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secretosdeblackthornhall · 2 years

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Emma a Bruce

Estimado Bruce,

Espero que me perdones si estoy un poco pensativa hoy. No queda nadie aquí en Blackthorn Hall excepto Julian y yo, y hay una especie de tranquila paz en el lugar. Jules está arriba en su estudio y yo estoy sentada en la cama, escribiendo y pensando en los últimos meses.

Algo está terminando, Bruce. Todavía hay muchas cosas que están sin resolver, por supuesto: el peligro para Kit proveniente Faerie y lo que sea que esté pasando con la Cohorte en Idris. Alec tiene algún tipo de contacto mínimo con ellos, pero quién sabe cómo se desarrollará eso. Pero entre todo eso, algo está llegando a su fin para Julian y para mí, y no sé qué vendrá después.

(Bueno, está bien, ¿mucho dramatismo, Emma? Lo sé, solo un poco. Ve más abajo).

Tal vez es solo que los constructores se han ido y me he acostumbrado al sonido de ellos moviéndose a todas horas. Round Tom nos dio un discurso de despedida lírico que (a) se prolongó durante cinco minutos completos, que es un tiempo muy largo para que alguien se despida, y (b) fue muy amistoso y también incluyó la línea: “Emoción y aventuras son sus compañeros cercanos, y yo soy solo un modesto constructor de viviendas, por lo que espero no volver a encontrarme con ninguno de ustedes mientras viva”.

Julian estaba molesto por eso. Señalé que las hadas no pueden mentir, y él señaló que Round Tom no necesitaba mencionarlo en absoluto. Lo cual, fue bastante justo. Julian también señaló que no es que el trabajo habitual de Tom para los miembros de los tribunales esté exactamente libre de drama. Otro buen punto de Jules. Las hadas son los subterráneos más dramáticos. Como, más dramáticos que los vampiros, y pasan todo el tiempo diciendo: "Oh, soy un no-muerto, cómo estoy maldito, déjame aplicar más delineador de ojos".

Oh, bueno, no buscábamos ser amigos cercanos de Round Tom. Hizo un buen trabajo y fue muy cortés sobre lo feliz que estaba de alejarse de esta casa.

Una vez que él y su equipo se fueron, caminamos un poco por los jardines, pero Julian dijo que sentía que tenía todos los detalles de la casa y los jardines tallados en su cerebro, así que dejamos la casa solos por un rato y bajamos a el río.

Hay un pequeño parque al otro lado del Támesis de Chiswick; es una reserva natural llamada Leg O' Mutton Reservoir y tiene un hermoso sendero para caminar alrededor del propio embalse. (Además, ¿no es eso lo más inglés que has escuchado? ¿Por qué gran parte de Londres es tan jodidamente encantador?) Es un poco molesto ya que tenemos que caminar una milla sólida hasta el Puente Barnes solo para llegar a el lado derecho del río, pero era una hermosa tarde cálida y era agradable caminar, Julian y yo paseamos juntos cómodamente, una de mis formas favoritas de ser.

Julian hizo unos sándwiches fríos de pollo y nos los llevamos junto con un poco de limonada (Bruce, es posible que haya desarrollado una peligrosa adicción a la limonada británica. Estoy segura de que hay alguna forma de conseguirla en Los Ángeles, ¿verdad? ¡¿Verdad?!) y nos sentamos en una pequeña manta junto al embalse y vimos a los cormoranes bucear en busca de peces.

Me sentía tranquila y en paz, así que, por supuesto, era el momento perfecto para arruinar eso sacando a relucir un tema difícil. Estaba demasiado relajado para recordar que estaba estresado por eso. Dije algo como, “Es tan hermoso aquí. Pero…” Julian me miró, no preocupado, solo curioso, entonces dije, “No estoy segura de querer vivir a tiempo completo en Londres. Sé que acabamos de gastar todo este tiempo, esfuerzo y dinero en arreglar la mansión de tu familia y todo eso”.

Pensé que Julian estaría enojado o triste, así que no estaba realmente preparado para su reacción real, que describiría como "desconcertado".

“Nunca pensé que estaríamos aquí a tiempo completo”, dijo, como si la idea nunca se le hubiera ocurrido. “Supuse que dividiríamos nuestro tiempo entre Los Ángeles y aquí. Pero solo si eso era lo que querías”.

No sé por qué dijo eso último, porque seguramente pudo ver que ya no me veía preocupada sino como si estuviera a punto de besarlo. "¿Quieres decir, mitad y mitad?" Yo dije.

Se encogió de hombros con facilidad. “Lo que nos guste. LA cuando hace frío y llueve aquí, Londres cuando hace calor y quema allá”.

Entonces sí lo besé, así que me saltaré los próximos cinco minutos, que seguramente a ti, Bruce, no te interesan. Hubo muchos besos con sabor a limonada y, finalmente, Jules me besó en la oreja (lo que me pone caliente). Chispas chispeantes suben y bajan por mi columna cada vez)

"Dondequiera que estés es donde está mi hogar, lo sabes, ¿verdad?"

Me dijo

“Claro,” dije, porque era algo dulce y romántico para él decirlo. Pero parecía más concentrado.

"No, quiero decir…" Él negó con la cabeza. “No es como si dividiéramos nuestro tiempo entre mi casa aquí en Londres y tu casa allí en Los Ángeles. Yo también tengo una casa en Los Ángeles. Y usted tiene un hogar aquí. Blackthorn Hall pertenece a mi familia y tú, Emma, eres mi familia. Y nosotros —me miró intensamente— siempre estaremos juntos. A menos que eso no sea lo que quieres. Eres la única persona a la que he amado románticamente, Emma. Y quiero pasar el resto de mi vida con eso siendo verdad”.

No tuve que hacer una pausa para pensar en ello. “Yo también”, dije.

Había pensado antes en lo que significaría para nosotros comprometernos, pero parece demasiado pronto para eso. Este tipo de compromiso, estas promesas, se sienten correctas y verdaderas.

Él sonrió ante eso y exhaló, como si hubiera estado un poco nervioso. Luego se puso de pie y extendió una mano para ayudarme a levantarme y dijo: “Volvamos a la casa. Tengo algo que enseñarte."

“Apuesto a que sí,” dije, y usualmente decir algo así, en el tono en que lo dije, es bueno para otros cinco minutos que no detallaré aquí. Pero ya sabes, es Julian, tenía una abeja en el sombrero, y caminamos a casa un poco más rápido de lo que habíamos caminado allí.

Cuando entramos, subió directamente al salón de baile. Sabía lo que estaba pasando, por supuesto, su proyecto secreto en el que ha estado trabajando todo el tiempo que hemos estado aquí. En cierto modo le perdí la pista, con el fantasma y la maldición y todo, y no me había dado cuenta de que había seguido trabajando en eso todo este tiempo. Probablemente temprano en la mañana antes de que nadie más (o el sol) saliera.

Puso una gran cortina delante de él como el idiota que es, e iba a bromear con él por eso, pero luego la bajó y vi todo el mural. Ocupa toda la pared allí arriba, y es simplemente hermoso. Toda la familia allí, todos los Blackthorn. Cada uno de ellos es...

No, eso no está bien.

Porque yo también estoy en el mural. Estoy allí con el resto de la familia, rodeado de ellos. Y cada uno de nosotros está rodeado de flores. Flores blancas para todos los que han fallecido. Incluso Rupert estaba allí, y los padres de Julian, rodeados de pétalos blancos. Y Livvy, encima, envuelta en alas blancas.

Y flores rojas para los que seguimos aquí. Helen, Aline, Mark, Ty, Dru y Tavvy...

Comencé a llorar básicamente de inmediato, ya sabes, el buen tipo de llanto, el llanto de amor y asombro y estar abrumado por el sentimiento. Julian me preguntó:

"¿Te gusta?"

Me gusta. Es tan hermoso y perfecto para este momento, cuando las cosas están terminando y las nuevas aún están por comenzar. Y lo hace sentir como Blackthorn Hall, de verdad: los Blackthorn que conozco, que amo, no los extraños hace cien años que fueron responsables de lo que le sucedió. Me hace sentir como si una gran rueda hubiera girado y ambos estuviéramos al principio y al final de algo nuevo y emocionante. Por primera vez desde que llegué aquí, fui a sentarme en la cama para escribirte y pensé: “Estoy en nuestra habitación en nuestra casa”, y me sentí bien.

Buenas noches Bruce. Voy a ponerte en una estantería después de esto, la que está en mi lado de nuestra cama. Felicitaciones, ahora también eres parte de Blackthorn Hall.

Emma

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secretsdeblackthornhall · 27 days

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De Emma à Bruce

Cher Bruce,

J’espère que tu ne m’en voudras pas d’être un peu méditative aujourd’hui. Il ne reste plus personne à Blackthorn Hall à part Julian et moi, et une sorte de paisible silence règne sur la maison. Jules est à l’étage dans son studio et je suis assise sur le lit, en train d’écrire et de repenser à ces derniers mois.

Quelque chose prend fin, Bruce. Il se passe encore beaucoup de choses qui ne sont pas résolues, bien sûr : Kit qui est menacé par le Royaume des Fées, et ce qu’il peut bien se passer avec la Cohorte à Idris. Alec a établi un contact restreint avec eux, mais qui sait comment ça va évoluer. Néanmoins, au milieu de tout ça, quelque chose prend fin pour Julian et moi, et je ne sais pas ce qui va suivre.

(Ah, donc on fait dans le dramatique, Emma ? J’ai une petite idée. Lis la suite.)

Peut-être que c’est simplement parce que les entrepreneurs sont partis alors que je m’étais habituée à les entendre s’affairer toute la journée. Round Tom nous a fait un discours d’adieu lyrique qui (a) a duré cinq bonnes minutes, ce qui est très long pour que quelqu’un dise au revoir, et (b) était à la fois très aimable et incluait la phrase : « La passion et l’aventure vous accompagnent toujours, et je ne suis qu’un modeste constructeur d’habitations, j’espère donc ne jamais revoir aucun d’entre vous de toute ma vie. »

Ça a contrarié Julian. Je lui ai fait remarquer que les elfes ne pouvaient pas mentir, et il m’a fait remarquer que Round Tom n’avait pas du tout besoin de mentionner ça. Très juste. Julian a ajouté que ce n’était pas comme si le travail habituel de Tom pour les membres des Cours était dénué de rebondissements. Un autre bon point pour Jules. Les elfes sont les Créatures Obscures les plus mélodramatiques. En tout cas, plus dramatiques que les vampires, et ils passent leur temps à dire « oh je suis un mort-vivant, oh je suis maudit, que je mette plus d’eyeliner ».

Enfin bref, nous ne cherchions à devenir des amis proches de Round Tom. Il a fait du bon travail, et il s’est montré poli concernant la joie qu’il avait de quitter cette maison.

Une fois que lui et ses ouvriers étaient tous partis, nous nous sommes baladés un peu dans les jardins, mais Julian avait l’impression que chaque détail de la maison et du terrain était gravé dans son cerveau. Nous avons quitté la maison un moment pour aller le long du fleuve.

Il y a un petit parc en face de Chiswick de l’autre côté de la Tamise : c’est un réservoir naturel qui s’appelle le Leg O’ Mutton Reservoir, entouré d’une jolie promenade. (D’ailleurs, n’est-ce pas le nom le plus anglais que tu aies jamais entendu ? Pourquoi y a-t-il tant de trucs aussi charmants dans Londres ?) C’est un peu pénible parce que nous devons marcher plus d’un kilomètre et demi jusqu’au Barnes Bridge juste pour aller sur l’autre rive, mais c’était une agréable chaude soirée et c’était sympa de marcher, Julian et moi nous baladant tranquillement, l’une des choses que je préfère.

Julian avait préparé des sandwiches au poulet, et nous avions aussi emmené de la limonade. (Bruce, il se peut que j’aie développé une dangereuse addiction à la limonade britannique. Je suis certaine que c’est possible d’en trouver à Los Angeles, non ? C’est possible ?!) Nous nous sommes assis sur une petite couverture à côté du réservoir et avons regardé les cormorans qui pêchaient.

J’étais sereine, paisible, alors bien évidemment c’était le moment idéal pour tout gâcher en abordant un sujet désagréable. J’étais trop détendue pour me souvenir de m’en inquiéter.

- C’est tellement beau ici, ai-je commencé. Mais…

Julian s’est tourné vers moi, pas soucieux, simplement curieux, alors j’ai continué :

- Je ne suis pas sûre de vouloir vivre à plein temps à Londres. Je sais que nous venons de passer du temps, de faire des efforts et de dépenser de l’argent pour rénover le manoir de ta famille et tout ça.

J’ai cru que Julian allait être en colère, ou triste, alors je ne m’attendais pas vraiment à sa véritable réaction, que je décrirais comme un air « dérouté ».

- Je n’ai jamais pensé que nous vivrions ici à plein temps, a-t-il admis, comme si cette idée ne lui était jamais passée par la tête. J’ai supposé que nous partagerions notre temps entre LA et ici. Mais seulement si c’était ce que tu voulais.

Je ne sais pas pourquoi il a dit cette dernière phrase, mais il voyait certainement que je n’étais plus inquiète mais plutôt sur le point de l’embrasser.

- C’est-à-dire, moitié-moitié ?

- Peu importe, ce qui nous conviendra, a-t-il répondu avec un haussement d’épaules. Los Angeles quand il fait froid et qu’il pleut ici, Londres quand le soleil est brulant là-bas.

Et je l’ai embrassé à ce moment-là, alors je vais faire une ellipse sur les cinq minutes qui ont suivi, qui ne t’intéressent sûrement pas, Bruce. Il y a eu beaucoup de baisers au gout de limonade puis Jules m’a embrassé l’oreille (ce qui crée à chaque fois un feu d’artifice le long de ma colonne vertébrale) en disant :

- Chez moi, c’est là où tu es, tu le sais, ça ?

- Bien sûr.

C’était mignon et romantique de sa part de dire ça, mais il avait l’air plus sérieux.

- Non, je veux dire… a-t-il lâché en secouant la tête. Ce n’est pas comme si nous allions partager notre temps entre ma maison ici à Londres et ta maison là-bas à Los Angeles. J’ai aussi une maison à Los Angeles. Et tu as une maison ici. Blackthorn Hall appartient à ma famille et toi, Emma, tu es ma famille. Et nous serons toujours ensemble, a-t-il ajouté avec un regard intense. Sauf si ce n’est pas ce que tu souhaites. Tu es la seule personne pour qui j’aie jamais eu des sentiments, Emma. Et je veux que ça soit vrai pour le reste de ma vie.

Je n’ai pas eu à prendre le temps de réfléchir à ce que j’allais dire.

- Moi aussi.

J’avais déjà pensé à ce que ça signifierait pour nous de nous fiancer, mais j’ai l’impression que c’est trop tôt. Ce genre d’engagements, ces promesses, me semblent justes.

Il a souri et expiré, comme s’il avait été un peu nerveux. Puis il s’est levé et m’a tendu la main pour m’aider à me relever.

- Rentrons à la maison. J’ai quelque chose à te montrer, a-t-il annoncé.

- Je n’en doute pas.

D’habitude, quand je dis quelque chose comme ça, sur ce ton-là, ça nous mène à cinq autres minutes que je ne vais pas détailler ici. Mais tu sais, c’est Julian, il était obnubilé par cette idée, et nous sommes rentrés à la maison un peu plus vite qu’à l’aller.

Une fois arrivés, il est tout de suite monté dans la salle de bal. Je savais ce qu’il tramait, bien sûr : son projet secret sur lequel il travaillait depuis que nous sommes ici. Je l’avais un peu oublié, entre le fantôme, la malédiction et tout le reste, et je ne m’étais pas rendu compte qu’il avait continué pendant tout ce temps. Certainement tôt le matin avant que quiconque (ou le soleil) ne soit levé.

Il avait accroché un grand rideau devant, le blaireau, et j’allais me moquer de lui quand il l’a décroché, et j’ai vu la fresque en entier. Ça recouvre l’intégralité du mur et c’est magnifique. Toute la famille est là, tous les Blackthorn. Chacun est…

Non, ce n’est pas exact.

Parce que je suis aussi dans la fresque. Je suis juste là avec le reste de la famille, entourée. Chacun d’entre nous est au milieu de fleurs. Des fleurs blanches pour tous ceux qui ont disparu. Même Rupert est là, et les parents de Julian, dans un cercle de pétales blancs. Et Livvy tout en haut, enveloppée dans des ailes blanches.

Et des fleurs rouges pour ceux qui sont toujours là. Helen et Aline, Mark, Ty, Dru et Tavvy…

Je me suis mise à pleurer presque instantanément, tu vois, ces pleurs de joies, d’amour et d’émerveillement quand on est submergé par l’émotion.

- Ça te plait ? a demandé Julian.

Oui, ça me plait. C’est tellement beau et parfait pour ce moment, où des choses prennent fin et de nouvelles choses vont commencer. Et ça fait de cette maison Blackthorn Hall à juste titre… la maison des Blackthorn que je connais, que j’aime, pas les gens bizarres du siècle dernier qui étaient responsables de ce qui est arrivé. Ça me donne l’impression qu’une immense roue a tourné et que nous sommes à la fois au début et à la fin de quelque chose de nouveau et d’exaltant. Pour la première fois depuis que je suis arrivée ici, je suis allée m’assoir dans la chambre pour t’écrire et je me suis dit « Je suis dans notre chambre dans notre maison » et j’en suis contente.

Bonne nuit, Bruce. Je vais te poser sur une étagère quand j’aurai fini, celle de mon côté du lit. Félicitations : maintenant tu fais aussi partie de Blackthorn Hall.

Emma.

Texte original de Cassandra Clare ©

Traduction d’Eurydice Bluenight ©

Illustration d’Audrey Estok ©

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walkingaftermidnight07 · 2 years

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Ty x Kit Reunion, from Kit's POV

hey y'all, here's something I thought I'd do, to get it all out of my system. I will admit i may or may not have cried while writing this but that's not the point.

anyways, enjoy! like, comment your thoughts, rb so that others can see it!!!

my kit x ty playlist to listen to while you read if you want :D

(and yes, it is hella angsty, thank you very much XD)

@nurceb @cakegatedisaster @tys-kitty all of y'all replied to my posts about it so imma tag you in this :D

edit: ive now written a Ty POV version, which is linked here!

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Reunion - Kit Herondale x Ty Blackthorn, from Kit’s POV

Kit had decided that if he wanted to be left alone, away from the prying eyes of everyone else in the house, the kitchen was his best bet. He couldn’t forget the way that Tessa and Jem had jumped forward to protect Mina, as if he was a danger to her. His stomach dropped as he remembered the fear that had flashed through Tessa’s eyes for a brief moment, before it was gone.

He would never hurt Mina, would he?

He wouldn’t hurt her intentionally, that much he knew.

That didn’t necessarily mean he couldn’t, though.

He looked back down at his hands, still holding the gun. There was some sort of black stuff smudged on it, and it rubbed off on Kit’s hands when he touched it.

He may as well clean the gun, then.

Of course, he wasn’t exactly sure how to. But how hard could it be?

His face was slightly scrunched up in concentration as he held up the gun, about to—

“That’s not how you clean a gun.”

Kit’s head whipped up, shocked, dropping the gun, because he knew that voice.

He’d heard that voice in his dreams, in his memories, in his nightmares.

The voice conjures up a memory in his mind: a dark night, a pale face with floppy black hair, illuminated by the moon. And those gray eyes….the eyes he will never forget. The hurt in those eyes when he said those last words, laced with venom, as he struggled not to break.

“I wish I’d never known you.”

Ty. It was Ty, in the kitchen with him, the remains of a Portal behind him.

Kit’s breath caught in his throat, and he was hit by so many things all at once. Confusion. What was Ty even doing here? Surprise. Sadness. Anger.

So so so much anger. It burned through his body in waves, rolling off of him.

Anger, as he remembered the last time he had seen Ty. He remembered again, his words to Ty that night, and his eyes filled with tears. He blinked them back.

“You think this will make your family stronger, but it will destroy them, if you bring her back. You think you can’t survive without Livvy, but you can. We will go through it together. I love you, Ty. I love you.”

He remembered again Ty’s blank expression at his words. Like he didn’t even care. Like he didn’t care that Kit had put everything on the line in that moment. Because Ty didn’t care about him, that much he knew now. Ty would never care about him. Because, in the end, Kit meant nothing to Ty. Ty didn’t even care enough to acknowledge Kit’s words, to listen to him when he most needed to be heard.

Kit’s mouth turned down in a frown. And when he spoke, it was in a cold voice. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Ty broke Kit’s eye contact, looking out the window. Kit could see that his words had affected Ty, but only for a second, because then his face went blank again.

Behind Ty, he noticed Livvy, floating above the ground in the same white dress he had come to know her to wear.

He looked away from her, before his anger could be directed at her too. He knew it probably wasn’t her fault that they were here—and yet, he wanted it to be someone’s fault. Why else would Ty be here?

Kit was angry, and hurt, yes…but he wanted to believe that maybe they had come for him. Maybe Ty had come to ask for forgiveness, maybe he was finally going to acknowledge Kit’s words from two years ago.

Instead, Ty said “How long do you think it will take you to forgive me?”

It almost felt like Ty wanted a specific time, like he thought Kit was being ridiculous. Like he wanted to know when Kit would be done throwing a tantrum so he could show up and say ‘I told you so’ and it infuriated Kit.

But what infuriated Kit even more was that his heart was beating like crazy inside his chest. He was fighting his instinct to go to Ty, to be there for him. Ty didn’t usually like to be touched, but he liked it when Kit did it. Maybe he could hug Ty. Or maybe Ty wouldn’t feel comfortable around him anymore. Because he left, and they were both different now.

Kit was so tired of this. But he had also learned his lesson. He couldn’t be around Ty—not without feeling so much pain, so much embarrassment. He didn’t belong in Ty’s life. Ty didn’t need him; he had his siblings. He had Helen and Aline, and Mark, and Julian. He had Dru (who Kit was assuming he would be hearing from very soon, depending on whether or not Ty told her anything), and Tavvy, and his friends at the Scholomance. And he had Livvy.

There was no room in Ty’s life for Kit anymore. He was a fool to think there ever would be.

“I don’t know,” He told Ty, because truthfully, he didn’t know. His feelings were scrambled, but he knew enough to know that it still hurt like hell to even think about Ty. Being this close to Ty—it was like torture.

He felt his eyes flick to Livvy again, and this time it was almost accusing. She didn’t know what had happened between him and Ty. At least, as far as he knew, she didn’t. But he didn’t know whether Ty had ever brought it up. He hoped Ty never had. He couldn’t handle the humiliation. Every time Dru had asked him what had happened, he couldn’t tell her. He’d tried, but every time, he just couldn’t say, or text, the words.

How was he supposed to tell her, or anyone, that he’d run away from Ty when Ty had needed him most. How did he explain the betrayal, the dismissal of their friendship, of his feelings. He should’ve been able to stop Ty. If he couldn’t do that, how was he ever supposed to be anywhere near him, knowing that he’d failed to get through to Ty?

“She’s gone, Ty. She’s gone forever. You have to get through this. Your family will help you. I will help you. But not if you do this. Not if you do this, Ty.”

He focused again on Ty, really taking him in, despite his own hesitations. Ty was taller, thin but not too thin. He looked healthy. His hair looked mostly the same, maybe a little shorter. His jaw was more defined, his eyes, if possible, an even more intense gray. His shirt was unbuttoned on the top, and Kit could see the hollow of Ty’s throat. He wanted to gently kiss it so badly it felt like it was eating him up from the inside.

“But not now,” Ty said, in such a quiet voice that Kit almost didn’t hear him. Kit watched as Ty swallowed, his throat bobbing up.

A lump formed in Kit’s throat. Dear god, Ty was beautiful.

Kit shook his head, just barely, feeling like all the weight of his feelings were pushing down on his shoulders, making his whole body feel stiff and cold.

“No,” He said quietly, because if he spoke any louder, he was afraid he might break down. And he could not break down. Not in front of Ty. Never in front of Ty. “Not now.”

As he watched Ty leave, he felt empty. Hollow. Ty wouldn’t look at him, but Livvy was plainly staring. Livvy looked kind of angry at him, but she didn’t say anything to either of them.

He could’ve sworn there was a glint in Ty’s eyes, almost like tears.

But that couldn’t be right…

And then Ty was gone, Livvy with him.

Kit didn’t move, couldn’t move from where he stood. He wasn’t sure how to feel. His heart hurt, and he could feel tears forming again. But this time, he let them fall, because no one was around to see them.

“Oh Ty,” he murmured, his eyes landing on the gun again. “I wish I could forgive you. But I can’t. I just can’t. I hope you understand that.”

He picked up the gun again, and pulled out his phone so he could google how to clean it. Ty was probably right, he was definitely doing it wrong.

He forced all thoughts of Ty out of his head and busied himself with the gun yet again.

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sherlocksstuff · 7 months

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In this fic Mina Carstairs is living with Magnus and Alec after Jem and Tessa were killed when she was 3. She is currently living in the New York institute with Jace and Clary. Let me know what you think in the comments:

Chapter One: Echoes of the Past

The soft, early morning light filtered into Mina's room at the New York Institute, casting a delicate glow on her surroundings. She lay still for a moment, allowing the voice in her mind to wash over her like a bittersweet melody. "Silly Melon… Mina mine, it's time to wake up."

It was Jem's voice, a voice she had only heard in her dreams. The ache in her heart was familiar, a constant companion since the day she had lost her parents. To soothe the pain, she reached out and clutched the jade pendant that hung around her neck—a precious gift from her father when he had asked to marry Tessa Gray, her mother.

The pendant, cool against her skin, served as a tangible connection to the parents she had never known. It was a reminder of their love, a love that had transcended time and death, and a love that had ultimately given her life.

With a sigh, Mina sat up in bed and brushed a strand of black hair away from her face. She had a long day ahead of her—a journey across the ocean to London, where her older brother, Kit Herondale, now served as the head of the London Institute alongside Ty Blackthorn.

As she glanced around her room, her gaze fell upon the carefully packed suitcase by the door. Mina had been preparing for this trip for weeks, choosing her clothes, gathering her books and journals, and ensuring she had all the necessary Shadowhunter gear. She was determined to make the most of her visit, but there was an underlying nervousness that tugged at her heart.

Before leaving, she knew she had to make one important call. Mina picked up her phone and dialed Emma's number, her fingers trembling slightly as she waited for her cousin to answer.

"Hey, Em," Mina greeted when Emma answered the call. "Hey Mina, Excited about your trip to London?"

Mina smiled, feeling a bit more at ease hearing Emma's familiar voice. "Yes, I am, Em. But I was wondering if I could stay at Blackthorn Hall with you and Jules while I'm there. Kit told me I could stay at the institute, You know how I feel about the London Institute. And Bapak said I could stay his place but he also said that I should call you and see if you’d let me stay at Blackthorn Hall only if that’s okay with you and Jules."

She didn't need to elaborate; Emma understood. The memories of her parents' sacrifice were strong in London, and being alone in the London Institute or even at Bapak’s place, even with Kit as its head, stirred up too many emotions and 'what if’s’ about her parents, Uncle Will, James and Lucie. She didn’t want that right now.

"Of course, Mina," Emma replied warmly. "You're family, and we'd love to have you stay with us. It'll be like old times."

Relief washed over Mina as she thanked Emma, knowing that her time in London would be more comfortable with her cousin and her husband by her side. They chatted a bit more, exchanged details on her portal location at the London Institute , and promised to pick her up once she arrived. She didn’t know how she would break the news to Kit that she wouldn’t be staying at the institute and she couldn’t tell him how she felt just yet.

Just as she was about to hang up, there was a knock on her door.

"Sorry, Em, I've got to go. Someone's at my door," Mina said quickly.

"Sure thing, Mina. Safe travels, and call us when you get here," Emma replied before saying her goodbyes.

Mina ended the call and walked over to her bedroom door, opening it to find her Uncle Jace on the other side. He looked slightly worried, and concern filled his golden eyes.

"Morning, Min," Jace said, giving her a hug. "So your going to London today you ready for it? I know last time things weren’t what you hoped they would be but you know can stay or just call it off.”

Mina nodded, appreciating her uncle's concern. "Yeah, Uncle Jace, I'll be fine and last was different . I've been preparing for this for a while now so I am not backing out. And you know I can portal by myself so I can literally just come back whenever i want."

Jace smiled, though there was still a hint of worry in his eyes. "I know you're capable, but it's my job to worry as your umm how many Great’s was it again i keep forgetting?” She laughed “Uncle Jace please stop with that joke already I’m not your Aunt no matter how you put it.” Jace smiled he would miss her being here “Fine I’ll stop for now but no promises about the twins they just do what they want. Just remember, you can always call if you need to talk or if anything goes wrong."

Mina returned the smile and gave her uncle a quick hug in return. "Thanks, Uncle Jace. I'll remember that.”

With that, she closed her bedroom door and made her way downstairs, her heart full of mixed emotions as she embarked on her journey to a city that held both the promise of family and the shadows of the past.

Chapter Two: Departure

Mina stood in the bustling main hall of the New York Institute, her suitcase by her side. The atmosphere was charged with energy as Shadowhunters went about their morning routines—training, discussing missions, and strategizing for the day ahead. She had always felt at home within these walls, a sense of belonging that had been nurtured by her adoptive family. She had already said goodbye to the twins and George last and night. Since Max was with Rafe and Tavvy in LA she would probably see them when she got back or whenever she felt like portaling to see them.

Her parents, Tessa and Jem, had died protecting her and Kit, leaving a void that no one could ever fill. Mina had been raised by her parents' close friends, Alec and Magnus, who had become her loving and supportive fathers. Their family was unique, a blend of love and acceptance that transcended blood ties.

The pendant around her neck, the jade pendant her father had given to her mother when he had asked for her hand in marriage, was a constant reminder of the sacrifices her parents had made. It was her most cherished possession, a tangible connection to her parents, and a symbol of the love they had for her.

Alec Lightwood-Bane, her adoptive father, approached her with a warm smile. "Are you ready for your trip to London, Mina?"

Mina nodded, her emotions a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I think so, Dad. I just hope it won't be too overwhelming."

Alec placed a reassuring hands on her shoulders. "You have family waiting for you there, and you'll be in good hands. Kit told me he is excited to have you stay at the institute again. Just remember if you need me I’ll be in Idris just call me from the institute’s phone or call Bapak okay."

She appreciated his comforting words and gave him a quick hug. "Thanks, Dad. And thanks for everything, I will if I need to I promise."

He hugged her back tightly. "You're our daughter, Mina. We'll always be here for you, no matter where you go."

With one last embrace, Mina turned to face the portal in the center of the hall. Magnus, her other adoptive father, was there to see her off. His signature cat-eyes sparkled with warmth as he smiled at her.

"Off to London, are we?" Magnus said with a hint of mischief in his voice.

Mina nodded, feeling grateful for Magnus's presence in her life. "Yes, Bapak. I promise to behave."

Magnus chuckled and ruffled her hair gently. "Behaving is overrated, my dear. Just remember to have fun and enjoy your time with family. And do call if need me this time. No disappearing tricks got it."

“I promise i won’t just portal to Shanghai without warning again.” She replied. Mina gave him a quick hug, he hugged her back “You better Silly Melon.” Letting her go she then stepped toward the portal. With one last glance back at her New York family, she took a deep breath and stepped through the swirling vortex, leaving behind the familiar for the unknown.

#mina carstairs #magnus bane #Jem #emma carstairs #magnus x alec #jace herondale #jem carstairs #kit herondale #shadowhunters #max lightwood bane #rafe lightwood bane #tessa gray #julian blackthorn #blackthorn hall

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tetsunabouquet · 7 months

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Heir To The Lands Chapter 5

The Beginning of It All Masterpost

The entire group experienced a collective shock at seeing Emma. Tessa quickly kneeled beside her, drawing her up as she blasted the nearest hunter across the street. The hunter behind the group resumed it's relaxed stance, and it angered Kit. The faerie hunters might be moving in a similar formation, but whilst the group was shielded around him to protect Mina, in the case of the hunters it was clear that the hunter behind the group was the fastest and deadliest. All the other hunters were just a cannon fodder to him. The utter carelessness, that coldness, drove Kit to a white hot rage as Emma moaned in pain as Tessa drew an Iratze on her. It was strong enough to create a similar blast that had blown the Riders away years ago. The hunters were all wildly thrown in the air, but as most landed awkwardly on the ground, smashing their skulls across the pavements, the deadliest hunter made a move mid-air, that allowed him to grab a lantern pole near the end of the street. He landed on his feet, much to Kit's shock. As the group prepared for another attack, the most surprising thing happened; the hunter turnt around and he ran off. Kit blinked in surprise, before everyone circled around Emma. "There seems to have been some kind of fey poison on the blade, we should get her to Catarina," Tessa said as she looked at Jem. "Jules," Emma said hoarsely and Jem hushed her. "We'll portal from Blackthorn Hall to Dimmet Tarn. This event needs to be discussed," Jem swallowed. "I am sorry Kit, it looks like they've found us."

"Julian!" Dru yelled as Jem carried Emma in his arms, craddling her head carefully as they entered Blackthorn Hall. Kit's gaze was a panicked flutter that shot from Emma to Mina, worry for them both as Mina's young fretful eyes took in Emmas injuries and her parents' worried faces. The little girl seemed quite anxrious, and she wouldn't keep still in Kit's arms. Dru felt like she could throw up at the sight. Both Julian and Ty rushed down the stairs at the sound of Dru screaming, and Ty nearly stumbled down as he took in Emma. Julian's face was as white as a sheet of paper when he saw Emma, her face looking feverish from the poison. She was sweating, and her eyelids were fluttering. "We were attacked by faerie hunters." Jem informed him. "We need to portal to Catarina." Tessa walked towards the wall in Blackthorn Hall. "Could you help me set up the portal, Tiberius?" Her voice was kind, trying to help the boy who's hands were anxiously fluttering at his sides. Dru was grateful for her, to be honest she felt like she were pretty close to a panic attack herself. It was as if every minute, every harsh breath that Emma drew, was a minute in which Dru felt like she was getting less air herself. The world was spinning, and she was releved to see Tessa and her brother work up to set a Portal as fast as possible. It didn't take long for the bright swirl of a Portal to light the hallway, and everyone tried not to immediately rush into the light. Tessa went first, allowing the Blackthorns who hadn't seen Dimmet Tarn yet to catch a glimpse of the place, to allow them to take it in so they could visualize it for themselves. As the group left for Dimmet Tarn, Dru couldn't help but feel like this was only the beginning of something, far greater, something far more terrible.

Above the stairs, the panicked Blackthorns left someone behind. She was floating above, taking in the sight of Emma's body, her Ty's distress and Dru's panic. Livvy was consumned with her own frustration, her inability to do anything. The only thing she could do was watch… A light bulb suddenly lit up at the back of her brain, and Livvy took a deep breath. Her idea was going to be dangerous, as she didn't knew how much faeries could see or sense the ghostly realm. But it was her only choice, really. With courage burning inside of her heart, she disappeared to find whoever was responsible for this. It was time for Livvy to go to lands under the hill.

#twp #the wicked powers #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #shadowhunter chronicles #emma carstairs #jem carstairs #tessa gray #kit herondale #kit herongraystairs #mina carstairs #dru blackthorn #jules blackthorn #julian blackthorn #ty blackthorn #livvy blackthorn #blackthorn hall

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tys-kitty · 2 years

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Kit will for sure get his own room in Blackthorn Hall

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ilovefandoms · 2 years

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I really hope you remember this when it's your turn to be a main character, Dru

#i know im late #someone probably already did this #dru blackthorn #blackthorn hall #secrets of blackthorn hall #sobh #personal post #twp #the wicked powers

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daydreamxr17 · 2 years

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Okay, but what if in the next SOBH (which is supposed to make us cry) isn't going to be some TLH or TID mention, but anniversary of Livvy's death💔

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bookaboutabook · 2 years

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in celebration of that sobh update today: here’s the same meme in different formats.

i need answers, cassie. i’ve never been more excited for monday.

#the shadowhunter chronicles #the dark artifices #tsc #the last hours #cassie clare #chain of thorns #james herondale #julian blackthorn #sobh #the wicked powers #blackstairs #emma carstairs #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #the infernal devices #secrets of blackthorn hall #blackthorn hall

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ziorite · 2 years

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Ty bringing Livvy to Blackthorn Hall:

#What is it with Blackthorns and ghosts/necromancy huh ??#sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #livvy blackthorn #livia blackthorn #ty blackthorn #tiberius blackthorn #rupert blackthorn #blackthorn hall #zio’s bad memes

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secretsdeblackthornhall · 6 months

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De Emma à Cristina

Chère Cristina !

Désolée de te surprendre : j’avais d’abord écrit « Chère Cristina » avec une virgule, et ça me paraissait un peu banal. Je voulais égayer un peu tout ça. Et je veux avoir de tes nouvelles parce que tu me manques et c’est hyper agaçant que tu n’aies pas pu être à New York.

Pourquoi a-t-il fallu que Nene choisisse ce jour-là pour vous rendre visite ? Est-ce que c’est parce sa perspicace intuition féérique l’a incitée à nous séparer ? Enfin, non, probablement pas, elle semble être une bonne personne. Mais quand même ! Viens la semaine d’après, Nene ! Je suis aussi déçue d’apprendre qu’elle n’a rien révélé sur ce qui pouvait bien se passer à la Cour des Lumières. Je suppose que si elle avait dévoilé les secrets de la Cour à Kieran (qui est, techniquement, le Roi de la Cour des Ténèbres), la Reine de la Cour des Lumières aurait vu ça d’un « mauvais » œil et considéré Nene comme une « traitresse », mais ce n’est rien comparé à notre envie de savoir ce qu’il se passe.

Enfin bref ! Nous sommes rentrés de New York, où le temps était bien plus moche qu’à Londres, mais peu importe. Nous avions envoyé à Alec la photo des bougeoirs de l’église. Il les a montrés à sa mère, qui les a reconnus. Elle a expliqué que Robert les avait apportés, avec un tas d’autres bricoles qu’il avait héritées de sa famille, quand ils avaient quitté Idris pour s’installer à New York. Elle ne savait pas ce qu’ils étaient devenus, mais ils devaient certainement être quelque part dans l’Institut de New York. Eh bien, avec notre Détecteur de Fantôme en poche, nous avons dit au revoir à Rupert et sommes partis. (Julian se demande si nous manquons à Rupert quand nous sommes absents, mais il est difficile de savoir si les fantômes ressentent le passage du temps. Dans tous les cas, nous n’avons pas trouvé de visage triste dessiné dans la poussière ou quelque chose comme ça quand nous sommes rentrés.)

Nous avons vu Jace et Clary, évidemment, et Alec est venu apporter son aide. Je pense que ça avait piqué sa curiosité puisque ça concerne sa famille. (Nous espérions voir Simon et Isabelle, mais ils étaient partis recruter de nouveaux élèves pour l’Académie des Chasseurs d’Ombres. Et Magnus était resté à l’appartement avec les enfants. Il nous a envoyé une vidéo dans laquelle il demandait à Max et Rafe « Est-ce qu’on va aider nos amis ? » et où ils criaient tous les deux « Non ! ». C’était mignon. Enfin, Max et Rafe étaient mignons. Magnus en profitait peut-être un peu.)

Trouver les bougeoirs, c’était assez simple, en fait. Rien de réjouissant. Ils étaient cachées à la vue de tous, dans la nef de l’église, parmi les autres bougeoirs et chandeliers et tout ce qui va avec les bougies. Et le Détecteur de Fantômes nous a directement menés à elles. Alors peut-être n’ont-ils pas été déplacés pendant le Blitz mais les Lightwood les ont récupérés ? Ou peut-être ont-ils bien été déplacés puis ramenés et après ça, les parents de Robert les ont sortis de l’église ? Nous ne saurons probablement jamais la vérité, mais ce n’est pas grave puisque, peu importe, nous les avons trouvés, mystère résolu.

Pour fêter ça, nous avons commandé une pizza et l’avons mangée à la lumière des bougies. La pizza new-yorkaise ! C’est la meilleure ! ça me fait un peu mal de l’avouer, puisque je suis une fille de LA, mais telle est la vérité. Ça m’avait tellement manqué. Les pizzas de Londres sont… eh bien, il vaut mieux ne rien dire.

Pendant le repas, Jace a demandé à Alec s’il avait des nouvelles d’Idris, et Julian et moi avons échangé un regard confus parce qu’il n’y a jamais de nouvelles d’Idriss : la Cohorte s’y est enfermée et refuse d’en sortir ou de laisser quiconque y entrer, tu sais comment s’est.

Alec nous a appris qu’ils travaillaient sur une nouvelle variation des messages de feu qui pourrait passer au travers des sortilèges de protection autour d’Idriss. Principalement grâce à la capacité de Clary à inventer de nouvelles runes. Ils ont en envoyés un certain nombre, en essayant différentes méthodes, mais n’avaient reçu aucune réponse jusqu’à récemment. Ils ont eu un message d’une des personnes que je déteste le plus, Manuel.

Donc apparemment, Alec et Manuel s’échangent des messages. Zara refuse de répondre et Manuel a sous-entendu qu’elle n’appréciait pas que lui et Alec communiquent. Alec suppose qu’il ment et que Zara n’en sait peut-être rien. Mais il pense aussi que Manuel en a marre d’être coincé là-bas et pourrait être leur moyen d’entrer, puisque (comme tout le monde le sait) la priorité absolue de Manuel est Manuel, bien avant la supposée mission de la Cohorte. Comme l’a fait remarquer Jace, Zara est convaincue de sa légitimité, mais Manuel est un simple opportuniste.

Tout ça était super intéressant, évidemment, mais Julian et moi commencions à culpabiliser en étant confrontés au fait qu’Alec est, tu vois, le Consul. Julian a reconnu qu’il savait qu’Alec était occupé par d’importantes affaires de Consul et que c’était très gentil qu’il soit quand même venu aider à chercher les bougeoirs. Et puis Alec a dit quelque chose de très gentil ! Il a expliqué que leur groupe new-yorkais avait toujours dû agir en secret, qu’il avait toujours vu l’Enclave comme un ennemi. Bon, peut-être pas un ennemi, mais certainement pas un allié. L’Enclave avec laquelle ils avaient grandi a… tu sais… enfermé Jace dans la Cité Silencieuse et refusé de croire au retour de Valentin. Ils n’auraient jamais songé à aller demander de l’aide à ces personnes-là. C’était vraiment important pour Alec en tant que Consul d’être véritablement présent pour les Chasseurs d’Ombres, d’être quelqu’un qu’ils connaissent, avec qui ils peuvent parler de leurs difficultés sans avoir à se cacher. Et je suppose que nous connaissions personnellement Alec avant, et il s’agissait des bougeoirs de sa famille, mais quand même, c’était agréable de voir que nous apporter son aide faisait partie de ses devoirs de Consul à ses yeux, et n’était pas quelque chose qui le détournait de son véritable travail. Il a répondu que c’était ça son véritable travail, et que nous avions intérêt à continuer à leur demander de l’aide à lui et à Magnus.

Au bout d’un moment, Clary a déclaré qu’elle et moi devions discuter entre filles et nous sommes rapidement sorties pour aller prendre un café chez Taki’s. Elle a laissé Julian en compagnie de Jace et Alec. La dernière image que j’ai eue de lui, c’était Jace qui l’emmenait vers l’armurerie pour jeter un œil à une collection d’épées de l’armée espagnole datant du XVIIe siècle qu’il avait récemment découverte dans une cache d’armes dans une église en ville. Julian m’a regardée comme un chiot qu’on emmène chez le vétérinaire pour faire des piqûres, mais je crois qu’il s’est amusé. C’est du moins ce qu’il m’a dit.

Clary et moi nous sommes installées à une table chez Taki’s. Elle me demandait comment j’allais, et je lui répondais, mais elle paraissait distraite. Je me suis rendu compte qu’elle avait peut-être besoin de me parler de comment elle allait. Et c’était effectivement le cas. Elle s’inquiétait parce qu’Alec veut voir le bon côté des gens, et il a beaucoup d’espoir quant aux progrès qu’ils ont fait en communiquant avec Manuel, mais Clary pense que Zara est une psychopathe manipulatrice. Là-dessus, nous sommes d’accord.

- Tu crois que c’est une ruse ? ai-je questionné. Ou un piège ?

Elle a admis qu’elle ne savait pas. Mais elle s’est contestée en avouant qu’elle comprenait l’importance d’ouvrir Idris, qu’elle avait conscience que l’Enclave ne pourrait pas survivre en étant séparée en deux.

J’ai reconnu que ça me paraissait être un lourd poids sur leurs épaules. Elle a en quelque sorte soupiré et m’a annoncé la grande nouvelle, ou plutôt l’absence d’une grande nouvelle : elle et Jace ont décidé de ne pas se marier tant que l’Enclave ne sera pas réunie. Et Simon et Isabelle sont du même avis.

- Ce n’est pas comme si nous avions besoin de nous presser, a-t-elle déclaré en regardant par la fenêtre, l’air triste. Mais nous ne voulons pas d’un mariage où la seule chose que tout le monde a en tête est le fait que Idris est inabordable et que l’Enclave est brisée.

Elle continuait de regarder par la fenêtre, alors je lui ai demandé si elle avait vu quelqu’un dehors. Elle s’est retournée vers moi avec une moue fautive :

- Ah, non. Pendant une seconde, j’ai cru voir Jace mais ce n’était pas lui.

Finalement, nous sommes revenues au sujet de comment je me portais et j’ai pu lui dire ce qui m’inquiétais moi, et dont nous avons déjà un peu parlé toi et moi. A savoir que Julian et moi rénovons ce manoir et que peut-être… nous allons y emménager ? C’est-à-dire déménager à Londres. Et quitter Los Angeles pour de bon. Et je n’ai pas vraiment eu le temps de réfléchir à ce que ça signifiait. Je voyais ça comme une occupation temporaire, rénover la maison puis rentrer chez nous. Et c’est facile de voir les choses comme ça avec tout ce qu’il se passe dans l’Enclave.

Mais aux yeux de Julian, ce sera notre nouvelle maison. Et je ne peux pas lui reprocher de vouloir ça. Enfin, c’est un Blackthorn, et nous parlons de Blackthorn Hall. Mais nous avons grandit à Los Angeles. Je suis une fille de LA, tous mes souvenirs de mes parents sont à Los Angeles. En même temps, nous avons tous les deux tant de mauvais souvenirs de l’Institut de Los Angeles, ce serait agréable de les laisser derrière nous et de recommencer à zéro. Je ne sais pas. Est-ce que ça te parait étrange parfois, de vivre à New York maintenant ? Et aussi au Royaume des Fées ? Est-ce que Mexico te manque ?

C’est peut-être parce qu’Idris est hors de portée que j’ai ces réflexions bizarres. J’ai grandi en sachant que peu importe à quel point les Chasseurs d’Ombres étaient dispersés, nous avions tous un foyer ensemble à Idris. C’était une connexion entre les membres de l’Enclave dans le monde entier. Et si Idris avait réellement disparu pour nous, Cristina ?

Et si le pays avait disparu pour toujours ?

Bisous,

Emma

Le texte original est à lire ici : https://secretsofblackthornhall.tumblr.com/post/685056514324660224/emma-to-cristina

#secrets of blackthorn hall #emma carstairs #sobh #cassandra clare #cassandra jean #julian blackthorn #the shadowhuter chronicles #tsc #cristina rosales #clary fairchild #alec lightwood #magnus bane #jace herondale #the clave #taki's #blackstairs #blackthorn hall

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walkingaftermidnight07 · 2 years

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Secrets of Blackthorn Hall KitXTy Reunion Scene from Ty's POV

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Kit. Kit is here. Here in what Ty knows is the kitchen of Blackthorn Hall. He’s holding a gun, staring at it intensely. Ty realizes he’s trying to clean it, and he is most definitely doing it wrong.

It takes Ty a second to process all of this. Here is Kit. His Kit. Kit, one of the only people Ty has ever trusted that wasn’t one of his siblings. That wasn’t Livvy. He makes an involuntary gasping noise, and to his own ears it sounds like the sound someone would make when they were drowning.

Speaking of Livvy, she is here too. Floating behind him, as always. Usually her presence is comforting. But now—all he feels is despair. At least, he thinks it’s despair that he is feeling. He’s not really sure. Whenever it comes to Kit, everything in his head is jumbled and confusing.

Kit has changed since Ty had last seen him. He’s taller, though not as tall as Ty. He can see Kit’s muscled shoulders through his blue jacket. Ty really likes how the jacket looks on Kit. He’s wearing the blue jacket over an orange shirt, which Ty tries to ignore. He does not like the color orange. He likes it even less on Kit.

The sun shines through the window behind Kit, making his blonde hair shine golden. Ty bites his lip, hard. At his sides, his hands are tightening into fists before he lets them go. He can’t think straight. Normally, all of his thoughts were carefully organized in his head, logical and razor sharp. But now it’s like Kit’s presence is radio interference to his thoughts. There’s only static and garbled words.

Ty turns his focus to the gun in Kit’s hands, because it’s a hundred times better than focusing on Kit himself.

“That’s not how you clean a gun,” He whispers, then he bites his tongue. He hadn’t meant to speak.

Kit’s head whips up so fast it looks like it hurt. He stares at Ty, and Ty’s stomach plummets, his cheeks heating up under Kit’s gaze. His hands flutter again. Despite the intensity of Kit’s gaze, he’s beautiful. Ty has to look away, because he can’t focus on Kit’s eyes without wanting to collapse into a heap on the tile floor.

Who would’ve known that all it took to break Tiberius Nero Blackthorn were the despairing, angry eyes of a boy. Not just any boy. A Herondale. Kit.

Certainly not Ty himself.

He wishes that he didn’t feel this way. He wishes he could limit his emotions, block them off somehow. They were always in the way.

But he also doesn’t want to. Because he wants to feel for Kit. He wants to be with Kit, all the time. He misses the reassurance he always felt knowing Kit was standing just as his shoulder. He misses Kit’s smile, which he hadn’t realized he’d ever noticed. Hadn’t realized he’d paid it enough attention to remember it. He misses Kit’s voice, the warmth of his arms when Ty had broken down before.

He misses Kit.

And that’s why he can’t look at Kit. He can’t see the hate, can’t feel hopeless when he sees the boy he dreams about almost every night. The boy whose last words to him still haunted his nightmares.

The boy who had said the words that Livvy had once told him meant so much to any person who ever dared to say them.

“I love you, Ty. I love you.”

He had never understood what people had meant when they said that. He understood that when Livvy said it to him, she meant that she would always care about him. That he meant something to her. That she never wanted to leave his side. That he was always going to be her brother.

But when Kit had said it, he knew it had meant something else. Something different. Something that Ty had never considered before.

And then Kit speaks and it nearly undoes Ty all over again.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Ty’s heart aches at his words. Kit’s voice is so cold, so emotionless.

So Ty was right. His suspicions had been confirmed. Kit really did hate him now. Those words he had said….he no longer meant them. Ty had ruined everything. So he swallows a sob rising up in his throat.

“How long do you think it will take for you to forgive me?” Ty asks, hoping his voice doesn’t sound as shaky and upset as he feels.

Ty still won’t look at Kit. He can’t bear to see the disdain that must be on Kit’s face as he stares at Ty. He can’t bear to look at how different Kit looks now. He is the same, and yet he is not. His jawline is more defined, his hair is cut differently, he now wears more runes than when Ty had known him.

He doesn’t want to see all the ways that Kit is better off without Ty. All the ways in which Kit doesn’t need Ty.

Kit doesn’t need him, that much he knows. Not like Ty needs Kit.

And Ty needs Kit. So badly, sometimes it feels like it’s killing him. It’s like a monster clawing at his stomach, at his heart, at his throat. Constantly. All the intrusive thoughts that he can’t fight on his own. All the moments when he wants to reach out and be able to grasp Kit’s arm, to feel like he isn’t alone. Every time he wakes up after a nightmare about the day Livvy died—Kit still is the only person who could ever be there for him. He was there at the worst time of Ty’s life. He understands Ty in ways that even Ty doesn’t understand himself.

“I don’t know,” Kit says after a minute. His tone hasn’t changed. He sounds tired, and Ty wants so badly to reach out for Kit. Just to touch him softly, offer him some support, like Kit used to do for him. But he doesn’t move, because he knows Kit would reject the advance. Because Kit hasn’t forgiven him yet.

Is this what it feels like to be stabbed in the gut? It must be.

“But not now?” Ty whispers, his voice nearly inaudible. He wants to take back the words as soon as he says them, because he doesn’t want to hear Kit give him an answer. But at the same time, he’s glad he said the words. Glad they’re out in the open now.

“No,” Kit says, his voice softening ever so slightly. “Not now.”

Ty has to get out of there. He can’t do this—can’t be this close to Kit before he starts to cry. And he could not cry in front of Kit. He wouldn’t. Not again. Kit was his weakness. But he could never let Kit know that.

He turns away, turning his back on Kit, his original reason for visiting Blackthorn Hall long forgotten.

And he leaves, Livvy trailing behind him, waiting until he is in the safety of his bedroom at the Scholomance to finally let the tears fall.

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emmablackstairs13 · 2 years

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Clever Julian, reading all the obscure texts before actually having a need for them

#cassandra clare #shadowhunters #secrets of blackthorn hall #tsc #the last hours #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #emma to Jem #sobh #sobh spoilers #the dark artifices #tda #rupert blackthorn #blackthorn hall

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tetsunabouquet · 8 months

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Heir To The Lands Chapter 3

Closing In masterpost

It didn't take long for Dru to be pulled into a hug by Emma. Dru hugged her back, inhaling her familiar scent. She had truly missed her and Jules both. It was so strange, not living under the same roof as them anymore. Sometimes she felt like she could never get used to it. "Oh I missed you Dru!" Emma squealed as she hugged her so tight Dru couldn't breathe. Despite it all she was laughing. "I missed you too, where's everyone?" "Jules went to prepare you some tea so that you're ready for a very British weekend." Emma said, her voice light with humor. "Neither Ty or Kit and entourage have arrived yet." "Thank the Angel, I haven't missed out on anything yet." Emma chuckled, and nudged for Dru to follow her. "This place has a very spacious dining room, I wonder if all ancient mansion come with them, but our sweetie does." Emma expressed with very fond look at the walls. She had grown pretty attached to the place. It had really became her baby. Dru smiled at her, happy to see her be so in love with Blackthorn Hall. Emma led her to a beautiful, big room indeed. The large table was made of a shining, warm wood that Dru bet her money on being fancy and expensive. It was also very old looking, and Dru wondered if it was part of the furniture that Emma and Jules had restored instead of getting new ones. The tablecloth was lemon yellow, which gave the table a cheerful look. Dru did think the white trays of biscuits and sliced bread that had already been placed down, paired with the cloth, strangely reminded her of Easter for some reason. "Now, here are two of some of my favorite girls." Jules teased as he entered the room, a tray with teacups and a vintage looking kettle resting on top. Dru smiled brightly at her brother as he placed the tray carefully on top of the table. "You know, you'd make a very sexy waiter." Emma remarked as Dru fake-shuddered. She sat down on one of the soft looking dining chairs, just as the doorbell rang. "I bet those are Kit and co. I'll let them in," Emma said as she left. Jules poured Dru some tea, hoping for the best for this weekend.

Anyone looking outside, could see Jules' hopes were in vain. Ty had made the tiniest miscalculation at the very last second, still distracted with his and Anush' tinkering on the sensors. They definitely were close to perfecting a sensor that had a sensory function for each species, the ultimate sensor. Which is why he had landed in the garden shed of Blackthorn hall. By the time he had made his way out of the gardenshed, he could see Kit and his family approaching from the gate. Worst timing ever. Mina sat on Jem's shoulders, using her position to spy on every little detail and Kit seemed to be in covesation with Tessa. Ty wondered how he could navigate this situation the best way possible, and by the time his mind had gone over all the ideas, Kit had already spotted him. Fuck. Kit's relaxed posture looked a bit strained, but not as strained as Ty felt his own body growing with the tension. Tessa, with a gentle hand on Kit's shoulder, seemed to slowly drag him alongside her to where Ty was standing, Jem not too far behind. Kit gave Ty a strained nod, before he went on ahead to the doorbell. He rang the bell, as Ty stood around awkwardly with the Carstairs-Grey family. It didn't take long for Jules to open, and to see Kit in front of him, and to see Ty's fingers fidget frantically as Mina seemed to want to reach out towards him. "Welcome everyone, to the opening of Blackthorn Hall!" Jules greeted, inviting everyone in so he could wedge himself between Kit and Ty. None of the Blackthorns except for Dru, truly knew what had transpired between Ty and Kit other then they could clearly see there was a fall-out between them. Jules at least wanted to find a way to fix things between them, as Ty had so obviously had gotten attached to Kit and he could imagine Kit didn't wanted to lose their friendship either. He led the group inside, and Tessa especially seemed to eye everything with particular interest, having known the original Blackthorn Hall better then Jem did. Her eyes glided over everything fondly, seeming to sparkle whenever she recognized decorum they had kept from Rupert's time. That made Jules' clearly happy, anyone could see his chest puffing with pride over his new, beautiful home. Mina stared at everything curiously, having already seen Blackthorn Hall as a work in progress. Her little kiddie brain was going over every little detail she saw was changed, and looked at them with childish wonder. Ty also allowed himself to get lost in the new details, almost in an attempt to mask the way he felt from himself even. Kit entertained himself by listening to Tessa and Jules' conversation, until the group came to a halt by the dining room. Both Kit and Ty smiled at the sight of Emma and Dru, who hadn't been able to contain themselves from keeping their hands off of the breakfast. Dru smiled sheepisly with a piece of bread smeared with jam in her mouth. As the group seated themselves onto the table, the opening of Blackthorn Hall had truly commenced. None were aware of the sounds of hooves not too far away from the edge of London, and none of them would be, until it was too late.

#twp #the wicked powers #tsc #shadowhunters #shadowhunter chronicles #the shadowhunter chronicles #dru blackthorn #jules blackthorn #emma carstairs #tessa gray #jem carstairs #mina carstairs #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #blackthorn hall

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