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lostavo · 8 months ago

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"I-I..." I could only stare in surprise, shock, confusion, and fear. (And ever so slightly, my heart clenched in adoration and lust)

"What is this!?"

"What is what?" The demoness asked, her head tilting to the side to show her confusion. Normally, her pure onyx eyes, empty and without light, would have struck more fear and cowardice into me, but with the silky black Veil covering her features, I couldn't be bothered by her gaze.

"All of...this!" I exclaimed, flailing and gesturing to her entire getup; a shoulderless pure black dress, silky smooth texture glimmering in the late afternoon light, straps criss crossing down to her elbow and up behind and around her neck to secure the dress alongside some clean black lace. Her skirt reached down to her ankles, fluffy yet not as show-offy as those massive dresses I often saw on those reality TV wedding shows. Her dress was adorned with stars that seemed to actually sparkle, dotting in the masses from her chest to the helm of her skirt. To cap it all off, her wrists jingled with twin bracelets that - from what I could see - had a soft navy blue glow, easily mistaken for black, and a glowing purple amulet jem the size of a coin hung from a necklace around her neck.

"It is a wedding dress."

"Y-yeah, I can see that, but why are you here with it?"

"Well, as per our agreement, you would give me your firstborn. In demon culture, most firstborn are only made after marriage. So, to expedite the process, as well as ensure that I receive said payment, I am here for the marriage."

The Great Demoness, keeper of the Sword of Askratan, slayer of the Dragon Daramooth, and former leader of the Demon Lords... was here, asking for my hand in marriage.

"I-I..." I sighed softly, before pulling the door open a tad larger. "Come inside, please. We can discuss the specifics without disturbing the neighbors."

The demoness hummed, almost in consideration, before nodding and stepping inside, still holding her bouquet with her veil down.

I sighed. This was going to be a long day.

~+~

Gently setting down the two cups of tea on the table between us, I looked up at the Great Demoness, still a little confused and scared. This was someone who could eviscerate me with a finger, who had faced down literal divine beings and gods and laughed all the while. There was only one Great Demoness, and she was...

Sitting on my couch, fiddling with the cup between her fingers.

"So..." I started, drawing her attention.

"So?"

"Why is there a need for a wedding?"

The Demoness shrugged. "Demon customs. We are unable to own a child unless they are of our own blood."

"But...I'm not making a child, I'm just giving one to you?"

"One I would still need to call mine, which could not happen unless they were of my flesh and blood."

I sighed again.

"Great. How does having a wedding come into play?"

"Demons cannot have a child unless under a vow of some kind. And, as we are already under one binding vow, you cannot open a new one with me. Hence, the wedding and marriage."

"I don't even... what is this logic?"

She shrugged. "Demon logic."

Groaning, I took my tea and gulped it down, soothing my dry throat.

"How does my deal with you count as a binding vow, and marriage is another vow that I can also take? If you just said it's only one vow per demon..."

"There are different kinds of vows. Oaths, promises, deals, binds," the Demoness explained. "Currently, you entered a deal with me. However, as this deal is something I have already paid my part, you have yet to pay yours. Hence, the deal becomes a binding vow. And since this binds you to me, I cannot take another binding vow."

"...and marriage is?"

"It is an oath. A promise, perhaps, depending on words said at the ceremony." The Demoness' head tilted a little at that. "You humans do have ceremonies, correct?"

I nodded, still a little unsure. My head was spinning with how this vows thing worked, along with the realization that this meant the Great Demoness, Slayer of Kings, ruler of the Dark Plane, Mooncracker, Dustbringer, wished to marry...me.

"Why me?"

The Demoness' head tilted in question.

"Why me, of all people? I'm just... me. I'm a regular man, with a regular job, no magical talent, no strength, no power in any sense of the word... and yet... you choose me?"

The Demoness...shrugged. "I just wish to finish our vow."

I paused. Paused for a while, just to digest the information, just to... let it sink in. Just for a while. Finally, I huffed, nodding and looking up at her again. "Alright, how do we do this?"

~+~

"Honey, I'm home!" I exclaimed to the household, and a squeal of excitement sounded from around the corner. Darrel barreled out like an energetic ball of red-and-human skin, slamming into my chest with enough force to knock me over. Chuckling, I gently rubbed between the boy's twin pointy ears, enjoying the rumbling sound of contentment from his chest.

"Hello dear," Toriel greeted me, as majestic and beautiful as the day I truly saw her for the first time. I leaned up into her kiss, gentle and sweet, and broke away to give Angie her own pats of affection, the small girl giggling under the touch.

Getting to my feet, I herded the children along, watching them run back into the house with twin grins and cheers and excitement.

Sighing softly beside me, Toriel leaned against my shoulder, her nose burying into my sleeve in a motion I knew was her " enjoying my scent". "How was work?"

She shrugged. "Some lesser beings from the Qlimeth plane decided to try establishing a foothold on my lands."

I chuckled. "Honey, what did I tell you about calling mortals lesser beings?"

She sighed. "Sorry dear it's just...they get under my nerves so much."

I chuckled, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You'll brave this storm. Just as you braved all the others."

Gently, she melted into my touch, and I smiled, eyes crinkling at her sight.

The silence lingered, broken only by the children's giggles as they laughed themselves sick in the playroom.

"I never admitted to why I married you, did I?"

I looked down at Toriel with a bit of surprise. "I thought it was for the vow?"

She huffed in amusement, a smile curling along her lips. "No, silly. Demons can take as many vows as they wish at a time. That one vow for every demon rule was abolished millenia ago."

My eyes widened a little. She continued. "I... I was lonely. I had everything I wanted, down in the Dark Plane, but I still... wished for more. Call it greed, but I wished to feel something that I could only see others have."

She smiled gently, looking up into my eyes. "I wished to feel what you called love. And when I saw this brave, courageous mor- human, crossing the border between his world and mine, surviving the dangers of my plane, risking his life, just to plead to a god of death for life, and not his own?"

She shrugged. "How could I not fall for that?"

I stared at her, gaping, before surging forth, pressing my lips against hers in a kiss of a lifetime. Of multiple. I tasted stars, dust, a swirling of deep magic that pooled between the both of us, and I felt her pulling me closer, with her, so that our existence could never be apart. Not for the woman, not Demoness, that had claimed me, and not for the human, the man, thar she had fallen for.

"My love." I panted, as our lips broke apart. "You could have just asked."

She giggled. "And I did. It was you the accepted."

I smiled back at her, gently pressing another kiss to her forehead. "That I did, too."

The Great Demoness fulfilled her part of the deal, curing your mother’s illness in exchange for your firstborn. The next day, she showed up at your door wearing a black wedding dress.

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beclynn-herondale · 4 years ago

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Jace, Kit, and Mina shenanigans

Jace was visiting with Kit; Clary was spending time with her mother and Luke, as she always did when Jace went on his monthly visit to Kit. And they would tell each other all about their day when they went to bed together that night.

Jace would never have said it out loud but he wanted Kit to rely on him and need him, he wanted to be needed by him. He wanted Kit to trust him, but more than that he wanted Kit to know he really did care for him.

Tessa had also recently had her baby, Mina. She had said Jace should come by and meet her.

Tessa and Jem were good people, and Jace just hoped Kit wouldn't be like he was and push away from his found family, and hold them at a far distance. But he remembered people had to follow their own journey and learn things for themselves. He just wanted Kit to be happy. But Jace also knew, like him, Kit had some baggage and it made it difficult.

"Jace?" said Kit. They were sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea.

"Yeah. . .?" he said, realizing he hadn't been listening for the last few minutes.

"You didn't hear what I said, did you?" Kit sighed.

"I was zoning out thinking of interesting things," he teased.

"Probably not that interesting, considering it's you," Kit shot back playfully.

Jace grinned. This kid would be just fine, he thought.

"So," said Jace, "you're a big brother now."

"Yup. And I'll be great at it."

"There you go. There's the Herondale in you."

Kit stared at him with amusement, then said, "Tessa says you should hold Min Min."

"Min Min? Is that a another nickname of hers?" If so Jace had to admit it was very cute.

"Yes. She has many nicknames," said Kit. "Because she is adorable."

"Kids and babies usually are."

Kit looked up. "You like kids, don't you?"

"They're alright."

Kit looked at him suspiciously. "Uh, huh." He then asked. "Well, are you and your hot fiancée Clary gonna have any?"

Jace choked on his tea. "What—what?" He thought he was probably flushing, as Clary always made him do even when she wasn't around. And Kit calling Clary that should be weird but he wasn't wrong, Clary was hot and his fiancée.

"Just saying, I'd make an amazing babysitter," Kit winked. "And I could teach your children all about memes and the future stuff, as well as turn them into my side. along with Mina. of course. They would be the best generation yet."

"Pffft," Jace let out.

It's true Jace and Clary had talked about having kids, but it was never a definite serious talk. Though Jace did want kids. "Why are you asking me this?"

"No reason."

"Uh, huh," he said. That was their thing, 'Uh, huh.'

Jem walked in then, holding who Jace assumed was Mina. "Hello, Jace," said Jem. "How are you?" He was smiling the warm smile that he he always had these days; Jace had thought it was the kind of smile that made you want to open up and trust. Jem was that kind of person who radiated kindness and warmth and goodness.

"I'm doing just fine," he said. "What about you?"

"I am amazing," he exclaimed. "Silly melon, is so beautiful and precious." Another cute nickname, he thought. "Would you like to hold her?" Jem asked.

"I. . .uh. . .sure," Jace said, hearing the unsureness his own voice, not knowing why it was there. Jem placed Mina in his arms; he couldn't help but remember holding Max for the first time, remembering that for the first time he had been absolutely terrified. Babies had always seemed so small and fragile to him, and at that time he had no idea how they worked. Of course, after Max Jace figured out that as he had said, they were tough. Max was not so little anymore, and now was on about killing all the demins, Jace was a very proud uncle. He looked down at Mina, she looked like Jem, he thought, but he could see Tessa as well. "Hello, Mina," he said.

The baby opened her eyes, looking up at Jace with an expression of curiosity. well, he assumed that's what it was. "curious are we?"

"She is," Kit put in. It was such a sibling thing, he thought.

Jem was watching the three of them with fondness, and a little sadness. Jace wondered if he was thinking of his parabatai Will Herondale; Jem had told Jace about him, and couldn't imagine not having Alec or being alive without Alec. It had made Jace feel a deep kind of sympathy for Jem.

Jace repositioned Mina in his arms so he could look her in the eyes. "So," he said. "Are you going to prank and trick your big brother?"

Kit stuck his tongue out at Jace, and Jace rewarded Kit by sticking his own tongue out right back at him.

Mina giggled, Jace felt his heart skip a beat. He'd made her giggle. It reminded Jace of hearing Max giggle for the first time, it had instantly defeated Jace, in a sense. Blueberry had had a place in Jace's heart from the beginning, Jace couldn't help but want to protect him, it had been the same with Rafe, and even young Emma and her braveness. And Jace thought it would probably be the same with Kit and Mina; he had a soft spot for kids. He had also realized that he had cared for Max, his little brother, the same. But that was a place that Jace tried not to venture to, as it only broke his heart all over again. Jace remembered how Izzy had told him that Max died clutching the toy soldier he'd given him all those years ago, it had shaken Jace. Max's death would always leave a missing piece in their family.

"I take that giggle as a yes," he said.

Jem laughed softly.

"Or," Kit said, "we might prank you endlessly and be chaotic rascals that haunt you."

"Bring it on, Kittiroo," Jace said, using the nickname he had for Kit. Knowing it was longer than his actual nickname but he gave a nickname to kids he liked. And Kit liked it, but would never admit it, ever.

"Whatever, Jacey Jace," he said.

They laughed.

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[ Two years later ]

Mina was now two, which meant her and her big brother Kit were up to no good when they came to visit or Jace went to visit them.

They both enjoyed playing tricks on Jace. And to think he made them cookies and tea. And played piano for them.

Jace was walking down one of the Institute corridors, looking through the open doors along their walls, trying to see if he could find the little trouble makers.

He was peering through one of the empty rooms when something came up behind him and said "Boo!"

He turned around, pretended to be scared as he saw it was little Mina. "Oh, you got me," he said.

She laughed. "I always get you."

He smiled at her. "Where's Kit?"

She shrugged.

"Little loyal one, you are," he said. "But if you tell me where he is, I'll give you a cookie."

Mina seemed to be considering this. "Come," she said.

Mina led him to another empty room, where they found Kit.

"Traitor!" he said.

"It's not her fault—" Jace began.

"Not Mina. You," Kit pointed. "I know you bribed her with cookies. You know we can't resist cookies."

"What can I say," said Jace. "I'm a master at bribery."

"Uh, huh," Kit said with a kind of sassy sarcasm. Kit also said 'Uh, huh.' in a way to say he is amused but very doubtful

"Hey, man. I can't help it, cookies are good," said Mina.

"It's not your fault, Min Min," said Kit. "It's the bad man's fault."

Jace gasped in pretend hurt. "The very implicaction of that is hurtful."

"Good," Kit said.

And Jace went over to lift the boy up. "You forget I'm bigger and stronger than you."

"No!" exclaimed Kit, but he was laughing, and Jace always liked to hear him laugh out loud.

"Fight him off, Kit," said Mina.

They ended up wrestling on the floor with Mina cheering for Kit like the loyal sister she was. Them when they were both tired they burst into laughter.

——————

Kit, Jace, and Mina were sitting on a couch while Jem talked about reincarnation; 2 old Mina wore a serious face for her age.

"You see this is why I believe in it so strongly," said Jem, beaming.

"Yes, I see," said Jace.

"It is interesting," Kit said.

Mina nodded.

"Just think about it," Jem said, "you come back in a different form or something new after you die."

Jace wasn't sure he wanted to do this again, and by the look on Kit's face it appeared he felt the same.

"So is that why I'm so exhausted?" asked Kit, "because I've lived so many lives? And keep doing this shit again?"

It was a fair question to ask, Jace thought.

"Kit, no," said Jem. "And don't say that word in front of Min Min."

"Alec says something like that to me all the time," Jace put in. "Except it's usually 'Jace no!'"

"Yeh, well, you're both chaotic dum dums," said Mina.

They all looked at her.

"Wat?" she said.

Jem seemed to be wearing a look of amused agreement.

She was two and yet so smart, and had so many words at times.

"I prefer the term not afraid to take chances," said Jace.

"It's a Herondale thing," put in Kit.

Jace grinned at him. "There you go, bud."

Mina rolled her eyes, she also had a lot of sass for her age. Jem stared at them with a sort of affectionate exasperation.

——————

Jace was sitting beside Kit while he showed him memes and what they meant. Mina came to sit down beside them.

"Jace," she said.

"Yeah, Mina?"

"So you're like my great kind of nephew, right?"

"Great great great or something, yeah."

"So than I am like your great something aunt?"

"Yeah. . ." This would never not be weird.

"Does that mean I get to boss you around?"

Jace didn't know what to say to this.

Kit looked up from his screen. "Wait, does that mean technically I'm your adoptive great something uncle, now?"

"I. . ." Jace had to admit he didn't know what to say to any of this. "Are you two trying to confuse me?" he asked.

They both grinned mischievously.

Jace sighed.

"Hey, dear Nephew," Kit said. "Make me some cookies."

"Dear Nephew," Mina added. "Get us tea."

"You two think you're hilarious."

"Wrong," said Kit, "we know we're hilarious."

"Yeah well," Jace said, pulling them both into the hug, "I'd like to see you get free from my hug."

"No!" They both exclaimed, then tried to get free which turned into laughter from them all.

——————

Jace heard his phone buzz. He looked at it and saw that it was a message from Kit, he'd sent Jace a meme. Jace didn't always understand them, but apparently they were like jokes. He replied with laughing emojis.

He exited his messaging app and stared his phone background; it was a picture of Max, Rafe, Mina, and Kit in the art room with Clary, who was teaching them to paint. He smiled at it. It was odd to say, but they were his kids in a way and he felt this strong urge to protect them from the world that would try to shut out their light.

He remembered the first time Kit had seen he'd taken picture and used it as his phone background. Kit looked surprised, as if he couldn't think of why Jace would do that. Jace ruffled his hair and quoted one of his memes to him that day. Kit liked to communicate with memes, and so Jace tried his best. Kit had also called Jace a mom a few times, though he wasn't sure why.

His phone buzzed again. This time it was Emma, her message said, "We need to form the sword-blondes club *winking emoji*" Jace couldn't help but laugh, then replied, "The world would've be able to handle that."

He had so many kids and young people who were dear to him now. Sometimes he thought back to his old self, who didn't have much of anyone and who believed that love was weakness. But now, when he looked at these kids, he knew that was lie. Now, he knew he was strongest because of love. He barely remembered it, but thought about the time he first met Jem, he'd been Brother Zachariah then. He'd told him, 'We fight best when that which we love is on the line.' or something along those words. It made Jace smile, to think somehow all this connected, the universe was a strange thing.

He then looked down at the engagement ring on his left ring finger. At some point him and Clary would work toward building a family, and have kids of their own. It both excited and frightened Jace; he wanted to be a father, of course. But he didn't want to snap one day and see his father come out, he didn't want his children to ever have to see something like that. Clary told him he wouldn't be like that, and she was always right, usually. These kids in his life now though, he felt were proof that he could be a good father.

He opened his phone back up and texted Kit a meme.

He was rewarded with, "Well, I'll be damed. He's learning!"

Jace replied with, "Watch your language."

"You watch your own language, Mr. acts like my parent."

Jace laughed. Kids were so odd yet so precious, they were the future, he thought.

Tagging: especially @khaleesiofalicante because she is having Jace and Kit feels, and I think she'll appreciate this. @chibi-tsukiko @spotsandclawsthings @megs-readstoomuch @magnus-the-maqnificent @replayfootsteps @my-archerboy @jazzkaurtheglorious @simply-ellas-stuff @bookfast-at-tiffanys

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mortalfaerie · 4 years ago

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STRANDED IN TIME (M. F.) 2/?

Matthew Fairchild x Lost Herondale! Reader

Y/N Herondale gets her just deserts when snooping in Cirenworth's attic sends her back over 100 years.

An indeterminate amount of time passed as you drifted in and out of consciousness. You recalled a silent brother standing over you, buts of hushed and worried conversation, and one occasion when you woke to Tessa sitting by your side, a cold cloth on your forehead and her mixing a tincture by your bedside.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak in your current state, but remembered vaguely that Tessa excelled in healing magic. You tried to reach out to her, but found you lost consciousness again before you could.

When you finally did wake without horrible pain, you found yourself in a narrow bed, in a cotton nightgown you'd never seen, but unmistakably in the London Institute's infirmary, the painted ceiling distinct.

What happened? Did Tessa and Jem take you here because you had been sick? Was Kit okay? Where was everyone? These questions pounded in your head as you stood from the bed, and cautiously padded to the double doors leading to the hallway. You opened the door to look out, but found Tessa and two people you didn't know - one being the man who had carried you - talking outside the door. They all looked to you, pausing, and then Tessa exclaimed, "Oh goodness, you're awake at last."

"I- what happened? Where's Kit? Why are we in London?" You asked, looking rapidly from person to person.

"You should have a seat, if you're able." said the other person - a petite woman of perhaps 40 or 50.

"What's going on?" you asked again, increasingly alarmed. "Is Kit okay? Where's my brother? I want to see him!"

"I'm sure we can help you find your brother as soon as we know who you are." The taller man assured you.

You looked again to Tessa, exasperated. "Tessa, what's going on? You know me, I- Kit and I live with you and Jem and Mina in Devonshire." Your voice started to wobble as panic set in.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't think that we've ever met before now." Tessa said, her face earnestly confused.

Tears spilled over your cheeks as you looked desperately to the other two adults.

"I'm Y/N Herondale." You choked out. "My little brother is Kit, you took us in after our dad was killed. We used to live in Los Angeles but we moved here after the Cohort - Tessa, please, you have to remember me."

At the name Herondale, all parties looked shocked and concerned. You cried earnestly now, shocked and panicked and feeling like you were living in a waking nightmare. You didn't pay much mind as they sheparded you into a chair in the infirmary, and the man called for tea from the kitchen. A blanket was draped around your shoulders, lest you go into shock, and when tea was pressed into your hands you finally ceased crying.

"Now," Tessa said softly, seated beside you and across from the others, "Why don't you tell us from the beginning what you remember, Y/N."

With a shuddering breath, you began. "My name is Y/N Herondale. My dad was Johnny Rook, and my mother was Rosemary Herondale. My mom died before I can remember, and only a bit after my brother Kit was born. We grew up with mundanes were always told we just had the true sight and to be quiet about it, until the day demons attacked my dad at our house, and Kit and I barely escaped with Jem Carstairs and -" you looked to Tessa, "You. We lived in the Los Angeles Institute for a bit, but eventually we decided to go to England with you and Jem when you offered - you said it was because we were the lost Herondale siblings, and that you owed a debt to the Herondales."

You looked to the man and woman across from you, silently imploring if you should continue. The man, who's black hair was flecked with gray and who's blue eyes mirrored your own, cleared his throat.

"Y/N, my name is William Herondale, and this is my wife, Tessa Herondale. And next to me is Charlotte Fairchild, the consul. We don't know how you happened to get here, but rest assured, you will not be turned away."

You could have cried again for relief, but you steeled yourself when the consul nodded to you. "Do you remember what happened before you were discovered outside?"

You nodded slowly. "I was at Cirenworth Hall. Tessa - my Tessa, I guess - gave me a book to read and it inspired me to look around in the attic, and I found something in a box. I - I can't remember what it was, but I remember feeling sick suddenly, and then I was lying in the grass with Jessamine over me."

"You could see Jessamine?" Charlotte asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, my brother and I could both see ghosts after we got our voyance marks. Some that other people can't see, too." You said.

Tessa and Will exchanged a glance, and Will spoke. "That would give credence to your claim of being a Herondale. The issue is, however, that the only living Herondales are myself, my family here, and my sister, now Cecily Lightwood. Our father had a brother, but he and his wife both died before they had any children."

"But his name was Tobias, right?" You asked, gears beginning to turn in your head.

"Yes, actually." Will said, raising an eyebrow. "How would you know that?"

"Because Tobias Herondale was my ancestor. He had a son no one knew about, and that son married a faerie woman..." you trailed off. "And eventually, I happened."

"That raises another question, then." Charlotte said, her expression speculative. "If you are a Herondale, and you bear marks, how is the clave unaware of you?"

"I think," you began, bracing yourself to be called crazy. "That maybe I'm not from this time, or this dimension. I think something I did in the attic sent me here, wherever here is."

"London." Tessa supplied, "July, 1903."

You stood up in shock. "1903? You can't be serious! I - how? I wasn't even born until 1997 - oh my god, Kit, I can't -"

"Y/N!" Tessa exclaimed, placing her hands on your shoulders to push you back in your seat. "Please, calm down, I'm afraid you'll make yourself sick."

You let her push you back into your seat, but stared blankly at the floor as your jaw worked.

"Is such a thing possible?" Will asked quietly to Charlotte.

"To have travelled through time? Not as I know it, but perhaps it could be a cruel faerie trick? It's known that time moves differently in the faerie realms." She replied, still cautious in her tone.

You brought your arms around yourself and hugged your sides as the gravity of your situation set in. Kit - oh god, was he looking for you? Would they know to look in the attic? What would happen to your little makeshift family? You heaved a sob, and the attention of the adults turned back to you.

Tessa - motherly Tessa - let propriety slip and pulled you to her side, and you clung to her for dear life. The consul came closer and passed a comforting hand over your hair.

"No matter how you came to be here," she said softly, "You are a nephilim, and you are displaced and distressed, and so you will always be supported at this Institute. We will do all we can to discern this situation, but you will be in good hands with Tessa and Will."

You hiccuped and met her eyes, seeing genuine compassion in them. She offered you a hesitant smile, and turned to Tessa.

"She will remain here until we are able to reverse this. I will confer with the Silent Brothers on this matter, and see if they know of any case like this. Until then, perhaps she will be treated as a ward of the Institute?"

Tessa nodded, her hold on you still firm. "Of course. We'll see to it."

Will went to see the consul out, and Tessa stayed behind, with you still holding onto her. "Y/N?" she asked, all gentleness and care in her voice. You wanted to believe this was your Tessa, the one who had become like a mother to you, but this Tessa knew nothing of you at all.

"Yes?" you said, your voice hoarse from crying.

"I don't know how you've come here, but I want you to know - I trust what you say. I have seen many impossible things, but still I am met with surprises. I also know that since I am a warlock - I am fated to live many, many years. If you truly were not born until 90 years from now, it's possible you know me in your time. I am sorry that I don't know you, but know that you are safe here."

You squeezed her, and managed to say, "Thank you. You've always been so kind to me. I - I'm glad I crash landed somewhere with you here."

#the last hours #cassandra clare #the infernal devices #the shadowhunter chronicles #the dark artifices #the mortal instruments #the last hours imagine #matthew fairchild x reader #matthew fairchild imagine #mathew fairchild

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hobbitsnapes · 4 years ago

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the elf in the café chapter 1

A corpse husband story

(I do not own this photo, nor do I know where it originated from. All credit goes to the artist.)

Summary: Never in his life, did he think going to a cafe and meeting a Harry Potter nerd could change his life. (I’m shit at summaries)

A/N: H/N means his name, being that we don’t know what his actual name is currently.

The instant smell of coffee hit him as soon as he slept in, giving the entire atmosphere a warm, welcoming feel. That would be if his heart wasn’t hammering against his chest the closer he got to ordering. His palms growing damp in his pocket the closer he gets to the front desk.

He doesn’t even realize it the line has moved until he looks up, spotting the young woman behind the desk looking at him. “Hi what can I get for you?” His heart dropped at the question, forgetting what he was going to initially order. “Uh, tea, black tea.” He stammered, hoping they wouldn’t notice his hands shaking. “Okay coming right up sir.”

His feet dragged against the hardwood flooring, trying to calm himself down as he neared the back of the cafe. ‘It’s fine, you need to go out more.’ He repeats to himself. His heart finally calming down slightly as he sits, taking a sip of the bitter drink.

“Hi there um, mind if I sit here?” His heart steamers when he hears it, instantly looking up at the person, his breath getting caught in his throat. There stood a girl, with short black hair that framed her face. Glasses perched on her nose, they looked to be nearly falling off. She wore a dark red sweater over a white button up, tucked into black high waisted jeans. “I’m terribly sorry to ask, there’s just no other seats available. I just need to get some work done is all.” She says, voice calm but a hint of worry in it. He clears his throat, finally realizing he hasn’t said a word. “Uh yeah sure.” He replies, voice slightly wavering. “Thank you so much.” She replies, setting her laptop and notebook out.

They both sat in silence, neither paying much attention to one another. But he couldn’t help his curiosity, once in a while taking a look at her. Her brows furrowed slightly, clear concentration writen on her face. Fisher goes from reading from her laptop, to writing something down on her notebook. He wondered what she could be reading, curiosity nearly making him take a look at her papers. But she was way to close for him to, knowing she’ll catch him doing so.

She sat and tried not to pay kind to him, but it was hard doing do. She could feel him once in a while look at her, it never made her feel uncomfortable, or that she should move. She just couldn’t help but notice his eyes watching her once in a while as she wrote out the rough draft of her essay.

She took a large sip of her coffee, growing tired and hoping the warm drink would wake her up. Noticing that her drink was now empty.

“Here’s your refil maim. Have a good day.” The waitress says, walking away from the table. She starts chuckling, trying to cover her mouth to stop. He watched in wonder, questions flooding his mind. Why is she laughing? Does she know the waitress?

He looks at her in question, completely perplexed as to why she’s laughing at the meeer Exchange.

She let out one last chuckle, looking him in the eyes with a smile still on her face. “I’m sorry, I’m kinda weird. And my brain likes to come up with even weirder things. When she brought my drink over, all I could think was, master has given dobby chi latte, dobby is basic white girl!” She laughs, mimicking the elf’s voice. He spits his drink out, laughed bubbling out from him. Causing her to laugh even harder.

“No but seriously, it’s so mean how confusing some of those spells are, I mean what if one kid had a wicked lisp and couldn’t say it right.” She laughed, causing him to snort. “No what’s mean is, nobody ever thought to use the episkey spell to heal Harry’s eyes.” He laughs out, causing her to throw her head back in laughter.

Both of them sat in the corner of the cafe for hours, enjoying the small bubble they’ve created between them. It was strange, he hadn’t felt this easy in years. He wasn’t scared to talk to her, wasn’t worried about how he looked or if he said the right thing. Nothing, he truly felt at ease. His heart fluttering when he watched her laugh, it wasn’t the first by any means, but the look of sheer joy writen on her face was a sight he couldn’t look away from.

She couldn’t help but watch as his head throws back in laughter. Deep rumbling laughter erupt from his lips. She couldn’t look away even if she tried. His dark brown eyes barley visible behind his lashes peaked out like jems. His smile so warm, she couldn’t help but mimic it. His curly black hair kept falling in his face, watching as he continuily kept brushing it away.

“I can’t, I can’t.” He wheezes out, hand clutching his stomach. Tears fall from his eyes as laughter choked him up. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard, since my mom told me about the time I tried flushing out cat down the toilet.” She laughs out, causing him to double over laughing. “What!” He laughs out. “I was like 4 okay. But anyway, whenever one of my fish died, my mom always told me to flush them down the toilet. She said it was a straight shot to heaven. Well our car had asthma, and it was really bad for a while. Well, my mom came home to hear the cat screaming. She went to go find where, and found me trying to force her into the toilet and flushing her. When she asked me later that night why I did it, I said, ‘you said it’s a straight shot to heaven!’ I promise I’m not a horrible person, I was just really stupid.” She laughs out, both now red in the face.

“I did not expect my day to go like this, but I can’t complain either.” He says, causing a smile to foarm on her face. “Me neither, I’m always by myself when I come here. It’s, nice having someone to talk to.” “Yeah, it is really nice.” He says, a smile etched on his face.

“Hey, I hate to say this, but I’ve gotta get back home.” He says, his heart panging at the sad expression on her face. “Oh It’s perfectly fine, I didn’t even see how long we’ve been here.” She says, her voice not matching the look on her face. “Speaking of which, I never got your name?” She asks. “It’s H/N. Yours?” “Y/N.”

As he walks out the door, he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and sees her, his breath catching in his throat again. “Hey I don’t usually do this, but I had a really great time today. I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna do it again sometime?” She asks, her voice wavering and shaky. His heart fluttering again as a smile grows on his face. “I’d like that, you busy tomorrow? Same time?” He asks, smiling at the large smile on her face. “That’s perfect.” She says, a smile on her face as she walks away.

He tosses and turns in his bed, the idea of sleep long gone. He couldn’t help but think of her, how kind she was. He felt so at ease with her, feeling truly like a normal person. He wasn’t worried about anything, mind only focused on her. A smile grows on his face, wishing for the late hours to go by faster.

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband fanfic #corpse fic

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thechangeling · 4 years ago

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Some Mina, Kit (+Mari) headcanons because me and one of my siblings have an age gap similar to Mina and Kit’s and I feel like projecting so this is mostly stuff we did when she was Mina’s age

Mina likes to randomly announce that Kit owes her money.

Mina puts on dance recitals for Jem, Tessa, Kit, and Mari and the pack if they’ve come over too

Mari and Kit are regularly invited to tea parties. They dress up in old Edwardian dresses they find in the storage at the house that probably belonged to Cordelia.

Mari likes to say Mina is her favourite Carstairs

Mari and Kit like to come up with storylines about old pictures they find of Cordelia, Alastair, and The Merry Thieves

Mina likes to sneak into Kit’s room. Sometimes she hides under the bed or in the closet and jumps out to scare him. He always spots her but pretends to be scared.

Kit 100% buys Mina a duck costume and sings her the demon pox song after Tessa and Jem tell him more about Will

Mari writes a Demon Pox remix. It makes Will’s ghost cry.

Omg!!! These are so cute Rory I'm so sorry I didn't see this earlier!

But yeah all of these 100%.

#asks #mutuals!!#rory tag

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bytheangell · 4 years ago

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If you are still taking prompts, what would you think about writing something(s) based off of this, either/both, the Professor/TA, or the Writer/Editor?

Dedication (modern AU, Herongraystairs, check the link in the ask for full writer/editor prompt, a wonderful plot idea by @high-warlock-of-brooklyn!) (Read on AO3)

This is the first book Will and Tessa are collaborating on. They’ve written plenty of books individually and Jem’s worked with each of them in turn. But this is the first time they’ve co-authored, an experience that’s proving unique and challenging for all of them.

Being with Will and Tessa while they work on a new project is always a blessing and a curse. They’re two of the best writers of their generation and when they work on their own they’re brilliant, but when they work together - well, they’re also brilliant, but that brilliance is coupled with the occasional near-catastrophic clash of opinions and emotions.

Which is where Jem comes in.

Where Will and Tessa are so driven by passion and feelings, Jem finds it much easier to distance himself from their project (and from the writers themselves) enough to see the bigger picture and find solutions before the issues build up. Like many things about the three of them, it’s a perfect balance - they just work, better than anyone (including Will, Tessa, and Jem) ever imagined possible when they first got together.

It’d been a messy start, with Will and Jem already together but both developing serious feelings for Tessa after they met during a book event. The three of them quickly became very close. There were whispers of which of them would end up leaving, then confusion when the answer was none: instead of two of them growing closer and shutting the third out, they all seemed to adjust and adapt naturally around the three of them coexisting. They aren’t perfect, but they are perfect for each other, at least as far as Jem’s concerned.

Jem knows that what they have is special, which he reminds himself of over and over as Will and Tessa sit on opposite sides of the sofa, voices quickly elevating to nearly shouting over an issue with one of the characters Will is in charge of writing: one he’s chosen to give a pretty damning curse from a trickster faerie in this land of magic their current collaboration is set in.

“Tell him he needs to make the changes, Jem,” Tessa insists, the third time she’s repeated the demand now.

“Tell her that this plot adds depth, and without it, he’s boring,” Will counters. “Sometimes people - characters - need to be brutally honest about their own faults and issues. Sometimes people are disappointing.”

That’s how Jem can tell things are spiraling: when Will and Tessa - who have effectively communicated and collaborated on half a dozen bestsellers and who love each other more than Jem’s ever seen two people experience love - refuse to speak directly to one another. The moment they start talking around each other and at Jem instead is when he knows he has to step in and diffuse.

Usually, it’s a matter of taking a break, getting some fresh air, and coming back with clear minds. Jem normally isn’t one to pick sides, but this is different. He isn’t worried about the direction of the book… but after reading the latest draft from Will, which Will wrote while refusing to speak to either of them for a full week, he’s worried about Will. And he knows Tessa is, too.

“Perhaps a good starting point would be admitting this isn’t really about the character at all,” Jem says softly, gazing closely between Will and Tessa. Will looks a bit guilty and Tessa looks away entirely, which tells Jem that he’s right in guessing their concerns are also less plot-based.

“...what else would it be about?” Will asks defensively. But they can all sense how he’s been pushing them away lately, much like the cursed character undeserving of love he’s written in. It’s obvious that Tessa isn’t sure how to bring it up or else she would’ve already. Or maybe she already had and it hadn’t gone well.

“Tessa, would you mind making some tea?” Jem asks, waiting until she’s out of the room to turn back to Will.

“Will… you know this is about you. You barely talk to anyone for a week then come back with this character in such a self-deprecating mindset…”

“That’s ridiculous. He’s just a character,” Will says, but Jem can tell he’s entirely unconvinced of his own words.

“So if Tess came back having written Evangeline that way?” Jem counters, and there’s that look of subtle guilt, right back on Will’s face as he frowns and pieces together why Tessa’s so upset with him.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” Will sighs.

“We’re not mad at you,” Jem’s quick to point out. “We’re just worried. It’s been a while since you tried to push us away like this, I just want to make sure you’re okay. We both do. Take it out in the writing if you want, but talk with us, too. Alright, my love?”

Jem’s tense as he waits. This has one of two options: Will relents and listens to him and they all have tea and talk this out, or Will storms out and they don’t see him again for another day or two.

Will stays. “I’m just letting the pressure get to me,” he admits. “I’m sure that’s all it is... But yeah. Okay. Tea.”

Tea, meaning ‘I’ll stay. I’ll talk. I’ll try.’ Jem leans over and places a barely-there kiss on Will’s lips before he relaxes back in his seat. Reaching out a hand that Will readily takes, Jem gives it a tight squeeze as they both wait for Tessa to return.

They talk.

In the end, the character arc stays. With a few redeeming modifications at Tessa and Jem’s entirely unbiased suggestion, of course.

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A little over halfway through the first draft things seem to stall out. They have a progress deadline that week with the publisher and they’re cutting it close - mostly because Tessa keeps tossing everything she writes without giving Jem the chance to look it over. Recently she’s let her curiosity get the best of her, delving into research she should be allowing Jem to help with.

...and when he says ‘delving’, what he really means is stubbornly obsessing over, nitpicking bits of lore to streamline, and doing hours and hours of research for single-line references.

“When was the last time she slept? Like, an actual night of sleep?” Jem asks Will one day after a quick touch-base meeting that went… not terribly, but not particularly great, either.

“You need to get her out of here. No books. No wifi. I tried to kick her out but… well, you can imagine how well that went,” Will admits, and Jem winces in sympathy.

“The Time Out Cottage?” Jem asks, referring to a small cottage they own for unplugged getaways, where the wifi signal is nonexistent and a landline exists for emergency calls. “That means we’ll both be out of easy reach, and with that Friday deadline-”

“I can handle it,” Will cuts him off. “She’s been getting in her own way for days now, but she refuses to listen to me.”

A few minutes later Jem tentatively knocks on the door to the small study that does, in fact, look more like a makeshift research library. He nearly doesn’t see Tessa behind the small mountain of books on the floor, but he hears her pen tapping rapidly against the hardwood. No, not just rapidly - anxiously. He knows that action all too well.

“Tessa, what number is that?” he asks, the question needing no further explanation past his accusatory tone and pointed look at a coffee mug, which is next to a second coffee mug, which is next to a cup of black tea.

“Four? No, wait… what time is it?” she glances around and seems surprised by the height of the sun in the sky. “It’s afternoon already?”

Jem sighs. “It’s nearly four o’clock, Tessa, and your blood is probably about 90% caffeine. Come on, get your things, we’re taking a trip.”

Tessa looks immediately horrified. “No! I can’t, we can’t! The deadline, and I still have to streamline the fae lore between the two-”

“Will has it handled for 24 hours. That’s all we’re asking. 24 hours without research.” “Jem, you know-”

“-that you’ll be twice as productive once we’re back and you’re refreshed instead of running on fumes and fever dreams?” Jem cuts her off, his tone kind but insistent. He bends over and picks up a piece of paper. “Tessa, my love, this is nearly incoherent.”

Tessa reaches up to take the page from him and frowns. “I… okay, I can make out some of this, but I’m pretty sure that bit talks about aliens which isn’t any more reassuring. Will did say I was writing myself in circles, but I thought he was just, well, being Will, so... Yeah. Okay. Maybe I need to step back for a bit.” Tessa sighs. “The Time Out Cottage?”

“I already packed you a bag,” Jem confirms with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the middle of her forehead before reaching out a hand to help her up off the floor.

When they return exactly 24 hours later, Tessa gets back to work and the lore practically falls into place between the two of them.

They meet the Friday deadline without a problem.

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Jem spends his free time playing violin while Will and Tessa go through the first draft and begin to brainstorm fixes for plotholes, new minor characters to add to scenes that feel a bit lacking, and other small improvements to really round out the story and the world they’re weaving. They both claim to think clearer with his music in the background so he stays, even if he doesn’t feel particularly useful for this stage of the process until they have a single, coherent draft to hand over to him.

These are the moments Jem’s own insecurities and flaws float to the surface. The moments he watches Will and Tessa, so alike, so perfect for each other, connect on a level he isn’t privy to. He knows it’s a silly thought, that he and Will have their own things, as do he and Tessa. But sometimes he wonders if they truly need him around, or if he’s simply just become too much a part of the routine to actively get rid of.

He watches them sit next to each other with shoulders touching, hunched over a small screen, whispering back and forth. There’s a small smile on his face, one that’s wistful and tinged with hints of longing that, much to his dismay, they pick up on.

“I know that look,” Tessa says, catching Jem’s gaze and drawing Will’s attention before Jem can wipe the expression from his face. “Get over here. I think we’ve done enough work for today.”

Will is the first to move over, making room for Jem in the middle of them. After placing his violin back in its case Jem heads over to join them on the sofa, embracing the way Will and Tessa immediately crowd into his space once he’s settled, both placing a comforting kiss to his temples simultaneously before resting their heads on each of his shoulders and a placing a hand in each of his own.

They talk a bit, not about the book, but about anything and everything else, and fall asleep there, still entwined together.

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It’s rare for any part of one of their books to be a surprise to Jem upon publication. He sees all the drafts, talks them through the acknowledgments and dedications, double-checks the reference pages against the chaotic piles of books and notes around their home.

So he’s immediately (and rightfully) suspicious the moment they hand him the first advanced copy and tell him to open it, watching his every move with eager expressions. Excited, but anxious.

‘A dedication to the one most dedicated to us:

This book would not be what it is without the kind heart, encouraging words, and infinite patience of James Carstairs. Neither would we. Jem, you are a light in our darkest hours, and we don’t know where we’d be without you.

We hope we’ll never have to find out.

Jem, our love, will you marry us?’

Jem reads, then re-reads the dedication. He closes the book, then opens it again, reading it a third time for good measure.

“Well?” Will asks impatiently, earning himself a nudge in the ribs from Tessa. Will huffs.

“I see you’re as dramatic as always,” Jem says quietly, instead of answering the question posed in the book. He knows his answer. He’s known for a while now what his answer would be, should the topic ever present itself, but he gets a bit of joy from making Will wait in anticipation just a short while longer.

“He wanted to be even more dramatic and show you at the event tomorrow,” Tessa admits. “But we decided against it. We thought you deserved the chance to say no without two hundred sets of eyes on you.”

Jem raises an eyebrow. “You think I’ll say no?”

“You haven’t said ‘yes’ yet,” Will points out, but he doesn’t sound nervous about it. Nor should he be.

“Yes,” Jem says, smiling brightly. “Of course it’s yes.”

#herongraystairs #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #tsc #thanks to Jay for letting me play around with that prompt!#SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS #making prompt progress between weekly codas and bingo fills slowly but surely #i hope you like it my anon friend!#elle writes a few deadbeat lines #anon glamour activated #ask rune #long post #elle talks too much

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bookswitchcraftandcats · 4 years ago

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Rainy Days (Part 4 of 4)

Link to AO3 ----- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Emma and Julian are in charge of the London Institute for a week and find a box that once belonged to Cordelia Carstairs and contains poems written to her by James Herondale. The story switches between Emma and Julian and oneshots about things that happened in Jordelia's life to inspire the poems.

Sorry if the formatting for the poems is messed up, I tried.

Thank you all so much for reading this story, I really enjoyed writing it <3

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“Daisies must have been her favorite flower or something” Emma says as they look around the room. Looking now that was a very obvious statement. Even some of the blankets neatly folded on the end of the bed had daisies embroidered on them. The wall paper was lined with a daisy print and on the box itself was intricately carved flowers. There are also some very old flowers that were carefully pressed and put in the box next to the poems. They were afraid to touch them for fear that they would fall apart.

“Yeah, maybe I will do a painting of her when we go home,” Julian says thoughtfully, “I should include some daisies if I do.”

“I’m sure it will be great,” Emma says thinking of his other paintings. He has done so many great pieces that if he was a mundane she was sure his work would be in an art gallery. The institute itself had turned into a sort of gallery these days, some people visited just to see the murals Julian painted on the walls.

They both were laying back on the bed and Jules had his arm around Emma. This was a nice day off after the busy day they had yesterday, they had run into some demons by the river and were outnumbered. Luckily, Emma is the best shadowhunter of their generation. Her wielding Cortana was definitely a scene he wanted to paint when he got home. The grace of her movements when she was fighting was like a dance, he could never quite capture the movement with a set of acrylics.

He checked his watch, they had plenty of time before Jem and Tessa would get here.

“We should read another poem,” he suggested. “They are kind of interesting to see what they said to each other 100 years ago.”

“Ok, I will,” she says, reaching into the box again for another poem. There was one titled Rainy Days.

“That seems fitting for today,” Julian says, glancing out the window. Emma reads the poem aloud.

Rainy Days

Outside the sky is dark and gray, The rain falls in puddles on the ground, We are in the library by the fireplace, Listening as it down pours all afternoon.

The heat of the flames warms the room, You by my side warms my heart. Even on the darkest of dreary days, You light up everything by being there.

Now you are asleep next to me, While I write about our day. I'm starting to think that I quite like, These warm and rainy days.

It was another rainy spring day in London, the snow had just melted and it was still very cold out. You could hear the wind blowing all around outside, it was quite the stormy day. None of the merry thieves or their family members would be venturing out today, they too were curled up by a fire, just like Cordelia and James.

James now looked at the sleeping Cordelia on his lap, she looked so at peace. Her soft red hair was undone and free from it’s unusual style, he combed his fingers gently through it. He thought about the day they had had. Today was very good weather for writing. With a notebook in his hand he began to come up with ideas.

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“Good morning,” Cordelia says, sitting next to James at the kitchen table. She poured a cup of tea and looked out the window, it was raining very hard and forming puddles in the street.

“Good morning” James responds, reaching for some breakfast, “Looks like any plans for today are cancelled”

“I think it is far too cold to go adventuring in London,” Cordelia says with a shiver, it was almost spring but they still had many cold days ahead of them.

They finished their breakfast talking about rain and what crazy things their friends have been up to lately. Christopher had been working on a new invention, Mathew caused some trouble at the Hell Ruelle, nothing much different than usual. They then decided to head upstairs to the study where they could sit by the warm fire and play a game of chess.

“Shâm-Mât” Cordelia says, winning her 12th consecutive game in a row. James just laughs as they reset the board for another game. There isn’t much to do and he is still holding on to hope that he can win at least one round.

“You're too good at this,” James says with a smirk. She has always been brilliant at battle strategy, she could outsmart any opponent she faced. He looked at her with a smile as she planned her next move, her face was full of concentration. He could feel her plotting his demise.

They played chess until it was time for lunch, the sky was still gray with rain clouds. They then decided to venture to the library to look for a book to read on this cold and rainy day. James walked over to put more wood on the fire while Cordelia went to look for a book. They settled on the couch by the fire, Cordelia leaning her head against James’s shoulder while he read from an old volume of The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens. There were a lot of Dickens novels in the library mostly from James’s parents' fascination with the author. Will and Tessa were both staying in Wales for a week and were not at the institute, it was just James and Cordelia.

She began to fall asleep and he smiled as he see the book on the night stand. He grabbed his notebook and began to write.

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So now James was still sitting on the couch trying to write a poem about the letter but he realized the poem wasn’t what he should be writing about, he spent the whole day with Cordelia and she was more fierce and interesting than any storm.

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“That was very fitting for today,” Emma says, putting the poems back in the box. She looks at the time quickly, Jem and Tessa would be there soon.

“It must rain here a lot,” Julian says, “I miss the beach” They laugh, they would be back in LA soon enough to deal with the chaos that ensues there.

They had just renovated the institute more and had been busy painting more murals on the walls. They also updated their computer and Jules got a laptop which made some things easier and more organized.

They hear footsteps coming down the hall and Tessa looks into the room.

“I see you found James and Cordelia’s room,” she says with a smile.

“I haven’t been here in years,” Jem says looking around the room. Tessa was looking at the box in Emma’s hands.

“I see you found Cordelia’s jewelry box,” Tessa smiles as though she is remembering her, “She is an ancestor of yours, she was a Carstairs before she married my son.”

“James, right? Did he write poetry?” Emma asks. Tessa looked a bit confused.

“Yes, he did. But I thought I had all his notebooks saved at my house, did you find one?”

“We didn’t find a whole notebook but we did find a few poems he wrote to Cordelia.” Jules says. Emma opens the box and pulls out the pieces of paper.

“I always wondered where the ripped out pages went, I always assumed they were just rough drafts that got tossed away.” She paused for a moment, “did you two happen to find a book called The Beautiful Cordelia. I have been looking for it for a while now and I know Cordelia had it.”

Emma pointed over to the shelf they had originally found the box on. Tessa pulled out the leather bound book that had The Beautiful Cordelia across the top in fancy calligraphy and a small “by Lucie Herondale” on the bottom.

“Thank you,” Tessa said, holding the book. Jem was looking at something across the room.

“Hey, did some of our stuff get moved up here too,” he asked, picking up a stele.

“I think so, did you find something?” Tessa asks.

“This was Will’s stele,” He says, handing it to her and looking slightly incredulous. “How much of our stuff is still here?” Tessa laughs.

“Leave some for the other generations, we don’t want to fill our house with 100 years worth of clutter.”

They all turn to leave and go get something to eat. They would never forget the poems they found, the remnants of someone else's rainy day, of another time period far away yet so near to them. While the day was dreary, dark, and wet, never let the weather depict whether there is a storm cloud raining on your day off.

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Cordelia looks at the poems one more time with a smile before placing them in her new jewelry box. It had been an anniversary gift from James. It is wooden with her name and intricate little daisies carved onto it. The box truly is beautiful. It had been raining so she took the opportunity to organize a bit but now the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds.

James walked over and kissed her on the cheek while she latched the box shut.

“ We were invited to a picnic in the park, just the usual group. Do you want to go?” He asks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“That sounds lovely,” she says, standing up from the bed and carrying the box over to the shelf. She puts it between The Beautiful Cordelia and a book of persian mythology her mother had given her. She slipped on her shoes and took James’s hand. They walked off happy as can be, standing in the sun for a change instead of being stuck inside on those rainy days.

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asshrimpleasthat · 4 years ago

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I figured @jellicle-home-for-jellicle-ships event would be the perfect chance for me to practice writing shorter stories. So here’s a little Platoria sick fic:

Plato poked his head in through the flap in the door, surveying the room. After confirming the coast was clear, he picked up his small basket and dashed into the house, following the familiar path through the kitchen, around the corner, and up the stairs. He paused just outside the door that was left slightly ajar, gently sniffing the air to confirm that no humans were present. He made his way in, heading to the bundle of blankets and pillows spilling out of an extravagant cat bed. The bundle coughed.

“Mistooo... where are you...” Victoria whined.

Plato placed his basket down and rounded the front of the bed, regarding the white ears poking out of the nest of blankets— the only part of Victoria he could see.

“Uhm, Misto’s still out, but—“

Plato was cut off by a shrill scream, followed by a strained cough, deep breath, and then, “Platowhatareyoudoinghere?!”

“Mistoffelees asked me to keep an eye on you while he was out.”

“No! Don’t look at me!” The ears vanished into the blankets.

“What’s wrong?”

His answer was a garble of sounds that was entirely smothered by the blankets.

“What?”

The blankets shifted, and then a muffled, “I’m so gross and ugly like this.”

Plato straightened up. “Vic, we made an oath. ‘In sickness and in health’. There’s no situation on Earth where I could see you as anything less than beautiful.”

“Plato...” she sniffled. “We aren’t married.”

“Not yet, but just you wait.”

That earned him a small, wheezy giggle.

“Now come on out of there. I want to see my beautiful queen.” He patted the bundle, enjoying the soft feel of fleece on his paws.

“No.” The bundle shifted as Victoria buried herself deeper in her cocoon. “ ‘m still ugly.”

“C’mon. If you don’t I may have find my way in there and show you how beautiful you are by cuddling you all up myself,” he teased.

“...Will there be kisses with those cuddles?”

“As many as possible,” Plato nodded to himself.

Another soft, wheezy giggle. “Well that doesn’t sound like much of a threat at all.”

“It will be when you have to explain to my mum why I’ve suddenly got the flu.”

“Jenny loves me. She’s more likely to blame you.”

“Damn. Guess I’ll have to pull out the big guns to flush you out,” Plato teased.

He started pulling at the blankets until he found an opening and ignoring Victoria’s indignant squeak, he quickly searched around until he found the soft fur of the queen’s sides and began tickling her.

“Ah! Plato no-“ Victoria squeeled, words peeling off into laughter as she started writhing about.

“I’m not gonna stop until you come out from there,” Plato laughed, narrowly avoiding being kicked in the stomach.

Plato did stop when Victoria’s raspy laughter turned into an aggressive coughing fit.

“Oh shoot, hold on!”

Plato began tearing at the blankets, pushing them out of the way until he was finally able to see the sick queen. Vic took a several labored breaths, coughing between each one, and Plato gently rubbed her back trying to help soothe her.

“I’m so sorry, Vic. I wasn’t thinking.”

Breathing under control, Victoria shuddered slightly before saying in a rough voice, “Its okay. It was nice to laugh, even if it hurts.”

Plato continued rubbing her back, smoothing the ruffled fur there back down. He was finally able to take a good look at her, and he couldn’t help but feel awful about it now. Still, true to his word, despite her runny nose, puffy face, leaky eyes and disheveled fur, he couldn’t help but find her to be the most beautiful cat he’d ever lay eyes on.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, once she seemed settled.

More coughing. “Guess.”

Plato tried not to wince. “Sounds bad. Did you need anything?”

“Kisses would be nice.”

He chuckled, “Anything else? Are you thirsty? Hungry?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? I brought a care package from the Junkyard. Munk helped me put it together.”

“A care package?” She seemed to perk up at that.

“Yeah! Hold on a sec.” Plato trotted back over to the back of the bed, dragging his forgotten basket around and beginning to dig through it while Vic eyed the package curiously.

“Let’s see, we have... some chamomile tea from Mum, Tuna-Tastic treats from Jelly, some flower crowns from Jem and Cettie to cheer you up, a picture of himself from Tugger, a Get Well Soon card signed by everyone, a bunch of crystals from Tantomile and Coricopat to ‘purify your negative energies’, some jewelry from Jerrie and Teazer, Pounce said this is his favorite toy—“

“Oh Everlasting! That’s a lot of stuff.”

“That’s not even half of it. Everybody left you a little gift to help you feel better.”

“That’s so sweet of them, but its really not necessary. I’m fine.”

“Everyone’s worried. You’ve never really gotten sick before.”

The whole time he’d lived in the Junkyard he had never seen Victoria with so much as a cough. Her or Mistoffelees. He wondered if it was because of whatever magic they had running through their veins. Victoria didn’t have the abilities to conjure cats or throw lightning like Misto, but Plato was sure she had magic just as much as her brother.

He could feel it when they sat together, when she danced and when she laughed. When he held her face between his paws and kissed her gently.

“I wish they wouldn’t. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

Plato hummed in agreement, though he had to admit he was just as worried as everyone else.

“Are you sure you’re fine? You don’t need anything? Anything at all?”

“Hmm, well... I am a little achey.”

“Maybe this’ll help.”

Plato climbed up into the cat bed, gingerly pushing the small queen until she was laying on her stomach. Being as careful as possible (he didn’t want to hinder her already weak breathing), he slowly began massaging her back, eventually moving down her arms and back up to her neck again. Victoria hummed in pleasure, melting under the touch of her boyfriend.

“That’s lovely. Exactly what I needed,” she moaned.

Plato was glad she was turned away and couldn’t see his blush. “Heh. I’m happy to help.”

They sat quietly for a moment, Plato gently kneading the white queen while listening to the soft wheezing that accompanied her every breath. After a while, her eyes closed, her breath evened out, and the queen drifted off into a comfortable sleep. Plato, as slowly and quietly as he could, pulled some of the blankets back over her body and then climbed out of the bed, careful not to wake her. He pulled Vic’s care package closer to the bed so she wouldn’t have to move far to grab it and crept towards the door.

“Plato?” her soft voice called.

“Yeah?”

“Stay with me? Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s... incredibly lonely being sick.”

Plato didn’t need to hear another word. He wordlessly climbed up into the bed with Victoria, shifting himself under the covers with her and curling around her smaller frame. As he pulled her against himself, perhaps a little too tightly, Vic turned around and stole a quick kiss before nuzzling her head against his chest. Plato laughed, kissing the top of her head, and the two cats drifted off to sleep together, purring loudly.

A few days later, Plato could be heard telling his mum that a few stolen kisses were well worth having caught the flu.

#cats the musical #cats musical #plato #plato cats #victoria #victoria cats #platoria #whoops posted this a day early #i thought today was sunday lmao #ah well

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heronducks · 5 years ago

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THE INFERNAL DEVICES AS VINES

(TDA as Vines)

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Jem, Tessa and Will (in blankets and sunglasses): *dancing to it goes around the world just nanananana*

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Tessa: aaaaAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Will, saving her: why are you running?! why are you running??

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Gabriel @ Will: imma fuckin ripp your face off bitch

Gideon: what did he do?

Gabriel: cause he fuckin pushed me!

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Charlotte: hey babe happy one year

Henry:

Charlotte:

Henry: I'm 27

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Jessamine: when there's too much drama at school the institute

Jessamine: all you gotta do is

Jessamine: walk awaAaAyYyY

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Magnus: Wake up sleepy head!!!

Tessa:

Will, sitting up behind her: aw fuck man

Magnus: O.O

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Will: Gabriel why are the frickin cookies on the floor

Gabriel: I fell can you help me

Will: ahahhHAHAHAHHA

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Bridget (singing): AAAaaAAAaaaAaaAA

Everyone: shut up

Bridget: yes

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Jessamine & Nate: *kissing*

Tessa: wtf is this allowed

Tessa: wtf....is that allowed?!

Jessamine: sTOP

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Jem: well, when life gives you lemons

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Will: is there anything better than p*ssy

Will: yes, a really good book

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Bridget: Would anyone like some stew

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Jessamine: hello tessa

Tessa: hi jessamine

Jessamine: those shoes look familiar

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Will: hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying inside

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Gabriel: stop saying I look like chicken little

Gabriel: he is dumb and he's a coward

Gabriel: and I'm NOT A COWARD

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Thomas/Cyril: road work ahead? uh yeah I sure hope it does

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Charlotte: Let me see what you have

(smol) Will: a knife!

Charlotte: nO

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Cecily: look at all those chickens

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Woolsey: on all levels except physical I am a wolf

Woolsey: ruff

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high!Will: so basically what was I thinking of

Jem: *punches him in the face*

high!Will: ugh fuck I can't believe you've done this

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Gabriel: he's such a snake

Demon!Benedict: *slithering through the garden*

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Will: hey duck!

Will: you no good duck!

Jem: you'll never be shit!

Will: you're just. like. your father!!!

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Sophie: wait you're not coming to my tea party?

Sophie: GIDEON I MADE BISCUITS SCONES

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Will: what the fuck is up kyle gabriel

Will: no what did you say what the fuck dude

Will: step the fuck out gabriel

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Jessamine @ everyone: I think I know more about American British girl dolls than you do genius

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Gabriel @ Will: you're disris–

Gabriel: you're disrespecting a future US army soldier

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Random shadowhunter: they say these stairs this institute is like haunted cause some nine year old girl died here

Jessamine's ghost: I'm 11 16 so shut the fuck up

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Cecily: hi

Gabriel: ok

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Sophie: Jessamine your speech was so good

Jessamine: omg I didn't even try and it was like improv

Sophie: oh my God why don't you just take the frickin complemeeeeee–

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Will: people are constantly asking what it's like to be a sexy–

Will: *trips and falls*

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Consul Wayland: no off topic questions

Wayland: because I don't want to

Wayland: no tha– no

Wayland: permission denied

Wayland: that's an off topic question, next

Wayland: you have been stOPPED

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Henry: I wanna be a cowboy baby

Magnus: hell yeah

Henry: I wanna be a cowboy baby

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Nate: don't fuck with me I have the power of God and anime on my side

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Will @ Gabriel: you know what I'm about to say it

Will: I don't care that you broke your elbow

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Jem: *carries chips and a croissant*

Will: boo!

Jem: staaaaahhppp I coulda dropped my croissant!!

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Tessa: I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag

Jessamine: you spilled whawhawhawha

Jessamine: lipstick in my Valentino white bag?!?!?!

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Tessa: what would you do if there was a child right in front of you

Nate: *pushes it*

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Gideon: hey everyone today my brother pushed me so I'm starting a Kickstarter to put him down

Gideon: the benefits of killing him would be I would get pushed way less

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Tessa: babe we did it you're gonna be a father

Will: babe I'm reading harry Potter a tale of two cities what do you want

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Cecily: hey gabriel

Gabriel: sup bitch

Cecily: haha stahp

Gabriel: bitch

Cecily: aaAAAArgh

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Clockwork Angel: AA

Clockwork Prince: AAA

Clockwork Princess Epilogue: AAAAAAAAAAAAA

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cristinablackthornkingson · 5 years ago

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Shadowhunters Short Story #69 Brothers are what best friends can never be.

Crossposted to my AO3, link in my bio.

It is a stormy March evening in Devon, 2013, when 15 year old Kit Herondale is pulled from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen.

Kit lifts his head from where he was resting it against the wall his chair is against, and opens his eyes to see a tired but joyous looking Jem standing a few feet away from him, smiling ear to ear.

“Jem.” Kit scrambles to sit up, setting his mug down on the table beside him. “I-Is everything okay? Are Tessa and the baby okay?” He anxiously asks. Tessa went into labor about 6 hours ago, and Kit hasn’t heard much from she or Jem since. They came into the kitchen a couple of hours ago, with Magnus, so Tessa could get some herbal tea that she said is meant to help labor move faster and be less painful, but since then he hasn’t heard anything.

“Yes everything is absolutely fine, would you like to come meet your sister?” Jem asks in a tone of joy, still beaming with delight. He is so utterly in love with his baby girl, it almost hurts.

Kit nods eagerly, having been looking forward to this moment for almost nine months.

Jem gestures for Kit to follow him. As they walk, Jem turns to Kit with a look of confusion on his face.

“Oh yes I meant to ask you, who were you talking to earlier? Just after Tess, Magnus and I left the kitchen to go upstairs so Tessa could rest.” He asks, remembering hearing Kit’s voice, low and quiet in the kitchen, while Jem helped Tessa up the stairs.

Kit blanches, remembering the conversation he had with Livvy’s ghost, just hours ago. He could tell Jem the truth, but then he’d probably worry and feel like he has to contact Emma to check that everything is okay, and that would distract him from Tessa and the baby.

“Oh um, no one important, I was on the phone with someone I went to school with, we’re not close or anything, just... called them because I was bored.” Kit shrugs, easily coming up with a lie, that seems to satisfy Jem.

“Oh, well I’m glad to hear you have friends and are talking to them!”

A few seconds later Jem leads him into the main bedroom, Jem and Tessa’s room. Jem lets Kit step ahead of him, while he closes the door.

The first thing Kit notices is how nice and warm and cozy the room is, thanks to the fireplace against the wall across from the bed, that’s been lit. The second thing he notices, is Tessa sitting propped up in bed with a mountain of pillows behind her, her hair is disheveled and thrown into a messy bun at the back of her head. She’s wearing a dusty pink hospital gown, that is open at the top, showing a tiny little body curled up against Tessa’s chest, wearing only a diaper and a hat, with a blanket covering her back. Peeking out from the little hat are wisps of curling dark hair.

When she hears the door close, Tessa looks up and her face lights up when she sees Kit and Jem, a warm smile coming across her face.

“Hi sweetheart.” Tessa quietly says in a hoarse voice. “I missed you, come meet your baby sister.”

Carefully, Kit walks the few feet to the bed and lowers himself into a chair by Tessa’s side.

“Hold your arms out, one under the other like you’re making a cradle with your arms.” Tessa calmly says. It takes a few minutes of fumbling and help from Tessa, but soon Kit gets his arms in the right position. Tessa carefully lifts the baby out from inside her gown, wrapping the blanket around her expertly, before carefully laying her in Kit’s arms.

The minute the baby is in his arms, Kit feels an unexplainable overwhelming rush of love, he already loved her before she was born, but looking at her now it’s like falling in love with her all over again. He chokes back tears as his eyes well up and his throat tightens.

“Hi.” He quietly says in a tight voice. “Hi baby sister, I love you.” He briefly looks up from the baby’s face and asks “What’s her name?”

Jem and Tessa share a smile, and Jem slips his hand into hers.

“Wilhelmina Yiqiang Ke Carstairs, Mina for short.” Tessa softly says.

“What does Yiqaing mean?” Kit curiously asks, unfamiliar with Mandarin.

“It means ‘Remembrance’ we chose it for those we’ve lost but will always remember, Will, Lucie, Jamie, Rosemary.” Jem gently says, hoping that this won’t upset Kit in anyway.

“I....” Kit trails off, unsure of how to feel about his baby sister in part being named for his mother, who he has absolutely no memories of. When he thinks about it though, he realizes it’s a beautiful gesture and a perfect way to make sure his mom is never forgotten. “I think she would have liked that.” He finishes, earning warm smiles from Jem and Tessa.

“We think so too, love, we think so too.”

Kit looks back down at his baby sister, Mina, who has now blinked her eyes open to reveal big dark brown eyes just like Jem. She and Kit stare at eachother in fascination for a few seconds, before Mina wriggles her little arm free from her blankets and reaches up to grab onto Kit’s thumb, making him laugh and have to wipe at tears of joy.

“It’s like she’s holding my hand.” He laughs, liking the idea of Mina feeling safe with him and wanting to hold his hand. He’ll be a great big brother to her, and always protect her and keep her safe.

“Of course she is, she’s a very clever young lady and knows already just what a fantastic big brother she has.” Tessa says in a warm tone, making Kit’s heart flutter with delight.

Kit holds Mina for a few more minutes, just looking at her in awe, taking in everything about her. Everything is totally calm and peaceful in the room, until Mina starts to fuss which in seconds turns into full on wails, breaking Kit’s heart right in two and making him panic.

“Oh no! Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make her cry, I’m sorry!” Kit says in an alarmed and panicked tone, desperately trying to sush Mina and calm her with light bouncing.

“It's alright love.” Tessa calmly says, placing a calming hand on Kit’s arm. “You didn’t do anything wrong she’s just hungry, here let me take her.” Tessa reaches over and carefully lifts Mina into her own arms. She single handedly and quickly adjusts her gown before guiding Mina to her chest, helping her to latch on.

As Tessa nurses Mina, Kit flushes and awkwardly tries to find somewhere to look. He has nothing against breastfeeding of course, he doesn’t care if someone does it in front of him, but it’s a bit different when it’s Tessa, the woman who took him in and promised to love and raise him for the rest of his life, the only mother he has.

Jem immediately notices how embarrassed and awkward Kit feels and decides to intervene.

“Kit.” He says. “Do you want to join me downstairs for dinner? Magnus left enough food for us for the next week or so.” Kit immediately nods.

“Yes please!”

“Alright let's go, see you later my loves.” Jem softly says, stroking Mina’s hair and giving Tessa a quick peck on the lips.

“See you later.” Tessa replies, watching fondly as Jem and Kit leave the room, Jem telling Kit awful dad jokes and making him laugh, which makes Tessa’s heart lift. Once the boys are gone, she looks back down at Mina and smiles softly “We’re very lucky to have them Mina, aren’t we?”

The next day, at around 10:00 A.M. there is a light knock at Tessa and Jem’s bedroom door.

“Come in!” Jem calls, keeping a careful eye on Church, who has cautiously approached Mina, lying in Tessa’s arms, and is clearly trying to decide what he thinks of the new baby.

The door opens and Kit steps in, looking sheepish.

“Hello love.” Tessa beams, delighted to see Kit.

“Everything okay son?” Jem asks in a worried tone, afraid that maybe something is wrong with Kit.

“Oh yeah everything’s fine I just....” Kit clears his throat. “I um... I was just wondering if you need any help with Mina or anything, I’m not doing anything so... I thought I’d come see if you need some help.” He nervously tells them, afraid that they’ll say no and send him off to be on his own all day while they bond with Mina. He really wants to spend some time with Jem, Tessa and Mina but will they want to spend time with him?

“That would be lovely Kit, thank you.” Jem warmly says. Kit’s shoulders sag in relief and he starts to relax again.

“You can come over here and hold Mina for a while if you like, I’m going to have my first postpartum shower which can take anywhere from 10 minutes to about an hour.” Tessa lightly says, remembering her first postpartum baths after James and Lucie were born. She had been terrified of getting out of bed at all after James was born, nevermind bathing, but Jem was waiting right outside if she needed any medical assistance and Will was with her, while Charlotte and Henry watched Jamie.

Kit laughs as he takes a seat on the bed next to Tessa, and she lowers Mina into his arms when he is settled back against the pillows.

“Did it hurt?” Kit curiously asks, looking up at Tessa.

“Giving birth?” She asks. Kit nods. “It did, like hell, all 3 times, but it’s more than worth it, just like what we went through to find you and going through the adoption process is worth it, to have my babies.” Tessa fondly says, brushing Kit’s hair out of his eyes.

Shortly after he moved to Devon with Tessa and Jem, they approached him about legally adopting him, assuring him he can keep his surname and doesn’t have to take the name Carstairs if he doesn’t want to, but they would very much like to legally and officially adopt him. Kit thought about it for a while before agreeing, the process is long and stressful and still not fully complete, but it’s more than worth it to Tessa and Jem, to have their Kit.

Kit smiles and blushes and Tessa kisses his cheek before ducking to kiss Mina on the cheek too. “I love you.”

Tessa then stands up, grabs her towel, bathrobe and toiletries bag and heads into the ensuite bathroom for her shower.

“I was looking through social media yesterday, after you set me up on Facebook so I can stay in touch with Emma easier. I saw this group on there for new fathers, and decided to join, thinking it would be full of advice and tips on how to care for baby and handle your anxieties and take care of your partner if you have one, stuff like that. Instead I found the most awful people complaining about their wives and babies, mostly talking about how seeing their wife give birth and seeing her postpartum has totally turned them off and they feel cheated, one phrase I saw over and over again was ‘It’s like watching your favorite pub burn down’.

I just cannot believe how disrespectful and horrendous these men are, their wives have just gone through 9 months of pregnancy followed by labroing and giving birth, and all they can do is whine and complain that 2 weeks postpartum she hasn’t lost the weight she gained and is still wearing pajamas or comfy clothes most days.

I don’t understand it, I delivered James, I delivered Lucie and I delivered Mina, I was Tessa’s primary caregiver when she was pregnant with James and when she was pregnant with Lucie, I’ve been by her side every second of this pregnancy and I’ve seen her postpartum 3 times now, and to me she always seems even more glorious and beautiful after having a baby, because she’s just gone through so, so much to bring a whole new life into this world, she’s just grown an entire other person, she’s like a goddess.

I don’t understand it, how can anyone say those things about their wives? I couldn’t love Tessa more, whether she’s pregnant or not, whether she’s just had a baby or not. I just... I don’t understand it.”

Kit is totally unsure of what to say after Jem finishes talking. He totally agrees with him, that the way some men talk about their wives after she’s given birth is absolutely disgusting, but he doesn’t know what to say to Jem.

“I... uh... I agree?” He tries, not wanting to just ignore Jem. Jem turns to him and smiles softly, before reaching over and ruffling his hair affectionately.

“Sorry Kit, I didn’t mean to rant to you, it’s just when I was young, when someone had just given birth, they took weeks, even months, to bond with the baby and heal from the birth, there were no expectations to ‘bounce back’ or anything, I’m just still trying to adjust to modern life and modern people. But at least I have you eh? You keep me up to date.”

“I try, it’s my life mission to get you to stop saying ‘Order it offline’.” Kit grins. Jem chuckles.

“You’re a good boy my Kit, I’m so glad you’re here with us.”

About 20 minutes later Tessa comes out of the bathroom in a clean pair of pyjamas, her yellow bathrobe thrown on over her pink pajamas, and her wait hair tied into a bun at the back of her head.

“You made it!” Kit cheers, grinning at Tessa as she sits next to him on the bed. She grins and kisses his cheek.

“That I did, and now it’s miss Mina’s turn to get changed, your Uncle Magnus gave us the most adorable clothes for you Mina, and I can’t wait to see you in them.” Tessa coos, taking Mina as Kit carefully passes her to her, before laying her down on the bed, just in front of her.

From the basket on the floor beside her, Tessa takes out a plain pink baby-gro/onsie, that has a hood, and pockets at the front.

“That’s pretty tame for Magnus’ standards.” Kit notes.

“I know, I think Alec picked this one out and it’s just so adorable!” Tesa exclaims, beginning to unbutton the yellow onsie with pink flowers that Mina is currently wearing.

Kit watches in fascination as Tessa carefully and expertly slips Mina’s tiny arms out of her onsie and does the same with her legs. He can’t help but be fascinated by how small and tiny and delicate Mina is. She’s the smallest person he’s ever met, and so fragile too, he would be terrified if he were in Tessa’s position.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll accidentally hurt her or break her, because she’s so small and delicate?” Kit asks Tessa, who laughs lightly as she starts to put the new onsie on Mina.

“I was when I had Jamie, Will and I both, but after having James and then Lucie and then helping out with my grandchildren and many, many other little ones, I’ve become an expert in handling delicate little babies.” Tessa explains. She then lifts a freshly dressed Mina up (once again shocking Kit with her confidence) and holds her so they’re face to face. Tessa’s smile grows and she leans in to kiss Mina’s cheek. “There we go, pretty baby! The sweetest, cutest baby in the world, huh?”

“You should take a family photo with the kids Tess, the same way you took a photo of you and Jamie after he was born, and then you Jamie and Lucie after Lucie was born.” Jem suggests, knowing how much having pictures to remember these moments by, means a lot to Tessa.

“Oh yes that sounds like a lovely idea! Is it okay with you, Kit?” Tessa asks, laying a hand on his arm. Kit finds it kind of hard to believe that Tessa wants to take a picture with him, he still finds it hard to believe that she loves him as if he’s her own, and Jem does too, but he’s not about to say no.

“Sure, sounds like a good idea.” Kit agrees.

A few minutes later, after a bit of fussing from Mina, Jem snaps a series of pictures of Tessa, Kit and Mina. In the picture Tessa is sitting up in bed with Mina cradled in one arm, and the other around Kit, who is leaning into her and smiling shyly. It’s definitely one of Jem’s favorite pictures.

“It’s perfect.” Tessa says when Jem shows her the photo. “We’ll get it framed and hung up beside the pictures of me and Lucie and Jamie, as soon as we can.”

“Sounds perfect.” Jem agrees. “I better go make a start on breakfast, I’ll bring you up a tray of course, love. Kit would you like to stay in here and have breakfast with us?” Jem asks. Kit nods, there’s nothing he’d love more, actually.

“Yes please.” He says, settling back against the pillows, beside Tessa and Mina, feeling truly safe, and loved and happy for one of the first times in his life.

*1 YEAR LATER*

It is a hot and humid day in March of 2014, when Jem, Tessa, Kit and Mina step out of the portal and onto the streets of Shanghai, just outside the Ke House, where they will be staying for the duration of their first family vacation.

They’ve been planning this trip since Mina was 6 months old, and agreed that the best time to come would be just after Mina’s first birthday, she would be able to handle the heat and humidity better now as a one year old, than she would have done as a much smaller baby, and Kit is truly settled and content with them now and feels comfortable enough to go on vacation.

“Is this where you lived before you moved to London, dad?” Kit curiously asks, having taken to calling Jem and Tessa mom and dad over the last few months, which they both love.

“For a year or so, I was born here, lived here till I was about 1 and then my parents were put in charge of running the Institute which is where I lived until I went to London.” Jem informs him.

“Cool.” Kit says, looking up at the building in front of him, in awe.

“Come on, let's go find our rooms and get settled in, then I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Jem says, as Tessa sets a wriggling Mina down.

“Mina.” Kit says with a sly grin. “Wanna race?” Mina has been walking since she was 9 months old, and now loves to run everywhere, especially when she gets to race Kit who of course always lets her win.

“Uh-hu!” Mina nods enthusiastically.

“Okay come on let's go, or I’m gonna get the biggest room!” Kit declares, taking off at a slow pace so that Mina can easily pass him by.

Jem chuckles and kisses Tessa’s cheek before going ahead of Kit to lead the way.

As Jem shows Kit and Mina where they’ll be staying, Tessa goes ahead to her and Jem’s room, the same room they always stay in when they visit here.

One of the first things she does is take one of her bags into the bathroom to unpack her toiletries. When she opens the bag, the first thing she sees is the pink box containing the pregnancy test she packed.

For the last few weeks she’s been feeling sick and tired all the time, and has been having some issues with her powers, all the symptoms she had when pregnant with Mina. She had meant to take a test before they came to Shanghai, but she was so busy with Mina’s first birthday she totally forgot, until this morning when she was packing the last bits and pieces and found the pregnancy test she had bought a few weeks ago but never taken, so she decided to throw into the bag and take it here in Shanghai.

Tessa nervously bites her lip and looks over her shoulder to make sure Jem or anyone isn’t nearby. When she’s satisfied she’s alone, she closes the door, opens the pregnancy test and takes the few minutes required, to take the pregnancy test.

Three minutes later her phone beeps to let her know it’s time to look at the test, and so on shaky legs she pushes herself up from her seat on the edge of the bathtub, and walks over to the sink. She takes a deep breath before picking the test up and looking it.

‘YES+’

Tessa can’t help but let out a stifled sob of delight, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. She and Jem weren’t trying, but they weren’t trying to prevent a pregnancy either, they decided to leave it up to nature, they agreed they would be thrilled if they had another baby now, but would also be okay with not having another one just yet.

Tessa quickly finds Jem standing outside the room that’s going to be Kit’s, supervising he and Mina as they unpack (well more like Kit occasionally takes something out of his suitcase, then gets distracted by Mina and doesn’t unpack anything else for 20 minutes.)

“How are you 3 getting on?” Tessa asks Jem, coming up to stand at his side.

“Not too bad, though I think I might have to seperate the kids in order to get anything done, they distract eachother.” Jem laughs, his heart swelling with love as he watches Kit laughing while carrying Mina around on his back. He then turns to smile at Tessa and softly says “I can’t believe how amazing the last year has been, I couldn’t have asked for a better first year of fatherhood, I’ve loved every second.”

Tessa grins knowingly.

“Well that’s good.” She says, holding up the positive pregnancy test for Jem to see. “Because in about 8 months, we get to do it all again.”

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thatnerdnextdoor24 · 5 years ago

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you can’t kiss me!

Today's chapter is sponsored by pizza rolls. I'm just kidding, why would pizza rolls sponsor me? I just ate them while writing this.

Ao3

More Kit/Ty

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The apartment was quiet when he entered. The lights were off. The only light coming from the window, dimmed by the curtains. Kit kicked his shoes off by the door and hung up his coat and keys. He did his best to be silent, even as Irene came to greet him by pawing at the grocery bag hanging in his hand. He held it out of her reach, “This isn’t for you, you undersized mountain lion,” He muttered, Irene seemed to glare at him. He dodged her advances with shadowhunter ease and made his way to the little kitchenette.

It was sort of funny, all his shadowhunter training landed him here, trying his best not to wake up his sleeping boyfriend. Kit set the bag on the counter and turned to start heating up the kettle of water. When he turned around, he wasn’t at all surprised to find that Irene had hopped on the counter and was already sniffing the contents of the bag. Kit sighed and brushed the cat off, “Did it pass your inspection?” He asked, Irene promptly sneezed at him. “Thanks,” He deadpanned, before washing his hands.

Once his hands were clean, he began his task. He was once again incredibly thankful for Jem and Tessa’s cooking lessons. Hours spent in the kitchen at Cirenworth Hall, learning how to make meals that didn’t come in a box from the freezer. It turned out that Kit wasn’t half bad at cooking, if he knew the recipe. But every once in a while, the house would fill with smoke, or the food would still be uncooked on the inside, or it would just taste bad. So even though Kit wasn’t a bad cook, he always got nervous that maybe he’d somehow mess it up.

But he could do this one. He’d made this before, when he was a kid. He’d get sick and Johnny would leave him at home with a can of soup and a couple of tea bags. The smell of the soup cooking in the pot, set him back to when they had lived in Ohio. They hadn’t lived there for more then a month or so, but the neighbors had been the nicest. That might have been his favorite summer, even if he had had the worst head cold of all time. Because somebody had come in to check on him. Kit smiled a little to himself as he stirred the pot, making sure he didn’t burn the bottom.

He even hummed softly to himself, as he bustled around the kitchenette, doing his best not to make too much noise. Irene was no help, she sat on the counter and sniffed at everything Kit touched. She was very protective of Ty and never seemed to trust Kit. Irene inspected everything Kit made or did with more judgement than Church. Which was very difficult to do. The worst part about it all was that she only did it to Kit. Not to Dru, or Anush, or Jaime or any of their other friends. It was only Kit. Despite all that, Kit liked Irene. Mostly because Ty adored her, so Kit tolerated the cat.

Kit poured a bowl of the chicken noodle soup he’d cooked, and made a mug of tea. “Please don’t make me drop any of this,” He begged Irene as she innocently licked her paw. She’d caused him to trip or drop things before, and Kit was convinced that she did it on purpose. But, mercifully, she merely led the way to the bedroom. With his hands full, Kit softly pushed the door open with his hip. He could just make out the pile of blankets on the bed, rustling as Irene leaped up on the bed.

“Kit? Kit is that you?” A sleepy voice murmured. Kit smiled to himself, “Yeah, I brought you something.” He whispered. Kit saw Ty sit up and flick on the lamp. Careful not to spill, Kit sat at the edge of the bed and set the tea on the table beside the bed. Ty blinked at the soup in Kit’s lap, “You didn’t have to do that!” He said, his voice nasally. Kit scoffed, “Of course I did. I’d be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t take care of you when you’re sick.” Ty frowned, “Shadowhunters aren't even supposed to get sick.” He muttered, pulling the blanket up to his chin.

“Well, obviously, they do. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here right now. Not that I’m complaining. I like taking care of my cute boyfriend.” Kit smirked, causing Ty to roll his eyes. Kit carefully scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, and blew on it gently before holding it to Ty’s mouth. Ty raised an eyebrow, “Are we really doing this?” He asked, and Kit pouted, “Let me take care of you,”

Ty huffed a laugh and relented, letting Kit slowly feed him. Kit talked to him while he fed him. Mostly, he talked about his trip to the store. Everytime Kit went to Walmart, he ran into the strangest mix of people and Downworlders. He always came back with a story that made Ty laugh. After about half the bowl was gone, Ty clamped his lips. “Mmm.” He pushed Kit’s spoon away, “I’m full,” He said. Though he thought that Ty should eat a little more, he didn’t argue and put the bowl on the table, only to fill Ty’s hands with the tea mug.

“You should drink that. It will make your throat feel better.” He climbed over the bed to sit beside Ty, who took a sip of tea and leaned his head on Kit’s shoulder. “Thank you, Kit. This does make me feel better.” He smiled. It was the kind of smile that broke across his face suddenly and seemed to overtake his features entirely. Just because he could, Kit leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ty’s mouth.

Ty pushed him away abruptly, “You can’t kiss me!!” He exclaimed, out of nowhere. Kit blinked, “I-oh?” He stuttered. Ty glared at him, “If you kiss me, you’ll get sick.” Ty pushed him back against the cushions, before promptly laying back against him. “Oh, so I can hold you but I can’t kiss you?” Kit asked, while wrapping his arms around Ty’s shoulders. Ty sniffed, “You shouldn’t even be holding me,” He muttered. Kit thought that Ty was very cute when he was sick and sleepy. It made Kit’s heart melt a little, “Then why are you letting me?” Kit whispered into his ear. He felt Ty shiver a little, before he glanced back at him, “Because I want you too,” Ty whispered.

So Kit smiled and settled against the pillows, pulling Ty with him. Then he reached over to the TV remote that had gotten tangled in the blankets, and started a Netflix show. They laid there for a long time, and when Kit was sure that Ty was fully invested in the show and wasn’t paying Kit much attention, he leaned over, and kissed the back of his head. He didn’t mind if he got sick. He cared about Ty more than he was afraid of getting some cold. Besides, if he got sick, that just meant that Ty would be taking care of him.

He couldn’t see anything wrong with that.

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 5 years ago

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Could I get a part 2 of that reddie office au??

part two to this prompt

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Eddie watched as Beverly sat on his bed, scrolling through her phone in excitement. Occasionally, she’d glance up at him with wide eyes, grinning from ear to ear which only made Eddie groan internally and wish he had never opened his mouth.

“I can’t believe it’s been almost a week and you haven’t messaged him yet. He was clearly into you!” Bev gasped, throwing herself back on Eddie’s bed dramatically. “Richie Tozier gave you his number and you haven’t messaged him yet. Why not?”

A flush rose up on Eddie’s cheeks and he looked away from his friend and down at his own phone. Richie’s contact name stared back up at him and a nervous flutter overtook his stomach. “I don’t know Bev, I just…I’ve been hurt before and I also don’t want this to affect him joining the company.”

Bev scoffed, “Eddie, how many times have I told you to quit that shitty job. They don’t give two craps about you and even though you do a pretty important job, most of them think you’re there just to run after them and fetch teas and coffees.”

Eddie sighed, because Bev was right, she always was. Eddie’s job was rubbish, and he hated having to wake up every morning and go do a job he hated more than anything in the world. The only thing was, it paid well and he had an apartment and car to run. He needed the money more than the happiness. “I can’t quit Bev…I need to find another job first and no-one is hiring at this time of year.”

“No-one is hiring at any time of the year because you’re not looking…” Bev sighed. Just then her phone went off and she glanced at it before standing up. “That’s Ben, we’re going to catch a movie. Seriously Eddie, call him. Go out on a date, see what happens. Be spontaneous for once.”

She left him with those words of Marsh Wisdom and Eddie locked the door behind her, collapsing onto the sofa. He flicked on the TV to some Hallmark Christmas movie and curled up under his blanket, occasionally glancing at his phone. There was no way he could call Richie Tozier. There was no way that he had been serious when he gave him his number. He was probably drunk. Yeah, that’s it.

The following day was Monday, and Eddie was back in the office of hell. As he made his way to his desk, Bradley stopped him and passed him a piece of paper with coffee orders on it. Eddie opened his mouth to protest, but Bradley was already talking. “We have a meeting this morning. Important one. We need these coffees pronto or you might find yourself out of a job.” With that, he walked away, leaving Eddie with the list.

Eddie knew better than to argue, as Bradley would just tell someone he’d broken a rule and he’d end up with another write up. He sighed and made his way to the kitchen, making quick work of the orders before setting them on a tray and heading to the large boardroom. He knocked three times and when he was called to enter, he opened the door and wheeled the tray inside.

What Eddie didn’t expect to find when he opened the door was Richie Tozier sitting in one of the seats. Their eyes locked and his cheeks turned a light red as he smiled just a little. Before he could greet him, Bradley’s high pitched voice was in his ear, “Jesus, I didn’t mean from the kitchen! I meant from the actual coffee shop! You can’t expect Mr Tozier to drink this crap!”

Suddenly, Eddie’s face was red for a completely different reason and he glanced around the room to see the other colleagues looking completely embarrassed, including Mr Gray. The boss cleared his throat, “Now, Elmar, please go and fetch the coffees from the coffee shop. Immediately.”

Eddie started to back out of the room, but before he made it to the door, Richie cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention to him. “This coffee is fine actually. Also, I thought his name was Eddie and he worked in the Risk Department? What is he doing fetching coffee? Don’t you have interns for that?”

“Oh the interns have much better things to be doing,” Bradley laughed. “They are here to learn, after all, not fetch coffee. That’s what Elmar is for.” The other clients and colleagues in the boardroom snorted, covering their mouths to hide their obnoxious laugh.

Tears filled up behind Eddie’s eyes and all he really wanted to do was hide under a table and never have to see any of these people ever again. Yet, as he was about to leave the room and run all the way home, Eddie stopped and turned back around, facing the group.

“I quit.” He muttered, immediately feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders. He spoke a little louder; “I quit. I am handing in my resignation effective immediately. I never want to see any of your faces ever again. I am done being your busboy, I’m done with you treating me like shit and pretending I’m not even here! Also, my name is Eddie not Elmar or Edwin or any other name you call me by. It’s Eddie!” He let out a breath, whipping his head to Richie who was staring at him in shock. “Also, you shouldn’t sign a deal with them. They’re just going to con you out of all your money. I’ll be expecting my last paycheck on payday.”

With that, Eddie left the boardroom, making his way back to his office and starting to pack up his things. He wanted to be out of there before Mr Gray caught up to him and screamed at him for speaking to Mr Tozier in that manner. In all honesty, at that point, Eddie couldn’t give a shit. He pulled his bag over his shoulder and waved a flimsy goodbye to Annabell who was staring at him from the front desk in shock.

As he passed the board room to head to the elevator, he spotted Mr Gray, Bradley and Monia trying to convince Richie to still sign the deal that was sitting out on the table. Just before he reached the elevator, Richie looked up and their eyes locked for the second time that day. He sent him a shy smile before stepping into the elevator and pressing the ground floor button.

The feeling of stepping out into the fresh air, stress free and finally out of the dead end job made Eddie feel like he was on cloud nine. He only managed to make it a few hundred yards down the street when he heard someone calling out his name from behind him. He turned out, his eyes widening as he realised it was Richie Tozier running towards him.

“Eddie, hi.” Richie smiled, catching his breath. His cheeks were already red from the cold air, hair tousled from when he’d been running his fingers through it. Eddie thought he looked much more handsome than he had at the party. “You never text…”

Oh, right. Eddie hadn’t messaged Richie because he had been scared, yet here Richie was standing in front of him after running after him. “I- I wasn’t sure the offer was genuine. I didn’t want to end up being the brunt of a bad joke...again.”

Richie’s smile dropped and he glanced behind him, “Honestly, after seeing all that in there? I don’t blame you.” He took a step forward. “But I want you to know that I was being genuine, I wanted you to text me. I was going to ask you out on a date, and I wanted to get to know you.”

Eddie flushed, tucking his blonde hair behind his ear as he looked down at the pavement. He looked back up, smiling just a little bit, “Well...if I’m not too late?”

“You’re definitely not too late,” Richie grinned. “How about I take you out to lunch and you tell me more about how this company was planning to con me out of money?” He asked and held out his arm for Eddie to take. “And in return, I’ll wine and dine you like you’ve never been before. How does that sound?”

Unable to say no, Eddie nodded his head and reached out to accept Richie’s outstretched arm. “It would be my pleasure.”

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@richietoaster @tozier-boy @eds-trashmouth @bitchbrak @sloppybitchreddie @its-stranger-than-you-think @maximusfraker @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @thejadeazalea @halfway-happy353 @tinyarmedtrex @inthebreadbinwrites @kat-ships-everything @takeourpure @lo-v-ers @that-weird-girls-blog @studpuffin @s-s-georgie @reddie-for-anything @trashmouthtozierr @richietoizer @girasol-eddie @bi-bi-richie @honeybeehanlon @mars-14 @reddiesetandgo @marsisaplanetyall @xandertheundead @sedanleystanley @hawkinsbabe @beepbeeprichiellc @stellarbisexual @oldguybones @stanleuyris @eduardoandale @purplepoisonedgem @reddie-to-cryy @pink-psychic @violetreddie @toziesque @queen-sock @appojoos @moonlightrichie @rreddies @disneyfan567 @annxmatron @lifesucksheres20bucks @anellope @roobarrtrashmouth @are-you-reddie-for-it @callmechee @nancynwheeler @reddieforlove @twoidiotsinl0ve @madi-artist @tozierking @s-onora @atownofeggs @wilding-throught-thehallways @no-she-wasnt-reddie @dadbodrichie @thorn-harvester-ven @eddiekasbpark @sparklingrainbowdragon @ransonelovebot @gloire-celeste @derrylosers @3tothe1 @virgo-luthie @sashadrowned

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #writing tag #festive prompts

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kitweewoos · 4 years ago

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50 Day Fic Prompt: Day 27

Tell me again.

Trevordeke, Fitzsimmons Family

[read on ao3]

Jemma hadn’t even wanted Deke out in the field to begin with, not being untrained as he was. He’d pulled on his tact gear, and Jemma was only stopped from fussing over him by Trevor fussing over him first.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Trevor asked, adjusting Deke’s bulletproof vest. “Not too late to be a trophy husband.”

“Have to be married first for that,” Deke replied.

“I’ll marry you if it stops you from this,” Trevor said, but Deke only laughed, and kissed his boyfriend.

“It’ll be fine,” Fitz said, touching Jemma’s hand before sliding his fingers between hers. “He’s going to be okay/”

Jemma had a bad feeling, though, an intuition she didn’t know how to put into words. There was just this unsettled nausea, unrelated to her pregnancy, that she couldn’t move past.

“Be safe,” Jemma said, passing him the pack she’d put together for him.

“I will, Nana,” he said, and kissed her cheek.

Then, he stepped onto the Quinjet, and joined the other agents. She curled her hand in her blouse over her belly and did not wave at him like he was a little kid on his first day of school. She still worried. Of course, she worried. She’d lost so many friends and loved ones over the years. If something happened to Deke, she wouldn’t know how to handle that.

“He’ll be okay, Jem,” Fitz said, kissing her temple.

“I hope you’re right.”

“Me too.”

She was restless that night, even more so than normal. There was the ever-present fear that Deke wasn’t coming home, which she could normally handle.

“I’m going to get some tea.”

“Do you want me to get it?”

“No, I think the steps will do me good,” she said, patting the swell of her belly. “Do us good.”

Her pregnancy made everything more sensitive, her sense of smell, her stomach, even her emotions.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“You’re a good husband.” she said, kissing his cheek.

“You deserve a good husband.”

She patted his cheek as she left and headed for the kitchen, where she found Trevor stirring a pot on the stove. She recognized the stiffness in his shoulders, feeling it herself.

“What are you making?” she asked, sitting at the island bar, holding her belly as she lowered herself.

“Oh, Agent Simmons,” he said, clearly startled a little.

“Please, Trevor, you can call me Jemma. You are dating my grandson.”

“Yeah, right,” Trevor laughed. “I’m making cocoa.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, it’s a family recipe. I used to get nightmares – well, used to. I still do. Especially –” he trailed off.

“I understand. I do the same thing with tea, actually. It’s soothing.”

“Deke does that, something he picked up from his mom,” Trevor relied, moving to turn on the electric kettle for her. “What setting?”

“Oh, you’re very sweet, Trevor. Delicate, please.”

He pressed the button and the kettle beeped as it turned on before he went back to his sauce pan.

“Worried about Deke, then?” she asked gently.

“Yeah, I looked after him for so long as the company to keep him safe, it seems so strange to just let him go out in the field without me there. He insisted that he can handle it, and I promised I trust him, so here we are.”

“Cocoa at midnight.”

“Yeah.”

They were quiet for a moment, two, three, their mutual anxieties at home with each other.

“Before I got pregnant, I thought I worried about him, but realizing that there will never be anyone else like Deke if anything happens to him, and the fact that he’s in our life is a miracle in the first place.”

“Yeah, it is,” Trevor agreed.

“So much energy is going into creating this baby, that it’s astounding that in the future, Fitz and I had a baby, and raised that baby, and that baby met someone else’s baby, and they made Deke. It’s – sorry,” she said, wiping away tears as they collected and fell. “Pregnancy hormones.”

“Yeah, my aunt Laura had a baby with her spouse last year, and she said she’s never cried so much,” Trevor said. “Do you have a mug you like?”

“Oh, yes, the tea cup and saucer on the first shelf.”

“And your tea?”

“The herbal blend on the tea shelf with the lotus flower design. One tea bag will do.”

“Okay.” He set to making her tea.

“Thank you, Trevor. It’s very nice to see that Deke has someone to take care of him. He needs it, even if he doesn’t know it, even if he doesn’t believe. He’s always wanted to be the hero, and sometimes, he just needs someone to let him be the damsel. You know?”

Trevor set the tea on the counter in front of her, with a small bowl of sugar, and went back to his cocoa. He ladled out a mug for himself, into a mug clearly bought for him by Deke, with a lemon decal on the side, and then a small cup that he brought over to Jemma. He took out a bag of marshmallows and dropped a few on top.

“It’s good to know he has a family to come home to, no matter what. As much as he wants to be a hero, he wants you and Fitz to be proud of him. He felt outside of the family for a long time, so it’s also nice to see that he’s got you and Fitz, and soon the baby, to love him. He deserves that, and so much more than we could give him most days.”

She nodded and picked up her small cup of cocoa to try. It was smooth, and rich, and the best cocoa she’d ever had.

“The Kahns are geniuses,” she said. “that is delicious.”

“I’ll let my grandmother know you think so. She’s always said there’s nothing a good cup of fresh cocoa can’t do.”

“She was right.”

They drank their tea and cocoa, and Trevor walked her back to her room.

“He’ll be okay, Trevor,” she said, squeezing his shoulder. “He always is. That’s what Deke does. He survives, and comes home.”

Fitz stepped out.

“Oh, thank god, you’re both here. It’s Deke.”

They rushed to the control room where Mack was standing beside Daisy.

“What’s going on?” Jemma demanded.

“Deke’s not answering his comms. He got split from the rest of the team, and there’s no sign of him. We’re sending back-up to the site to search for him before nightfall,” Mack said.

“What happens at nightfall?” Jemma asked.

“It’ll be before freezing, and he’s not equipped for that weather,” Daisy said. Jemma took in a deep breath.

“I’m going with them,” Trevor said.

“I don’t think that’s a good –” Mack started.

“I’m going, too,” Jemma said.

“Jemma,” Fitz said.

“I’m going.”

“You’re pregnant,” Daisy said.

“I know, but he is my grandson, and I am getting him. Do you want to argue with a pregnant woman?”

Daisy paused and said, “no.”

“I’m going.”

“I’ll go with her.”

They dressed in thick layers and hopped in the Zephyr.

“We’re going to bring him home,” Fitz murmured, sitting at her side. Fitz was always at her side, and she could always count on him no matter what. He would be an amazing father to their children, and she couldn’t wait to raise them at his side. “He survives, remember?”

“He survives.”

Deke had gone in with a team of trained SHIELD agents to an old Hydra stronghold in a frozen mountain range in northern Canada which some suspicious activity was starting again. They couldn’t say for sure who had started up anything, but they were just going to take a look and report back. Except, well, this.

They met up with the agents who were scanning the compound.

“He was right behind me, Agent Kahn,” Ramsey said as they approached. “But when we entered one of the labs, he was gone. We’ve checked everywhere, and scanned the entire compound. He’s gone.”

Jemma let out a sharp breath, and pressed her hand to her belly.

“Well,” she said, “he can’t just be gone. He’s somewhere. So, I suggest we spread out, cover as much ground as possible. The sun is going down, and it’s getting cold. We need to bring him home, or at least inside, before that happens.”

They hurried through the floors while a few of the agents who had joined Trevor, Fitz, and Jemma searched outside.

“-pose if this is the end, at least it’ll be like falling asleep,” the comms crackled to life with Deke’s voice as Jemma, Fitz, and Trevor stepped into a large greenhouse in the center of the compound. The air was thick with snow, the glass roof shattered across the ground.

“Deke? Deke, is that you?” Trevor asked into the comms.

“Trev?” His voice was weaker than Jemma had ever heard it.

��Where are you?”

“I dunno, I’m cold, though.”

“Okay, are you outside?”

“Somewhat.”

“That’s, okay, that’s something. Can you see the sky?”

“Yeah, it’s, it’s dark.”

“It is,” Trevor replied. “Is there glass?”

“Glass,” Deke said, “yeah, I think so.”

Trevor stepped into the greenhouse and started down the aisles. Jemma followed cautiously, sweeping the floor as they went.

“We should split up. The greenhouse splits into two here. I can take Alpha Experiments if you’ll take Beta,” Trevor said.

“Be careful.”

They split up, Trevor heading into the left door, while Fitz and Jemma took the right.

“I heard a door,” Deke murmured. “Is that you?”

“Can you hit something near you?” Fitz asked. “Hard as you can, Deke.”

“Yeah.”

There was a metallic banging from the far end of the greenhouse. Jemma raced towards it as best she could, Fitz keeping pace with her. There was another door at the end of their experiment section which they burst through, and then – Jemma saw him.

Trevor was at his side before she really understood.

Deke was laying in the far door, a shard of glass in his side, Trevor’s hand on his arm.

“Deke,” Jemma whimpered, crossing the room after Trevor and carefully kneeling down beside him.

“Hey. Tell me again,” Deke said weakly.

“Really, Deke? Now?”

“Yeah. I’m dying. Humor me.”

“You’re not dying.”

“Trev, there’s a big shard of glass in my side and there has been for a few hours. I don’t even feel the cold or the pain anymore. Tell me.”

“You can have a cat. One cat. You get to name it whatever you want. You just have to live through this, okay? You survive, right? That’s what you’re good at.”

Deke’s hands were covered in his own blood, and he reached out to touch Trevor’s cheek before stopping.

“Fitz, get the evac team here,” Jemma said finally, digging around in her pack for medical supplies. “Trevor, can you move your hand so I can inspect the wound?”

Trevor moved his hand from Deke’s side to his leg, still touching but out of the way.

“Why didn’t they find him?” Trevor asked.

“I don’t know,” Jemma said, taking out a syringe and carefully injected a sedative into Deke’s thigh. “It doesn’t matter. We’ve got him now. Deke, we’re going to get you back to the Zephyr and get you patched up. I’m going to get you a cat.”

“Thanks, Nana,” Deke said as the drugs entered his system, and he started to lull unconscious. She leaned in and kissed his forehead.

“Evac’s here,” Fitz said. They loaded Deke onto the stretcher, Trevor at his side, and hurried him to the Zephyr, the Quinjet from the initial mission now docked. Fitz gripped Jemma’s hand as they moved Deke into the chamber to heal.

“You need some sleep,” Fitz said softly.

“I can’t sleep, not now,” she said.

“Trevor’s with him. The chamber is set to alert us in our bunk if there’s any change, but you are growing a human being and need some rest.”

She looked at Trevor who hadn’t taken his eyes off Deke since they’d found him. He did look up at her and nod.

“I’ve got him, Jemma. Go rest. You need energy to continue making that miracle, right? I’ll take care of this one, you take care of that one.”

Fitz led her away, but she stood at the door, memorizing this moment, Trevor at his boyfriend’s side, Deke asleep in the gentle hum of the medical chamber, Fitz’s hand on her waist, the butterfly flutter of the baby moving, and then she stepped away.

#agents of shield #aosficnet2 #trevordeke #fitzsimmons family #deke shaw #trevor kahn #jemma simmons #leo fitz #50 day fic prompt

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afterspark-podcast · 4 years ago

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My Little Pony/Transformers: Friendship in Disguise, Part 2 Transcript

[This can also be found on AO3!]

[Stinger]

O: [laughing]

S: Like, I told you about this before. You- you know my reasoning, you know where it comes from.

[Intro Music]

O: Welcome back to our April Fools’ Special!

S: For the My Little Pony/Transformers crossover.

O: Today we will go through issues 3 and 4, which will finish this little series and now on to part 1 of issue 3- Fluttershy makes friends, or [clears throat] um, ‘Pet Sounds’.

S: Fluttershy and Discord are in Fluttershy's house having a tea party, when they hear a very loud noise outside.

O: Discord, for reference, is a reformed villain in the series. He's basically just Q from Star Trek if Q were an amalgam of a bunch of different critters all smooshed together. (Including being played by the same actor.) Ah, but he's good friends with Fluttershy at tha- this point in the series, presumably.

S: Outside in a crater, Soundwave emerges concluding that this world is ‘illogical’.

O: Fluttershy asks Discord if he's trying to play a trick on her, but he says even he can't think of something this bizarre.

S: Soundwave scares several of Fluttershy's animal friends, who flee into her house for safety.

O: Fluttershy attempts to calm them by saying, “No one's all bad!” Before she catches sight of Ravage, Ratbat, Rumble, and Laserbeak.

S: Her first instinct is, “I can bond with this person! He has PETS!!!”

O: Pretty much. Fluttershy gathers up a few of her animal friends and flies directly over to Soundwave to introduce herself.

S: Said animal friends do not appear to be happy about this turn of events.

O: I don’t blame them!

S: Soundwave does not detect a threat from Fluttershy, but correctly detects a threat from Discord.

O: Meaning Soundwave can scan for chaos magic.

S: Well, considering Starscream, I'm pretty sure he can just scan for chaos in general.

O: [laughs] That's not a bad way of looking at it! Soundwave begins attacking Discord, while the cassettes make a beeline for Fluttershy

S: Rumble, being the only one who can presumably speak in this group, starts badgering Fluttershy for information about this world's defenses.

O: And also, “Why does everything smell like lavender!?”

S: The Decepticons… I guess, know what lavender smells like.

O: I think the question is, do the Decepticons like what lavender smells like?

S: Very good question. Discord proceeds to make a nu- a nuisance of himself to Soundwave, transforming into a metallic version of himself. With puns even!

O: [snorts] Fluttershy, being Fluttershy, spots a scratch on Ravage's nose.

S: Or a booboo, as she calls it.

O: And pulls out some ‘booboo cream’ to tend the wound.

S: Ravage looks rather disarmed by all of this attention.

O: The rest of the animal cassettes all gather around Fluttershy, while Rumble is in the background getting more annoyed as he protests that it's not a ‘booboo’ it's ‘battle damage’.

S: Rumble backhands the cream out of Fluttershy's... hand? Hoof?

O: Hoof, probably. [laughs]

S: To the shock and chagrin of the rest of the cassettes, Discord, and all of the animals in the vicinity.

O: Fluttershy gets upset because she was, “Trying to be nice!”

S: The other three cassettes turn on Rumble, as Discord transforms Fluttershy's animal friends into little robot versions of themselves. Surprisingly menacing ones! And they all attack Soundwave. Soundwave gets to learn what being attacked by a dozen rabid little bunnies feels like.

O: Rumble attempts to dissuade his fellow cassettes from murder, invoking the ‘f word’. The ‘f word’ being ‘friendship’ here.

S: Fluttershy immediately changes her tune and asks if friendship is what they really care about.

O: Soundwave responds with, “Unquestionably: Friendship superior.”

S: While being covered in a bunch of tiny, rabid, metal animals.

O: Yes. The fighting stops, as Fluttershy says they can start over and be friends.

S: Discord points out that he could just turn them all into little pretty ponies, but doesn't.

O: The animal friends are returned to normal, and Rumble apologizes to Fluttershy.

S: Megatron coms Soundwave at this point, and tells him to meet up with the rest of the Decepticons.

O: Soundwave responds in the affirmative, but with the caveat of, “Eventually.”

S: And the final panel has Soundwave sitting down and looking on at- as his cassettes and Fluttershy frolic.

O: It is a stupidly cute panel.

S: Mm-hmm, Rumble has a bunch of bunnies in his arms.

O: Ravage is playing with a birb.

S: Laserbeak and Ratbat are both giving tiny animals rides.

O: And Discord is giving Soundwave a thumbs up.

S: It's happy communication all around.

O: Right!? Like, this is what Soundwave deserves, okay!? This is my humble opinion- Soundwave should just stay here and be happy. I actually would pay good money for a crossover- like, a crossover fic of them. Just Soundwave helping with like, Fluttershy's animal hospital thing. That sounds so cute! [laughs]

S: It would be a relaxing vacation for him.

O: He deserves a relaxing vacation. My boy deserves a relaxing vacation! Also, just going to pause- if you guys hear creaking, I am super sorry. But we- my neighbor is moving around a lot for some reason, and there's a lot of cranking going on here. So, sorry you can hear that.

S: Issue 3 part 2, “The Flying Fox Trot,” begins with Rainbow Dash reclining on a cloud and chomping on an apple, content with life.

O: At least until Windblade zooms by, dissipating Rainbow's perch.

S: The two introduce themselves to each other and rainbow proclaims herself as, “The fastest in Equestria!”

O: To which, Windblade, seasoned warrior, plane with literal jet engines, asks, “Until I showed up?” Of course, the only way to settle this is with a race, apparently.

S: Considering Rainbow Dash's personality, yeah.

O: Yeah.

S: At the starting line we get cameos from some horse-based Transformers, Mach Kick and Battle Unicorn.

O: Which, honestly, since one’s a horse and one's a unicorn, I'm just amused that these exist at all- in a toy line for boys. And also, I kind of want them on principle.

S: They're-

O: They look amazing. [laughs]

S: With very convoluted transformations.

O: Apparently. Because apparently, you can't, you- you- you- can take the horse out of the organic but you cannot take the horse out of a horse.

S: [laughs]

O: I know that wasn’t right.

S: You can take the organic out of the horse, but not the horse out of the robot.

O: Yes. So it's, uh, anatomy is just about as bad as a real horse is what I'm getting at here. [laughs] Windblade and Rainbow Dash take off and are neck and neck, figuratively speaking, since Windblade doesn't have a neck right now, but whatever. Until they run into a gaggle of Decepticons.

S: Misfire and the Rainmakers not- well, to be specific. And honestly that just sounds like a band name?

O: Jem and the Holograms’ new rival! [laughs] I like- great- okay, okay, I know- I know- I know that we were talking about this in our warm-up, not in the actual episode but if you want to get into weird things you can that like, fit into the Transformers-verse, arguably Jem and the Holograms takes place in the fit into the same continuity. And in fact, there was a G.I. Joe character whose entire backstory is that he was a roadie for Jem and the Holograms, and G.I. Joe definitely takes place in the same universe as Transformers.

[Okay, so like, I’m not wrong per say, but arguably Transformers, Inhumanoids, G.I. Joe, and Jem and the Holograms all take place in the same universe due to the presence of Hector Ramirez in all four series. ~O]

S: And considering the comics, which definitely have had multiple G.I. Joe crossovers.

O: Yeah, but not Jem and the Holograms. Like, I think the last IDW Jem and the Holograms was kind of weird because it didn't- it didn't tie in with the rest of like, the Hasbroverse.

S: Mm.

O: Anyway, I'm sorry, tangent! It just cracks me up that's all.

S: [laughs] The Rainmakers popped up in a season one episode, in G1, when the Autobots had to visit Cybertron.

O: Misfire doesn't show up in G1 till like, very late season four, and by late I mean, season four only has like, what? Three episodes?

S: Mm.

O: But, you know what I mean! And he's more widely known from his IDW appearance with the Scavengers, who are ‘sirs not appearing in this comic’.

S: And also for his incredibly bad name-

B: [laugh]

S: And also for his imp- incredibly bad aim, for which, poor Misfire gets his name.

O: Rainbow Dash suggests doing the ‘Flying Foxtrot.’

S: Which Windblade, understandably, is not familiar with.

O: And I'm half convinced that Rainbow Dash made it up, but whatever! This entire thing seems to be baiting the Cons into shooting heat seeking missiles at the two of them, and then nyrooming behind them so that the missiles hit the Cons instead.

S: The comic ends with Rainbow Dash and Windblade agreeing to a tie and sitting atop a pile of Rainmakers and Misfire. Who all look like they are regretting their life choices.

O: They were defeated by a pony, [speaks while laughing] I would hope they were regretting their life choices! [returns to speaking normally] Issue 4, part 1, is, “Strength in Numbers,” featuring Applejack and the Insecticons.

S: It opens with Applejack being very upset that there are some giant ass bugs in her orchard, eating everything. And, I mean, she unfortunately has a super big pest problem here.

O: Which is a bad thing when her entire income is dependent upon farming.

S: Yep. The Insecticon horde is very happy, and surprisingly cute as they munch on delicious apples and trees.

O: Applejack attempts to chase them off in multiple ways… none of which work.

S: Spraying them with the hose, hitting them with rakes, spraying them with the hose again, and then trying to push them off the apple trees.

O: Back inside her house, she brainstorms more things to try when Discord appears out of nowhere and she too is like, “Are you playin’ a prank, Discord!?”

S: Well, if i lived in ponyverse or-

O: Equestria.

S: Equestria, I think that might have been my first thought too.

O: I mean, fair. Giant insects are eating her apples. Like, who else could do that but Discord on a normal day? [laughs]

S: Mm-hmm. However, Discord says that this stuff is too mundane to be one of his pranks.

O: Applejack asks for his help. He declines, as he'd much prefer to watch this madness, but he does summon all of the Apple Family to aid Applejack.

S: The Apple Clan is here!

O: No, really, like, ALL of them are here. And I am not listing them off, because it's pretty much every single Apple character that appeared in the show at some point.

S: So all of the Apple Clan charge in, and I'm kind of wondering now if he like, showed up and briefed them all- just-

O: [laughs] I think they all saw through the portal, and saw bugs eating apples and were like, “My people are calling me!” [laughs]

S: My- my home needs me!

O: My home needs me, exactly.

S: Babs Seed, Big Mac, and Apple Bloom take out an insecticon by themselves by kicking it,

O: Which are Applejack's cousin, older brother, and little sister, respectively.

S: Several other Apples take out other Insecticons with ropes.

O: And an elderly Apple accidentally kicks one of Bombshell's Cerebral Shells back onto him and then orders him to go away while she's sort of flailing.

S: Accidental mind control, here we are!

O: And the day is saved thanks to the Apples, and we move on to the final chapter of the crossover fittingly called, “Finale.”

S: We open in the Crystal Empire with one of the other princesses of Equestria, Princess Cadence, as several of Twilight’s students report back to her that the Decepticons are nowhere to be found, but are likely planning an attack according to the Autobots.

O: Speaking of attack!

S: [sighs] The wall is smashed in as Megatron, Queen Chrysalis, and their allies arrive and demand that they hand over all the magical artifacts.

O: Twilight Sparkle and Optimus arrive just in time.

S: Optimus attempts to get Megatron to leave with politeness.

O: Surprising no one who's dealt with Megatron for more than 10 seconds, he declines. [laughs]

S: And with a combined call of, “Transform and trot out!” and, “Till everypony are one!” …Oh, so grammatically incorrect.

O: [laughs]

S: The Autobots and their allies go on the offensive.

O: And I get secondhand embarrassment from those lines existing in a printed form.

S: Pinkie Pie throws a pie in poor Soundwave's face.

O: And we get a pretty great two-page spread where a variety of things are happening...

S: Rarity is riding in Arcee's vehicle mode as they launch themselves at Shrapnel.

O: Optimus is punching the crap out of Starscream.

S: Megatron orders Shockwave to just get some magical shit already!

O: Bumblebee goes on a tangent about Equestria's tasteful decor.

S: More bickering back and forth, and went- then Twilight summons the orange cap of shame onto Megatron's Fusion Cannon.

O: For reference, this is referring to the fact that Megatron with his original alt can't normally be sold without said orange cap identifying that he's not a real gun. Which was a thing that was put into place after- or like you know, late 80’s, early 90’s. Um, at least, you know, he can't be sold without this in the states and personally I think it's fucking hilarious.

S: And through the powers of friendship and Spike's awesome skills, the Space Bridge opens and Spike and Grimlock come through and assist. And this is dragon Spike.

O: Yes.

S: Not human Spike.

O: Oh- to which, dragon Spike is wearing adult human Spike’s exo suit though.

S: Mm-hm.

O: To make this more confusing, how many Spikes would you like to go around? That sounds really dirty within the fandom- and I'm gonna move right along!

B: [laugh]

S: Twilight and Optimus use alicorn magic and the Matrix in tandem to send the Decepticons home.

O: One delightful tea and Energon party later… the Autobots arrive back home themselves.

S: Optimus then explodes the space bridge behind them to protect Equestria from the Decepticons.

O: Much to the sadness of the Autobots, who enjoyed their time with their new friends.

S: Unfortunately for the ponies, Shockwave might have figured out a way to bring them to Cybertron instead.

O: And on that sequel bait, the crossover ends. And yes, there is actually a sequel that's been announced. In fact, I think the first issue or two might be out, and we're definitely looking forward to reading it at some point.

S: I feel like I've definitely seen a cover…

O: Other than that, what were your thoughts and feelings about this crossover?

S: The colors and such were really nice, but the cartoony style that the My Little Pony artist used for the robots didn't really work for us.

O: And we want to add, we're not saying they're a bad artist! It was merely a stylistic option that didn't mesh well for us, specifically for the robot characters.

S: Mm-hm.

O: Um, this was further compounded by the fact that normal- like, Transformers artists that we are more used to doing comics, were also involved in other issues. And so, they were drawing the robots better, and then the ponies also didn't look like terribly off model or something. So it was just less distracting when they were doing it.

S: Mm.

O: Overall the special was good, and we recommend it to you if you like Transformers and My Little Pony.

S: Not that you should, you know, wait for our recommendation or anything.

O: [laughs] Uh, the Fluttershy/Soundwave chapter was a standout for both of us.

S: It was very cute, and I really enjoyed how emotive the non-speaking cassettes were.

O: I loved seeing the poor man have to deal with Discord's nonsense.

S: I feel like... we could have done with something longer having him deal with Discord’s nonsense.

O: I- yeah, it was constrained in the way that they did this, where each- there were only four issues, and each issue was- was split into two parts.

S: Yeah, and it's only 24 pages an issue or something. So it's very- they're very minimal and very constrained.

O: Right.

S: It's just an issue with the medium. I also really enjoyed the Spike/Grimlock chapter, because it was nice to see them both admiring each other's qualities, and supporting each other, and just being so uplifting.

O: And cute!

S: Mm-hm.

O: My second favorite was probably the Pinkie Pie chapter though, because it was just completely batshit insane. Uh, just- again, Shockwave had a whisk and a spatula, because he was planning on eating the ponies. I- where do I go with that? How do I make that better!? I can't, that's the answer! [laughs]

S: Shockwave just really wants to- to practice his, um…

O: Culinary arts? [laughs]

S: Yeah. I don't know, the implication that Cybertronians have culinary arts is- it just kind of weirds me out.

O: [continues laughing] Yeah, but- but Gauge was like, “I have a recipe!”

S: I know! Well, that's the entire implication, it's just like, oh. Mm.

O: I love that we probably got more actual like, culinary cannon from a fucking My Little Pony crossover than any of the other Transformers comics combined!

S: Yeah.

O: That's weird! [laughs]

S: I mean, the fact that it does come from effectively a pre-war era does mean that we'd potentially get more culture.

O: Eh, yeah. I mean, but I don't think this was pre-war. It seemed like it was mid-war?

S: I know, but just the fact that the uh, IDW2 is mostly pre-war.

O: Ah, that's true, that's true.

S: The characters all felt in character, the relationships were entertaining and sweet, and barring the one artist everyone was very expressive.

O: And with that, thanks for joining us for our April Fools’ special. We hope ya’ll enjoyed, join us next time as we go back to business with episode 43, The Golden Lagoon.

S: Yay. And that just about wraps it up for us today. Remember to check us out on Tumblr or Pillowfort as Afterspark-Podcast, for any additional information, show notes, or links you may have mentioned. You can also find us on Facebook and Twitter at AftersparkPod (all one word), and various other locations by searching for ‘Afterspark Podcast’ such as AO3, iTunes, Spotify and Youtube, just to name a few. And feel free to send us questions on Tumblr, Youtube or AO3. Till next time, I'm Specs!

O: And I’m Owls!

S: Toodles.

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