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elettralightwood · 1 year

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happy valentine's day 🌈🤍

This day is not only for romantic couples, it's for families, for friends and for self love also. I just wanted to celebrate with the couples that fucked up my standards in romantic love cause how can someone ever get to their level?

"So I'm your first ever Shadowhunter, huh?" Alec said when they separated at last.

"You're my first so many things, Alec Lightwood."

- Alec & Magnus

"Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back."

- Jace & Clary

"Simon, don’t you think I’m scared of that too? You’re not the only one on that ledge. If we jump, we jump together. We fall together."

- Izzy & Simon

"I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did."

- Tessa & Will & Jem

"You may hide here with me, if you wish."

- Gabriel & Cecily

"I see it," Gideon said in a low voice. "I am not blind, and we are a people of many scars. I see it, but it is not ugly. It is just another beautiful part of the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

- Gideon & Sophie

Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly.

"Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie?"

- Henry & Charlotte

"As long as you exist and I exist, I will love you."

- Julian & Emma

"We will never leave you,” said Mark.

“We will stay as close to you as the tide to the shore,” said Kieran. “Neither of us wishes for anything else.” He reached out a hand. “Please believe us, Lady of Roses."

- Cristina & Mark & Kieran

"Every single minute I've spent with you has been my real life. And even on Wrangel Island, a better life than I ever had without you."

- Helen & Aline

"Tell me," Kit said. "Tell me what you need."

"Put your arms around me," said Ty. His hands were pale blue blurs in the air, as if Kit were looking at a time-lapsed photo. "Hold on to me."

- Kit & Ty

"It is as I knew," he said. "When I saw you upon the stairs of the Institute, and I saw the fire in your eyes, I knew you were the bravest woman ever to set foot on this earth. I regret only that such a fearless soul was ever hurt by the ignorance and fear of others."

- Gwyn & Diana

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imherongraystairstrash · 1 year

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

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

Thank you💫💫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Henry?” She asked, confused.

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

Charlotte was even more confused. “To what?”

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

Charlotte just stared back at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

Henry laughed. “I agree.”

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

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

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

“What happened to her?”

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

“I’m sorry.” Charlotte said.

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

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

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

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