I Have Just Learned That The Tsc Universe Has A Character Named Kethryllianalæmacisii And My Life Is

Soft, open, in love thomastair is what I live for 😍😍

Hello! Would you might make a Thomastair fic? No particular prompts but those lines: "I hate you" "a bold saying when your face is buried in my chest"

You can change whatever you want I just want you to write Thomastair I love how you write them plsss ❤

Thank you so much!!! Sorry it took so long to get around to!!

Alastair found Thomas where he normally was, situated in the merry thieves room at the Devil’s Tavern. He was sitting on the couch talking to Christopher while Matthew and James laughed at the table on the other side of the room. Cordelia and Lucie were sitting next to them, both looking amused at whatever Matthew and James had said.

   Alastair walked over to Thomas and sat down in his lap with a hmph. Thomas’s arms immediately wrapped around him and he nuzzled his nose into Alastair’s neck. “Bad day?” He asked softly and Alastair just nodded, finally allowing himself to relax in his boyfriend’s arms.

   Christopher watched them with a soft smile. “I’m going to go shower, this is starting to burn.” He said, pausing as he walked by them to ruffle Thomas’s hair. “I did tell you to wash it off as soon as it got on you but you chose to ignore that.” Christopher laughed and shook his head.

  “Admittedly, it would have been wise but alas this is why you’re the responsible one.” Thomas laughed as he watched his cousin disappear into the bathroom.

   Thomas turned his attention back to the dark-haired man in his lap. He kissed Alastair’s neck lovingly. “Want to talk about it?” He asked quietly. Alastair nodded and squirmed around until they were chest to chest with Alastair straddling Thomas’s legs. Thomas raised an amused eyebrow but Alastair was too wrapped up in his story to acknowledge it.

   “I had to go shopping with Cordelia this morning for her dress but I got up late so I had to rush and meet Cordelia at Anna’s before we left and she’d already left which meant I had to go and walk all the way there. By the time I got there, Anna and Cordelia were already done but they invited me to lunch so I went with them but they only had Strawberry toast.” Alastair broke off and gave Thomas an irked look. “Strawberry. You know how much I hate strawberry.”

   Thomas laughed at his boyfriends absolutely uncalled for hatred of strawberries. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows in mock anger. “How dare they.” He said and pressed their foreheads together. Alastair leaned into it with closed eyes.

   “And then I had patrol but I was late because I had to find something other than strawberry toast to eat, so my partner went without me because another person was there already and his partner was late so guess who I got to patrol with?” Thomas raised a questioning eyebrow and Alastair threw his head back exasperated. “Charles. I had to patrol with Charles because I was late like an idiot.”

   Thomas wore an impassive expression but Alastair didn’t miss the way Thomas’s arms tightened possessively as he buried his head in Alastair’s chest. “Darling, you don’t have anything to worry about, especially not with Charles.” Thomas mumbled something incoherently that sounded a bit like ‘I know,’ and Alastair smirked. 

   “Not saying, of course, you don’t have to watch out for others though. You’d be surprised by all the wonderful people I’ve had for patrols.” Alastair could practically hear Thomas’s frown as his grip tightened even more as Alastair laughed.

   “I hate you.” Thomas said, his voice muffled by Alastair’s shirt. “That’s a bold statement coming from someone who has their head buried in my chest. Thomas pulled his face away with a frown that Alastair quickly kissed away.

   “No frowning, it’s my bad day, not your’s love.” Thomas laughed a little and rested back against the couch cushions, his arms dragging Alastair with him. Alastair laid comfortably on Thomas’s chest as he continued his story.

   “I had to walk with him for two hours while he droned on and on about Grace.” Alastair lifted his head briefly so Thomas could see the disbelief on his face. “He was trying to make me jealous. Jealous.” He added again for emphasis. “When that obviously didn’t work he started telling me sorry about all the things he did as if I’d honestly take him back.” 

  Alastair pulled his face away from Thomas’s chest and kissed his cheek before resting his forehead on Thomas’s. “As if I’d leave you for anyone. You’re the best person I know and he bloody knows we’re together so I don’t understand the effort he’s putting into this.” Thomas gave him a soft smile and shook his head, Alastair’s moving too.

   “It’s because he finally realized what he had. He just realized it too late and by the angel, I’m glad about that.” Alastair laughed quietly and wrapped his arms around Thomas’s neck before nuzzling his face where his shoulder and neck met. 

   Thomas kissed his hair and ran a soothing hand up and down his back as Alastair snuggle closer. “I love you.” Alastair said softly, the overwhelming warmth settling in his chest as it always did when he was near Thomas. 

   “I love you too.” Thomas said, his tone matching Alastair’s in a way that made his stomach flutter. 

   “Okay lovebirds, scoot over so you’re not hogging the only comfortable seating.” Cordelia said as she plopped down beside them. Thomas laughed and scooted over, his hands on Alastair’s thighs to lift him up so Alastair could stay in his lap.

  Cordelia smiled at her brother warmly and mouthed, ‘So whipped’. Alastair rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the bright smile that graced his face. 

   Lucie sat on the other side of Cordelia and scooted her until Cordelia was sitting in front of Lucie and Lucie got on her knees behind her. Cordelia closed her eyes as Lucie ran her fingers through Cordelia’s dark red hair, folding piece over piece as she braided it.

   Alastair sighed and relaxed completely against Thomas as his hands worked out the tense spots in his back and shoulders. Alastair was so comfortable and felt so safe that not even Matthew’s innocent teasing riled him up into a meaningless fight like normal.

   Alastair felt a wave of gratitude wash over him for Thomas who seemed to make all his dark, bad days into light ones that he appreciated more than Thomas would ever know.

Thank you Jace, for proving to my friends that my hate for cucumbers is not irrational and if they still want to eat those disgusting green things they are contradicting the one and only Jace herondale.

Can we appreciate the fact that the Academy closed down bwcause of the efforts of a Herondale, a Fairchild, and two Lightwoods, and reopened because of the efforts of a Herondale, a Fairchild, and two Lightwoods

I have just been informed that Aline is actually pronounced ah-leen in contrast to the ah-line I have been saying throughout my whole tsc fangirl career and I am currently suffering from my brain collapsing.

It's the legendary post I was literally just looking for this

Parabatai Mambo

A little bit of JEMMA in my life

A little bit of JALEC by my side

A little bit of WAYWOOD is all I need

A little bit of HERONCHILD is what I see

A little bit of CARSDALE in the sun

A little bit of HERONSTAIRS all night long

A little bit of fanservice here I am

A little bit of feels makes me your man

As much as I fucking love Lily I am already devestated anticipating what exactly will happen in twp with her and janus

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

Jem, watching Kit and Mina together: look at them, Tessa. Look how he teaches her so well

Tessa: sure

*meanwhile*

Kit: what do we say when someone hurts the people that we love?

Mina: we stab them in the knee

Kit: that’s my girl. And what do we say when the people that we love are angry at us for stabbing someone

Mina: you’re not the boss of me

Kit: perfect

Okay, can you do Dialogue Prompt 8 for kitty, pls?

Kit knew reconnecting with the Blackthorn’s would be hard, it was why he had put it off for so long. It’s why he was sitting in his room at the LA Institute at three in the morning contemplating all his life decisions instead of reading Sherlock Holmes with Ty or watching horror movies with Dru.

He knew that he should be sleeping but he couldn’t get his mind off of Ty’s blank expressions, and carefully hidden emotions. Ever since Kit had come back Ty had only said about two sentences to him, everyone else had warmed back up to him but Ty wouldn’t, not that Kit blamed him. He knew for a fact that if the roles were reversed Kit would probably be worse than Ty right now.

   He counted it as a blessing.

   Finally, around 4 A.M. Kit fell into a fitful sleep full of empty gray eyes and desperate I love you’s.

   Kit woke up gasping for air, shooting out of his bed so fast he made himself sick. Kit scrambled off his bed and barely made it to the trashcan in the corner of his room before his stomach emptied itself.

   He had dreamt all night about Ty and his insistent need to ignore Kit all the time, he had fallen into a dream about the day his father was murdered, something that only ever happens when Kit is too upset to keep his mind off of it.

   The tears were falling down his face quickly and he tried to catch his breath, broken sobs coming out of his mouth far too loud than he wished. He tried desperately to calm himself, overly aware of the fact that Ty’s room was right across from his and that Ty was a very light sleeper. 

   Kit choked on a sob and heard the door creak open, another sob racked his body as he gave up on trying to be quiet. Someone came to stand next to him and through blurry eyes, he realized it was Ty, who else would it be?

   Kit tried to take in calming breaths but couldn’t get any in. He felt a hand on his shoulder, a light weight somewhat unsure. Without thinking, Kit turned and buried his head in Ty’s chest, long slender arms wrapped around him and he couldn’t find it in himself to muffle the sounds anymore.

   Kit was trembling while Ty just whispered soothingly to him, chin resting on Kit’s head. “Whisper, cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.” Ty repeated softly, his calloused hands running gently through Kit’s tangled hair.

  A feeling of affection washed over Kit as he realized Ty was saying his words, words he was sure that Ty had forgotten, from a conversation what felt like years ago. Ty had remembered though, Kit had remembered Ty’s but he had little faith that Ty would remember his, Ty had always used his brain to store useful knowledge and Kit didn’t count his comfort words as useful knowledge.

   “Kit you’re okay.” Ty whispered softly into Kit’s hair, having shifted so he could bury his face in Kit’s blonde curls. Kit let out a weak whimper. He was considerably calmer now, something that only happened with Ty, but he didn’t want to pull away yet. He didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, he wanted this all the time with Ty, the comfort of having him back, he didn’t want to go back to acquaintances who barely talked to one another.

   Instead of pulling away Kit shifted so he could lay his head in Ty’s lap, somewhat stiffly. Ty continued running his hands through Kit’s hair and Kit couldn’t hold back the sad sound that slipped out of his mouth.

   Ty’s hand stilled momentarily before continuing, Kit couldn’t take the silence anymore and closed his eyes tightly, pain radiating in his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Kit repeated, desperately trying to make Ty understand whilst also trying to come up with better words. 

   The words died on Kit’s tongue when Ty pulled away, Kit’s head falling to the soft mattress. Kit didn’t have the energy to lift his head back up, instead choosing to curl into himself slightly, attempting to prepare himself for Ty inevitably telling Kit that this changed nothing and he wasn’t forgiven.

   He didn’t deserve to be forgiven for what he did to Ty anyway. He makes a mistake in leaving he was well aware of that, though he couldn’t help hope bubbling in his chest.

   Whatever Kit had been expecting it wasn’t for Ty to lay down next to him and in a slightly hesitant voice say, “You know I’m always here for you right?” Kit froze, his mind automatically taking defense mode. 

   Ty didn’t care about him, Kit had hurt him more than anyone ever should have. He didn’t deserve Ty being there for him, he didn’t deserve his forgiveness, he didn’t even deserve the kindness Ty and the rest of the Blackthorn’s had given him.

   Kit looked desperately at Ty. “No. No.” Kit said, hysteria climbing in his voice. The tears were coming again, faster this time. “No.” Kit repeated, voice breaking embarrassingly. Ty shook his head fiercely, his voice stubborn and unwavering. “I am. I’ll always be here for you.” Kit shook his head bringing his hands up to his face in a weak attempt to hide his tears.

   “You shouldn’t be. Ty, I don’t deserve that. You don’t- you shouldn’t- I can’t-” Kit broke off with a pitiful cry and suddenly Ty’s arms were around him again. Ty hugged him tighter than before, one arm wound tightly around his back, his hand knotting in the soft fabric of Kit’s pajama shirt, the other holding Kit’s head to his chest.

   Kit melted into Ty, his arms going around Ty’s middle, tears soaking Ty’s gray shirt. Ty buried his head in Kit’s neck and Kit realized with a start that it wasn’t just him trembling. Kit went to pull back, afraid he had upset Ty with the amount of physical touch he was giving but Ty just held him closer which only made Kit cry harder. Kit cursed himself for holding his emotions in which was causing him to cry far more than he normally would.

   “It doesn’t matter whether you deserve it or not, which you do, by the way, it’s my choice Christopher and I mean it, I will always be here for you.” Kit hugged him tightly, his hands twisting in Ty’s, holding him desperately afraid that if he let go Ty would disappear and Kit would wake up again.

   “I’m sorry.” Kit said breathlessly and he felt rather than saw Ty shake his head. “Stop. Don’t be, you’re okay Kit.” Ty paused for a moment before stating quietly, “And so are we. We’re okay Kit.” He said, the hand on his waist rubbing calming circles on Kit’s skin where his shirt had ridden up.

   They stayed like that for another hour, holding each other mumbling short apologies and calming words, before they both fell asleep in Kit’s bed.

   It wasn’t perfect and Kit knew he still had a lot to do to make it up to Ty but it was a start. And when Kit woke up and found Ty next to him, arm still thrown protectively over his side he made a silent oath to never be the cause of Ty’s pain again, silently swearing to protect him from whatever the world threw at him.

   This promise was one Kit intended on keeping.

Tessa showing up to ruin Alec & Magnus’s vacation in TRSOM: