside him, forever and always. 

I waited for the boys at the hospital, standing on the steps as they helped Jenna out of the Impala. After helping them get her into a wheelchair, I checked them over, finding that there was no visible damage done to the brothers; the sheriff, however, was holding onto her side, her shirt covered in fresh blood. She tensed upon seeing me, her free hand inching toward her gun. I held my hands up in a defensive manner, intending to show no harm.“Normally, I’m the one grabbing the gun when approached.”

“Show us your neck.”

I furrow my brows, looking from her to the boys. Dean nods, and I reach down, pulling the collar of the turtle neck down. “Satisfied? Or do I need to conjure up a hickey or two?”

  Jenna relaxed, trying to look past me into the hospital. Dean grabbed my arm, dragging me just out of earshot of the other two. “I thought I told you not to worry about it.”

“Right, right, because that’s what you would do.”

“No, it’s just,” he ran his hand through his hair, huffing out air. “You know how I feel about you searching for trouble.” 

I snorted. “Honey, you’re all the trouble I need. But, I get it. My big, scary boyfriend is worried about me. Even though he knows how I can handle myself perfectly fine.” 

Dean opened his mouth, just as Sam interrupted. “What’s the state of the hospital? Where is everyone?”

“Dead. No pulse whatsoever.” Sam’s eyes took on a saddened glaze. I cocked my head towards the door, searching for an exit from the conversation. “Let’s get Sheriff Callie fixed-up then, shall we?”

All of us cautiously made our way into the hospital, wary of the chance of a rabid attacking at any point. The halls seemed way too quiet, the sounds of our beating hearts the only noise our ears intercepted. When we reached the exam room, Sam dismissed himself, searching for antibiotics for Jenna. Meanwhile, I stood to the side as Dean stitched the sheriff’s wound closed, watching the meticulous way he tended to her. Dean finished with his work, helping her down from the table, turning to me after. I crossed my arms, watching as he unrolled his sleeves. I looked to the sheriff, nodding to the room behind me. “There’s a comfortable chair in there, you should probably take a little break.”

“I’m fine.”

“You lost a lot of blood, I’m guessing?” I raised a brow as she looked away. “There’s some juice in the mini fridge and a couple granola bars in the lower drawer. Eat up, we don't need you passing out on us.”

She sighed, following my instructions and shuffled into the office. I shut the door behind her, regaining my composure before turning back to Dean. He busied himself with cleaning the area, avoiding eye contact with me.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“About what?”

“You know what.” I huffed, hoisting myself up onto the table next to him. “About you running away, and then suddenly there’s a code red in the area you distinctly were in? Oh, and how about the fact that you told your brother to take care of me? The girl you are in a relationship with?”

“Are we going to address you going against my specific orders to stay put?”

“God damnit, I was worried about you! You went to get yourself killed and didn’t even think to tell me goodbye in person!” I slammed my hand down onto the table, leaning into his face. “I swear sometimes I don’t recognize you anymore. Mark or not.”

He glared at me, irritated with the invasion of his personal space. “Maybe that’s because I’m not who I was.”

“Yeah, go figure.”

“No, you don’t get it. The Mark—”

“Fuck the Mark. You’re Dean Winchester. The Dean Winchester. Even Hell trembles in the mention of your name. A stupid ass curse is the last thing I would expect to break you down.”

His jaw ticks as he looks to the ceiling, probably sending off a prayer to Cas for some sort of strength, to deal with me. “I am not the person I was before.”

“No, you're not. And you know what? That’s fine. We’ve been through worse than a fucking personality change. Shit, I ran from a demon you with a goddamn hammer in your hand. I’m sure if that didn’t turn me off from you, then nothing can.” I pushed the bag to the side, sliding over so I was in front of him. I reached my hand out, cupping his face as I looked deep into those emerald green eyes. “I’m in this till the end, you hear me? Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.” He sighs, pushing his face into my palm, before pulling me into an embrace. I wrap my arms around him, breathing in the scent that is so distinctly Dean, when Sam enters with a man holding a child. I pull away, eying the new editions to the room. 

“Sorry for interrupting, but we have company. I found them hiding from one of the infected.” Sam rushes out, nodding to the father. 

Jenna opens the door, joining us again, looking much better with the nutrients in her system. A look of recognition crossing her features. “Mike? Where’s…”

“She’s gone.” The father, Mike, looked down to the child, an expression of grief taking over his features. I slide off the table, pushing Dean back, crossing to him. The sheriff joins us, murmuring her condolences to Mike, who rocks his baby slightly. I step back, allowing the friends space as I check in with the brothers. Sam nods towards the father, the black veins creeping from the man's neck. Dean clears his throat, returning our attention. “We need to kill him.” 

“No, we don’t.” Sam states, exasperated with his blood.

“What are our other options then, because I don’t see many.” 

“There has to be some other way,” I reason, “he has a newborn, we shouldn’t even consider that.”

Sam backs me. “That’s true. This infection seems to have a time frame, the rabid in the hall, just died after some time. Maybe we have to wait it out.”

“Wait it out so he can attack us like the rest of us? No Sam, I can't let that happen.” 

I turn back to our company, not wanting to continue with this argument.  

Noticing the child fussing, I walk over, directly to the father. “May I?”

He nods, handing me the baby and I look down at her, cooing and rocking her in an attempt to calm her. Mike watches closely, ensuring his child's safety, and an ache rises in my chest at the action. Sam joins us, ignoring the child held in my arms. “We have a plan.”

“You have a plan, my plan was to kill him.”

“Dean.” I shoot him a glare, reminding him he is in the presence of the very person he wants to kill. He throws his hands up as Mike chimes in. 

“No, he’s right, it’s only a matter of time before I attack you all. I’ll leave, distance myself from you and wait out the time period.”

“What? No. What is she going to do without you, her father?” I hold her tighter to my chest, the ache returning. 

“Jenna? Will you take care of her for me? I’ll go wait out the infection and…” He rubs the baby's head, turning to the sheriff. Jenna nods, and holds her arms out for the child. I transfer the child to her arms, going to tuck myself into Dean’s side, his arm looping around my waist. 

“What’s the plan?”

We were stopped at a gas station, Dean calling Sam while Jenna took Amara in to change her. I sat in the backseat, the door open as Dean stood nearby, Sam on speaker. “Everything is going fine here. Really.” 

“Are you sure, because we can come back in a heartbeat.”

“No, you guys make sure Jenna and the baby make it to her grandmother’s, don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.” 

Dean hands me the phone as he heads inside, leaving me with Sam. “You’re one hundred percent sure that you don’t need us?’

A sigh echoes from the other end. “Honestly, no. I caught it, the infection.”

“Sam.” My throat swells. “We’re coming back, right after—”

“No! Just, don’t tell Dean.”

“Fine. I’m not going to lie to him though. And Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“You better use that big brain of yours to find a cure, I’m not looking forward to Dean trying to sell his soul again.”

“Promise me you’ll stop him from doing anything stupid. No matter the outcome.” 

“You know I can’t promise that.”

“Promise.”

I sigh, closing my eyes as the worry begins to creep in. “I promise.”

“Good. Now get Jenna to her grandmother’s, and I’ll see you both later.”

“Right. Bye Sammy.” 

He hangs up just as Dean returns, leaning against Baby. “Did he say anything to you?” 

I shook my head, picking at my nails. “Nothing he didn’t tell you.”

He scrubs his hand in his hair, looking up to the sky. “I hate leaving him behind in a hotspot.”

“I know you do, but this was his idea, he wouldn’t have said anything if he wasn’t confident in his abilities.” 

“You’re right, but I still can’t not worry about him.”

I stood up in front of him, tucking my hands into the pockets of his jacket. “I didn’t want to leave him either, but we have to respect his decisions. Right?”

He lets out a sigh, his hands slipping into the back pockets of my jeans as our foreheads meet. “You’re right. I still hate it though.”

“That’s fair. For now, we need to get those two to somewhere safe, then we can speed back to him, okay?”

He lets out a sound of affirmation before pulling away from me, just as Jenna returns. We all climb back into Baby, heading off to the safe house. 

“Do you think they’ll be fine?” 

Dean’s eyes flicker over to me, returning to the road before answering. “I think so. Might be hard to explain a few years down the road, but that’s not our problem.” 

I nod, watching the fields pass the window as we make out way back to the hospital. Suddenly, Dean’s cell rings, flashing Jenna’s name across the caller ID. He answers it as usual, muttering some responses before whipping the Impala around. “Change of plans sweetheart, we’ve got some other things to attend to.”

We get out at Jenna’s grandmother’s, meeting her at the end of the driveway. “I’m sorry for calling, it’s just, this is crazy. Also, I apologize ahead of time, my grandmother’s a big religious person.”

We enter the house, coming face first with the king of hell dressed as a priest. “Crowley?”

“Hello dears. About time you joined us.”

“So what the hell is happening here, Father?”

“Well, the same thing you were called for apparently, I have some connections, so when an exorcism is called in, I get called in.” Crowley shrugs, as if this isn’t the biggest news.

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“I was called in about some sort of demon possession. But, whatever thing is in there, it isn’t mine…it’s darker, more powerful.”

“What do you think it is?”

“If I knew, I would have told you wouldn’t I?” He scoffs, watching as I turn back to the house, going to approach it, before a scream rips through the air. I whip my head to the two of them, eyes widening before we all rush inside, guns drawn. 

Inside, we find the grandmother lying in a pool of her own blood, Jenna nowhere to be found. I shoot a glare at Crowley, who stands to the side, thoroughly unimpressed. The two go upstairs,checking the rest of the house while leaving me with the corpse. “Sorry grandma, but we have to figure this out.”

I check the first floor, finding a sheet, which I lay over her body, out of pure respect. A smash sounds from the second floor, and soon enough Dean comes rushing down the stairs. “They're gone.” 

A few weeks later, I stand at the end of a table, looking in disbelief at the brothers. “Cas is Lucifer, Sam died again, but not really, so you overdosed in hopes of saving him?” 

Sam flinches, avoiding looking at me, while Dean shrugs. “I did what I needed to.”

“By killing yourself?! What if it didn’t work?! What if you actually died? Did you forget you have a vengeful reaper dying to sink her teeth into you?!” 

Dean shrugs, continuing to sip at his beer. 

“And he shrugs. What the fuck has gotten into you? Ever since the church case you've been acting like a total ass.”

Sam looks at his brother, then to me, before excusing himself from the room. I sit in the spot he left, directly across from Dean. “What’s wrong? You’ve been distant since this whole Amara thing began. Is it something with her? Cas?”

He scoffs, peeling at the label on the bottle in front of him, avoiding eye contact. I grab the bottle, reaching for his hand. He pulls it away, glaring at me. “Maybe it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Maybe it’s you. Maybe you're the issue.”

“Me? How the hell am I the issue? I haven't seen you since dropping off Amara and Jenna. You’re acting like a total ass to me, and yet I’m the problem?”

He stands up, his palms pressing flat to the table, turning to leave for his room.

“Fine, how do I fix this?”

“You don’t.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t fix it.”

“Whatever it is we can fix—”

“We cannot fix anything. There’s nothing to fix between us, not anymore.” He pushes off the table, running a hand through his hair.

My voice begins to tremble, a lump forming in my throat. “What? What do you mean there’s nothing? We’re—”

“There is no we anymore!” He whirls around towards me, a look of pure annoyance painted over his features.

“I’m sorry, but it sounds like you’re trying to break up with me? Which can’t be true.” I stand up, the chair screeching against the floor in my urgency. “Unless it is.”

“It is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I kissed her. And I liked it. She’s been on my mind anytime I’m with you. Shit, I had to force Sam to promise he wouldn’t tell you. But us? This is done.”

“Wait, who are we talking about? There’s another girl?!” I shouted, tears forming in my eyes.

“Amara.”

“The baby?! The fucking one-month old?! You’re leaving me for her?!”

“Yes!”

“This is why you've been distant. God I’m so stupid. Forever and always my ass.” I wrap my arms around myself. “You know what, fuck this.”

Dean stood there, his back turned to me. I reached up, snapping the chain that once laid delicately around my neck. The silver pendant dangled gently from the ruined piece. I threw it on the table. “Fuck you. And fuck your girl toy. Don’t you dare come asking for my forgiveness when she destroys everything you love. If you are even capable of that.” 

I pivoted, heading to my room, locking the door behind me, not bothering to glance at him again. I rip the photos of us off the wall, tossing them in the trash bin. I hesitate with the first one, the one Sam took of us leaning into one another, passed out in the front seat of Baby. The day we first said the words. A single tear landed on it as I pulled my lighter out of my pocket, lighting the corner on fire before dropping it into the bin with the rest.

I hauled my bag over my shoulder, walking into the garage where my 1977 Chevy Camaro sat, unused since I began running with the brothers. Specifically since Dean. I threw my bag in the backseat, starting the engine and leaving behind what once was my home. Where my heart could no longer stay.  

Sam’s call lit up the darkened hotel room for the fifth time tonight. Not to mention Cas’s numerous calls and voicemails sitting in the inbox waiting to be opened. Yet not a single one from him. I turned my phone over, standing on shaky legs as I made my way to the en suite. I flicked on the fluorescent light, coming face to face with a ghastly image. My eyes were rimmed in red, the deep purple bags making the red so much brighter. Tear stains lined my cheeks, my hair thrown up in a knot, curled in on itself in a mirror image of my stomach. And the irises that one shone bright with life, were fogged over, dull. Dean’s ring sat on the ledge of the sink, mocking me. The ring he gave me that first hunt they went on without me. The promise echoing in my ears. 

“Wear this. It’s my guarantee to return to you, always.”

“For forever.”

“For forever and always.” His lips brushed my forehead, settling the ring on my forefinger, it wouldn't fit on the rest. “Forever and always, princess.”

He returned from that hunt with a nasty cut on his cheek, and a funny limp in his right leg, but he returned. And he always did from that point on, forever. 

“Fuck forever and always.”

I wake up with hair in my mouth, a raging headache thriving between my ears. I groan, moving to sit up, but held back by a heavily muscled arm around my waist. I look over my shoulder, coming face to face with a dark haired man. His deep breaths indicate he’s still sleeping, and the sticky feeling between my thighs reveals exactly what happened after the alcohol hit my system. My phone buzzes on the nightstand beside me, an unknown number calling me. I pick it up, grumbling choice words as I answer.“Who the hell is this?”

“Hello darling. Didya have a nice night?”

“Crowley,” I throw the stranger’s arm off me, getting out of bed and search for my clothes. “to what do I owe the honor?”

“Your man and his sibling have called me in, we have a lead on how to get rid of Amara.” 

“No.”

“I know you and him had a fallout, darling, we can’t do this on our own. So I suggest you get your freshly screwed buttocks to the bunker, asap.” The dead tone rang through my ear, and then through the air as my phone crashed into the wall. I yanked on my converse, mumbling towards my companion. 

“Goddamn Winchesters and their goddamn saving the earth. Look, I have to leave, just return the key to the desk when you leave, and thanks for last night…” I shrugged on my jacket, grabbing my keys and reaching for the door knob. The mystery man goes to speak, having been woken up by our conversation, but I ignore him, closing the door behind me. 

Crowley meets me the second I pull up to the building, a knowing smile displayed on his face. “So, where’s the lucky man now?”

I flip him off, walking inside. I’m greeted by Sam pulling me into a hug, a muddled kiss place in my hair. He pulled away, checking me for any signs of distress. “Are you okay?” 

I nod, glancing around the room, finding Cas, well, Lucifer, Rowena, an individual I didn’t recognize, plus Metatron. I scan the room, looking for the person I least want to see. The door opened behind me, and in walks Dean Winchester, looking like hell warmed over. My breath caught and I swayed into Sam, going lightheaded. He wrapped his arm around me protectively as Dean approached us. “Y/n. Look I’m—”

“Don’t.” Sam growls towards his brother. “They’re here to help us, not for an apology from you.”

“I’m just trying—”

“No, Dean. You don’t get to try anything. They will decide when you get to talk to them. Got it?” 

The unknown individual cleared his throat, directing our attention to the plan. I felt Dean’s eyes burning into my side, and then they snapped to Sam, when the announcement of who Mark would go to. I turned to look up at him, fear clinging to my ribs.“Sam? You can’t.”

“We didn’t talk about this. You can’t, it’s mine to bear.”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you would freak out like this.”

I grabbed Sam’s bicep, dragging his attention to me. “Do you know what you are agreeing to?” 

He nods, dragging me closer to him. “I have to do it, you know I do.”

I let him go, looking at Dean, our eyes locking. I can see the pain he’s trying to hide, the anger, the worry, all for his brother. I return my gaze to the big man, resisting the urge to comfort him. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road, shall we.” 

The door opens, a beaten woman dragging herself in. Her dark eyes flicker around the room, landing on me, front and center. My breath catches in my throat, her beauty striking me. I swallow visibly, my eyes dragging down her body, before returning to hers. She straightens up, a smirk crossing her face. “Who are you?”

“I’m, I’m no one important.” 

Lucifer impales her from behind, as Chuck steps around me, looking down at his sister. They exchange words, before Amara stands up, throwing the rest of us every which way. My head slams against concrete, the world dissolving behind my eyelids. 

When my eyelids flutter open, I’m in a smokey void, with only Amara in front of me. I step forward, reaching for my knife hidden away in my jacket, only to find it missing. She lets out a laugh. “So you were the one who once owned the heart of my Winchester?”

“Your Winchester?” I let out a laugh. 

She tilts her head, smiling at me. “Right, you both are dating, aren’t you? I might just have to steal him from you. Oh wait, I already have.” She leans in closer, running her nose up my neck, stopping when her breath tickles my ear. “Or I could make you watch as I bind our souls together for eternity. What was the phrase you used? Forever and always.”

“You—”

“Careful what you say to me. I could end your life with the snap of my fingers.” Her smile drops, her hand wrapping around my neck. I grit my teeth together, hissing out my next words. “Do it then, you bitch.”

My body gets thrown backwards, hitting an invisible wall. She tsks at me, her face holding no emotion. “No, no. I’d rather keep you alive. Force you to watch Dean leave you over and over again until the universe ends. Keep you in a little glass cage, as a pet.” 

“You’re sick.” Amara throws her head back, letting out a laugh. 

“Perhaps I am, but are you much better?” 

I glare at her, silently cussing out Chuck for letting this happen. She takes my head into her hands, her eyes locked on my lips. “Nothing? I thought so.” She twists my head violently to the side, and the void disappears. 

My eyes snap open, lungs panting for air as green floods my vision. I sit up, pushing Dean back from me, as Cas stands up. Sam is crouching next to Chuck, helping him sit up, his complexion pale. Cas speaks up, his monotonous voice returned. “You were out for a while. I couldn’t find your soul.”

“Thank you Cas. It’s great to have you back.”

Dean opens his mouth, going to say something when Rowena bursts through the doors.

“You all need to come see this. We have a wee bit of a problem.”

A month had passed since then, and I was thrown into saving the world yet again. Collecting souls to build a spirit bomb, Dean gave up on attempting to talk to me, his brother my guard dog. Saying goodbye to the only man I’ve loved, just for him to remain alive, returning with his mother. Saving Sam from the crazy Brits, and so much more. I moved back into the bunker, much to Mary’s insistence: “The boys need you, as much as they don’t want to admit it.” 

I hid in my room, only coming out for the necessities, to share research I found, basically avoiding Dean. Unfortunately, he eventually caught up during one of my necessity runs. I felt confined as he barred my escape route. 

“We need to talk.”

“We are, aren't we?” I shook his hand off my arm, eyes darting to the exit he left unguarded. 

“No, we aren’t, and it’s killing me.” 

I snorted, “Well, apparently I’m the problem, so distancing myself seems to be the only way to remedy that.”

Dean flinched back, tucking his hands into his pocket as he looked to the floor. “About that, I—”

“No.”

“No?” “No, you don't get to apologize. I’m done Dean. Something in me shattered that day, the day I realized I’m not what you wanted. That I was just convenient for you. And now that there's not another woman pining after you, you want me back. It doesn’t work like that. My answer is no, you do not get a second chance, divine interference or not.” I turned on my heel, rushing back to my room, leaving him

standing there with tears in his eyes matching mine. But, if there's one thing I know about Dean Winchester, it’s that he’ll get over it. 

[the-cosmic-blogger]

Now that Gravity Falls is trending again, time to plug my old but gold collab GF x SU fic again! :3

It all started on Google Plus, May 2016, as a roleplay between me and an old friend, and after years of posting it on AO3, it's finally been "finished" May 22nd, 2024. Meet A Triangle in the Stars once again!

Enjoy!! :3

[cosmic-d1ce]

Another one :3

[paraheronstairs]

my ao3, fanfiction.net and wattpad history are coming with me into the grave, respectfully

[thevagabondexpress]

progress marches on: the epilogue

this episode: the world's awfulest man content warning: this episode is a showcasing of how lacking patient confidentiality procedures were in the 1800s.

Hugo swallowed. He did not accept the tea. He looked back, nervous, at the metal man hulking in the doorway.

"He won't hurt you," the grandmother said. "Bobby isn't a war machine, he's harmless. Just here to hold the doors and fetch the tea."

"Cheaper than a human staff, wouldn't you say?" her younger companion crowed. Her eyes twinkled with some kind of sickening mirth.

@tleeaves @chaosandtwo @quantummeep @oursoulstheyplay @faithfromanewperspective @caterpillarinacave

[caterpillarinacave]

[sprolden]

honestly another thing that makes tsc so fun is that there's so many implicit little worldbuilding rules going on that you're aware of as a reader but the moment a character states them out loud you go "Haha, What?" like jocelyn casually mentioning that shadowhunters love extremely intensely and that virtually all of them fall in love only once. girl I thought everyone just suffered from YA Protagonist Always Meets Their Soulmate At 16 Disease what do you MEAN that this is an actual Thing. and that thats the reason why your current husband spent 20 years pining over you because he was physically incapable of falling out of love. and that it took you 15 years to even think of the possibility of loving him back because your first husband turned out to be a genocidal maniac and you were like well thats it for me then no more romance too bad I wasted it on him! what do you MEAN

[imherongraystairstrash]

The beginning

Found this little Gabrily fic in my drafts and I thought it would be nice to share it, I hope you enjoy! -Annie

Gabriel rolled his neck and sighed as he walked back home after a long night of patrolling. Being a young shadowhunter, the clave usually assigned Gabriel ungodly patrol hours almost every night, because his body could supposedly handle it better than older shadowhunters. These hours were taking their toll on his body however, and he often woke with headaches and muscle strain. 

Tonight, Gabriel was patrolling London streets without the usual company of his brother-in-law Will nor Tessa as they were away on Institute business at Idris. Cecily and Gabriel are temporary heads in their absence, as they have been in the past. 

The institute was silent as he stepped in, though the entrance usually was. He walked up the long staircase, his steps heavy as he held on to the veranda. He had taken a nasty fall which was now making his bad ankle act up. As he reached the landing he could hear soft humming coming from his room. As he approached, he saw Cecily, sitting by the fire, knitting was seemed to be a  small jumper. She was singing a Welsh song and had a soft smile on her lips. 

Cecily had recently reached what Charlotte and Sophie call the “nesting” phase in her pregnancy, were she is preparing everything for the upcoming baby, from knitting clothes to setting up the nursery. Gabriel almost had a heart attack when he found her on the top step of a latter unsupervised trying to hang a painting on the wall.

“It’s for the baby, Gabriel.” 

“I know, darling, but my concern is if you fall just so, there won’t be a baby to be had.”

Cecily had waved him off as if this were an impossibility. 

Tonight, Gabriel was relieved to find that she hadn’t gotten herself into any predicaments. 

Cecily must have sense his presence because she suddenly stopped singing and looked up, smiling wider when she saw his face. 

“What are you doing up so late?” Gabriel asked, returning her smile and walking over, bending down to kiss the top of her head. 

“I couldn’t sleep. The baby was kicking my organs, which made me want to vomit. So I decided I should get along with knitting some clothes for her.” She held up the jumper. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s lovely, Cecy. Now, how about you lay down in bed and try to get some sleep? I’ll change out of my gear and join you.” Gabriel said, helping her out of the arm chair.

“Oh,” Cecily’s eyes softened as she looked up at him and put a hand to his face. “You look so tired, cariad. Surely the Clave can give you some time off of patrols?”

Gabriel kissed her palm. “There have been overworked shadowhunters before me, and there will be overworked shadowhunters after me. Some things will never change, darling. Besides, you looking exhausted yourself.” 

Cecily hummed. “How is it that we are already tired and the child isn’t even born yet?”

…

By the time Gabriel finally got to bed, Cecily was tucked in, the sheets pulled up to her nose. He smiled, having looked forward to this moment all day. He laid down beside his wife with a relieved sigh, his fatigued muscles finally relaxing. 

“Is your ankle giving you trouble again?” She asked quietly. 

He nodded, “I slipped and landed on it funny.” Gabriel had broken his right ankle as a child and had never fully healed. It tended to hurt from time to time, but there was really no way of fixing it entirely.

“I could fetch you some ice—”

“No, I’ll survive.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “I’d much rather have you beside me.”

She smiled at him before wincing and putting a hand to her stomach.

“Is she still kicking?” Gabriel asked in wonder. He knew there was a developing baby inside his wife at the moment, and yet at times he’d forget. There was a living creature. Inside of his wife. He was equal parts awed as he was slightly disturbed. 

Cecily nodded. “She’s a strong one, that’s for sure.” She said, her accent slipping and becoming incredibly Welsh, as she began nearing sleep, something Gabriel always found incredibly adorable. 

He put a hand beside her’s and sure enough, he felt one of the baby’s limbs pushing against Cecily’s belly. Gabriel chuckled, “What is she doing in there? Practicing her waltz?”

“Seems like it,” Cecily giggled. “She’s been restless all day.”

Gabriel pressed a gentle kiss on her lips before putting his arms around her. Cecily turned on her side, fitting her back to his chest. Gabriel moved her raven black hair and kissed the spot just below her earlobe. 

“Just think, in a couple weeks we will be parents.” Cecily said, happily.

“Angel help this child.” Gabriel said, laughing. 

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[erreversible]

too little too much [preview]

WIP fic in the “only in excess” universe jeonghan/s.coups/joshua 95z vampire!au

summary:

After surviving centuries of battle, bloodshed, and betrayal with Jeonghan by his side, Seungcheol has learned to be cautious about good things. Joshua is becoming the dangerous exception.

preview:

A snarling creature barrels through the dark forest, headed straight for Seungcheol. Before he can even reach for his weapon, a silenced bullet whizzes past his ear.

Thunk.

The deer collapses, twitching feebly on the ground. The shot had gone right between its eyes, its open mouth fanged and foaming. A bite from a desperate vampire had turned this animal feral, attacking anything and everything to sate its newfound thirst.

Jeonghan lowers his pistol. With a sigh, he sinks to his haunches.

“Dizzy?” Seungcheol asks, staking the deer with one swift stab before it can reanimate. The carcass shrivels to a husk.

“A little,” Jeonghan says. His eyes, ears, and nose are so keen as a vampire, he could nail a moving target 100 meters away — but those same gifts leave him with an absurdly sensitive disposition. Karma, as Seungcheol likes to call it. “I think I might be anemic. Should I go see a doctor?”

“Oh, definitely. I bet they’ll even let you stay for free so they can study you in a lab.”

“As long as I get to lie down while they do it.”

Seungcheol sets a hand on Jeonghan’s nape, massaging a pressure point with his thumb. “Can you survive a little longer? If you’re feeling too pathetic to help, I can find you a nice log to crawl into.”

Jeonghan frowns up at Seungcheol. His hair has spent the past two hours trying to escape from its ponytail, which only makes him seem more unhinged when he says, “We’ve scoured this forest. There’s not a single decent log around here.”

“Then how about a nice, shallow grave?”

Jeonghan lifts a muddy boot. “But it’s so… wet.”

“You’re spoiled rotten, you know that?”

to be continued...

[nandalikesstuff]

Name: Medicate Me All Night Long

Fandom: The Infernal Devices/The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Relationship: Magnus Bane/WIll Herondale

Rating: Explicit

Additional tags and warnings: Unhealthy Relationships, Complicated Relationships, Mixed feelings, Fights, couple fights, Sex, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Denial of Feelings, mention of suicidal thoughts (in like 1 sentence), Hope, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Punk, Punk singer Will Herondale, Tattoo Artist Magnus Bane, Devotion, inspired by a song

Summary: “I love you”, Will had said one night when they were both almost falling asleep. One word. The only word. The shiniest and purest piece of himself Will had ever given to anyone before. He had never seen Magnus jump out of bed so fast.

Will declares his feelings and Magnus shuts down. Fights and hurt and complicated feelings ensue.

A gift for @cultoficarus based on our Heronbane Punk!AU!

Read it on AO3