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notsostraightarrowbabey · 2 years

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Because I Myself Am Weak

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandoms: The Infernal Devices - Cassandra Clare, The Phantom of the Opera - Lloyd Webber

Relationships: Jem Carstairs/Tessa Gray, Tessa Gray/Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs/Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs/Tessa Gray/Will Herondale, Nate Gray/Jessamine Lovelace, Cecily Herondale/Gabriel Lightwood, Sophie Collins/Gideon Lightwood, Charlotte Branwell/Henry Branwell

Characters: Tessa Gray, Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs, Cecily Herondale, Jessamine Lovelace, Sophie Collins, Charlotte Branwell, Henry Branwell, Gabriel Lightwood, Gideon Lightwood, Benedict Lightwood, Nate Gray (Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Phantom of the Opera Fusion, Slow Romance, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Jem Carstairs as the Phantom, Will Herondale as Christine Daae, Tessa Gray as Raoul, Sick Jem Carstairs, Bisexual Will Herondale, Bisexual Jem Carstairs

Language: English

Summary: "This season’s production was Ambroise Thomas’ version of Hamlet, and Will was beside himself with both excitement and disdain. To see the Bard’s work encapsulated on the musical stage seemed almost like a bastardization." Will Herondale, resident student actor at The Institute, has a secret. Well, It isn't really a secret to those closest to him, and it isn't really a secret if anyone else looks close enough. His secret is that he's lovers with the resident "opera ghost". What happens, though, when his childhood sweetheart, Tessa Gray, re-enters his life and re-sparks their old flame?

The Institute

London, 1876

The stage of The Institute was filled with people all preparing for rehearsal. Ballerinas stretched and pliéd, warming up their feet and legs while the chorus ran through vocal exercises. Stagehands moved around props and checked the rigging; seamstresses finished hems last minute with a flurry of hands and stitches. Actors and actresses–Will Herondale included–ran over various lines and blocking for different scenes. This season’s production was Ambroise Thomas’ version of Hamlet, and Will was beside himself with both excitement and disdain. To see the Bard’s work encapsulated on the musical stage seemed almost like a bastardization. Half of the original character list was cut–including Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, much to Will’s dismay. Fortinbras’ invasion of Norway was also cut from the production because Fortinbras himself was no longer a player within the play. From what he could gather from the script, Queen Gertrude has become a co-conspirator with King Claudius instead of merely a bystander. Laërtes is less standoff-ish with Hamlet to begin with as well, which Will could only imagine would make their graveyard duel even more tragic.

“Will you please stop moping about? Rehearsal starts in a mere five minutes, and we must review the blocking for act one scene-” Jessamine (resident Primma Donna and thorn in Will’s side) says, but breaks off when she sees that he isn’t paying attention. “Really, William. Won’t you at least pay attention?”

“I just do not see how this is better than Shakespeare. Nothing could even begin to match the original source material.”

“William, please-”

Jessamine’s frustrated and wheedling pleas were cut short as Benedict Lightwood–manager and director–stepped onto the stage followed by his two sons Gideon and Gabriel as well as Charlotte Branwell, the ballet director.

“I still think that he would make a better Polonius than I,” Will whispered theatrically, referring, of course, to the elder Mr. Lightwood.

“He doesn’t have the wits for it,” chimed in Magnus Bane.

Magnus had been casted as the title character, and was thoroughly enjoying himself. Jessamine–who had been casted as Ophélie–also loved to bask in the limelight. The problem was that the two of them had the least amount of chemistry between them that Will had ever seen in two leading actors. He was giving them the benefit of the doubt, though, seeing as it was still early in the rehearsal process.

“Attention, cast!” came Benedict’s voice. “I have some notes of interest before rehearsal starts.”

“Sweet Jesus, have mercy on us all.”

This comment, though spoken under his breath, earned Will an exacerbated look from Charlotte.

“I would just like to remind you all,” Benedict continued. “that I shall be taking a brief holiday to the mainland beginning next week. In my absence, my two sons shall be in charge, so starting now all questions and concerns should be directed to them. Thank you.” He paused and then gestured to Charlotte. “Mrs. Branwell, where would you like to begin rehearsal?”

“Fantastic,” Will hissed. “Stupid and Stupid-er are to be left in charge.”

“Are you feeling quite alright, Will? That was a rather lame remark, compared to your usual retorts.” Jessamine said, smiling thinly with a delicate hand on her chest.

Will simply rolled his eyes as Charlotte moved to stand beside Benedict. Next to him, she looked small enough to be a child though she was Will’s elder by nearly a decade.

“Let’s pick up where we left off last time, shall we? Act one, scene three, everyone.”

Benedict and his sons left the stage to sit in the front row seats–presumably to take notes or something or other, but Will suspected otherwise. Charlotte, being the choreographer, stayed on stage.

Jessamine whirled to face Will.

“Now look at what you’ve done!”

“What I’ve done? Jessie, I hardly did anything-”

“I was trying to get you to rehearse the blocking for this scene with me but you were too busy-”

“Ahem,” Charlotte cleared her throat and gave them both a pointed look.

Jessamine and Will parted ways with a look as the rest of the cast took their places. Will wandered over to the wings, as he didn’t enter the scene until about half way through. Jessamine and some other actor Will hadn’t learned the name of who played Laërtes took center stage.

“My necessaries are embarked. Farewell. And, sister, as the winds give benefit and convey is assisstant, do not sleep, but let me hear from you.”

Jessamine batted her eyelashes as she spoke her line, “Do you doubt that?”

“Stop! Robert,” That’s his name, Will thought to himself. “during your bit of dialogue, you are to move to stage right. And for goodness sake, you two, Ophélie and Laërtes are siblings, not lovers. Act like it.” Charlotte said, looking exhausted already. “Reset.”

A voice from behind whispered in Will’s ear, “Lord almighty, I can only imagine how this is going to play out.”

Will didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was that was speaking to him.

“Ah, James. Finally show up do you, you disloyal bastard,” When he turned around, his mouth was stretched into a mischievous grin.

James–Jem, as Will most commonly called him–stood behind one of the great crimson curtains, concealing half of his visage. His ethereal silver hair reflected what little lamplight was present backstage, and his silver eyes were bright with humor.

“James, is it? What could I have possibly done wrong this time that would warrant my given name?”

“Oh, nothing in particular-” Will cut himself short, just because he loved being an annoying tease. “Anyway, we both know that Robert is much too busy eyeing up dearest Jessie to even think properly, let alone pretend to be her brother. Dear god, they should have chosen the cast list more carefully.”

“And who would you have chosen to play Laërtes instead of Robert?” Jem asked. He had come out from behind the curtain a little more, and Will could see the clothing ensemble he had chosen for the day. Black trousers and waistcoat, along with a sage green work shirt. He wasn’t wearing a collar or a jacket of any kind.

“Literally anyone,” was Will’s response. “Perhaps Magnus. At least his choice in lovers would allow him to play Laërtes with a more brotherly sense.”

“Well, if we’re choosing Laërtes’ actor on account of his choice in lovers, then perhaps you would be a good match.”

Will snorted through his nose.

“Hardly. I’d be too busy throttling her, though I suppose that that would be quite a realistic representation of siblings.”

Jessamine and Robert had made it further along in the scene, and Will could hear their droning lines.

“I shall,” Jessamine was saying. “the effect of this good lesson keep as watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do, show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine, himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and recks not his own rede.”

“One moment,” Will said to Jem. “this is my cue.”

“After this, let’s cause some mischief,” was Jem’s last response before he slipped back into the shadows, presumably up the rafter where he often resided during rehearsals.

Once Robert began his line (“O, fear me not.”), Will straightened his shoulders. He stepped onto the stage and into the role of Polonius.

#the infernal devices #shadowhunters #herongraystairs #heronstairs #Wessa #Jessa #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #jessamine lovelace #sophie collins #the shadowhunter chronicles #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #author

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4uru · 7 months

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CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD

(Part 1) The family

This is for those 5 ppl who are interested in my modern mundane band au heronstairs unwritten fanfic (unfinished fancomic)

CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD:

1. Ella, Will and Cecily get kidnapped as kids, ella dies, will and cecily gets out, will has survivor's guilt and thinks its his fault so he runs away.

2.Will parents try to look for him but give up after a few months thinking he is prolly dead by now.

3. Edmund is a dead beat, linette's soul is drained as tine goes by, cecily starts doing odd jobs and illegal shit to get money to help run the family and pay off debts

4. Cecily gets involved in a underground parkour(?) illegal scene (idfk man injust want her to climb buildings running from the cops in one scene)

5. Will runs away to london, somehow, is adopted by charlotte's (charlie) parents when charlie is 15/16. Jessamine also is adopted at the same time, her parents die and charlotte's parents were distant family friends who took her in. And all the other family members let them bc moneyyy

6. Will and jessamine and charlie have a sibling bond.

7. Charlie and Henry start dating when they are 16 and 17.

They meet at a school function where the boy's school and the girls school are participating together.

Or at a party in the bathroom, in the bathtub, they sit there sharing earphones, the party becomes irrelevant as they stare at the moon in the dark bathroom with "temporary high" by AURORA plays in their ear

8. Both are introverted nerds and quickly become friends. Henry plays drums bc i said so. Charlotte is in the debate and in the volleyball team, nishinoya ass bitch

9. They sneak out one night and encounter sofie, face torn in half, bleeding like a faucet, she runs towards them across the street with a man chasing her, as she reaches them the man behind her gets hit by a car.

10.Charlotte takes her home...

11. 3rd adopted child boom!

12.Sophie doesn't want to take any help from them so the fairchilds basically tell her to be the babysitter for will and jessamine.

13. She agrees and takes the weekly salary.

14. As a means of self defence she picks up boxing. The fairchilds encourage this, she is enrolled in the same school as the other kids and practices in the gyms. She becomes a professional kickboxer.( and an illegal one underground)

#cupid's chokehold #tsc fanfiction #henry branwell #anti charles fairchild #sophie lightwood #will herondale #jessamine lovelace

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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"Sudenly you are ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you are alive and its spectacular" Joseph Campbell

It’s not like he had known when Alec had stolen his heart.🥺🥺🥺

YES OUR GRUMPY IDIOT IS HERE!! RAGNOR IS THE BEST. I AM LOVE HIM. HE IS SO WISE AND INCREDIBLE AND AHHH

What’s this in-between nonsense whether you are neither sick nor healthy. Ugh. That is the worst!!

That scene reminded me of "I love him with it. Because of it. On purpose. I love him on purpose."

I won't get over the fact that Alec wanted to make Magnus happy and decided to bring his best friend over and pay for everything so he could see him😭 Ragnor loves him and we all know it!!

Raphael is a petty little shit but we all love him and we stan😎

I'm love Nemo and Dory💙

Max and Elyaas is something that can actually be so personal🥺🥺

"So, I realized I need help. I don’t…I don’t want Max to feel alone. It’s very easy to feel lonely, you know. Especially where we live. I want him to be happy.” Istg I'm not crying, you are!!😭

“Hello, Master Max,” the man smiles softly. “I’m Elyaas. You can call me El.” THIS MAN>>>>>

"Bring me something pretty?” “Noted,” HOLY SHIT YES!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! HE WILL MEET RAFAEL!! AND HE WILL BRING HIM HOME!! I'M DYING 💙💙💙

Fanfic is important in society, Alec!!!

The way Max loves Magnus>>>>

BABY MAX>>>>>

“Not all days are good as this one,” Magnus points out carefully. “That’s just life,” Elyaas shrugs again. THE WAY I WILL PROTECT THEM BOTH WITH MY LIFE-

I LOVE MAX’S POV'S AND I THINK WE ALL SHOULD. Half the time I'm laughing and the other half I'm crying. I call that balance😌

Just.. All the notes to self are ✨GOLD✨ and the playlist omfg! I just have on playlist with my name and like 26 hours of music but I love the comitment of some people ndbdjdjsj

Elyaas saving the day as usual :)

"Maybe they are all right. Maybe he does ruin things. Maybe he is poison." Imma stop you right there. Just stfu :)

JCDSL. Jace is a chessy shit and I'm love him too🥺

Can David stop getting any nicer or hotter??? Also, yes! Feel you Max. That shit is hot af

They sing the chorus together, laughing and kissing and giggling. I'm crying, but dont worry. The simple beauty of this scene got me emo🥺

HERONSTAIRS!! HELL YEAH!!

“What did Jesus say?” Max tuts. “Knock and the door will open?” No, no. He's got a point...

FUCK. THAT WAS THE MOST ROMANTIC SHIT. AND HE STILL THINKS THIS IS NOT A DATE?!?! WITH A PICNIC?!? AND PAINTINS?!?! AND GIFTS?!?

David has a life. Unlike Max. Ouch💔

"You deserve everything your heart wants, David.” Kindly fucking stop bc my heart can't handle it😭

Yeah, fuck you, Swedish Prince. Mavid supremacy forever!!!

“Ah,” David says. “We finally meet eye to eye." Savage😂😂

Where can I get this room!?? Clary and Jace, can you adopt me??? Also not the parallels of their home and the mansion omfg😭😭

Because Max doesn’t have a present with David – not even a future. They just have a past.

Because Max hadn’t been there. Max had missed it. Along with a million other things.

These. These were my favorite quotes of the chapter. Just, wow. Pure angst but can't get them out if my head!!

Note to self: For fuck's sake. Did no one warn this boy about the praise kink? I think he is aware of it😏

"Sex with you feels like giving into temptation," David explains gently, his eyes intent on Max. "And I will bite the apple every time." if it doesn’t feel like giving into temptation, then whats the point??

If he is going to hurt David, he should have the fucking balls to witness it. This boy needs therapy yall... And so do I after this

The thing David does with the wrist-kissing shoud NOT be legal!!!

David smiles faintly and mumbles into the pillow. “Goodnight, Mon Ange.” Max leaves. Pain. PURE PAIN. I'M FINE😭😭

No thoughts, head empty except ✨Mavid✨

Seriously, they are going to ruin me forever!! The beauty, the angst, the pain... LOVE IT💙

Anyway, song rec: One of Us, from Mama Mia (I feel old as shit recomending this but idc)

Take caree💚

Yeah my head is full of Mavid too. I've been listening to french shit for the last two days. Send help.

Also hating on Mamma Mia is my toxic trait lol. But the song was soft? I'm physically incapable of complimenting this movie idk wtf that is.

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT WEEK. THAT IS AN ORDER, COMRADE.

#tlnd

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talesofmaehem · 5 years

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#9 with Heronstairs? I feel like Will would definitely steal Jem's socks if he was given the chance!

It took a while for Jem to notice. After all, socks went missing all the time. They fell victim to Church, who loved to parade them proudly around the Institute before hoarding them away, or blew off the clothesline, or fell into that alternate time-space continuum where lost socks tend to end up. But it was usually singular socks, not pairs of them.

Jem surveyed the barren expanse of his sock drawer and decided that enough was enough. The cold floor bit into his bare feet as he made his way to Will’s room and pushed open the door. Will was lying on his rumpled bed and glanced up from the book he was reading as Jem walked in.

“Do you know what this is?” Jem asked without preamble.

Will looked from Jem’s face to his upheld hand and back again. “Socks?”

“My very last pair of socks,” Jem clarified. Will raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t know anything about that now, would you William?”

“Well, I would assume you need to do laundry, but I can’t say I know anything for certain.”

“I can’t do laundry,” Jem explained, “because I have no socks left to wash.”

Will furrowed his brow in confusion.

“No socks left? What happened to them?” he asked, laying his book down open on his chest to give Jem his full attention.

“I suspect a thief,” Jem said with a pointed look at Will’s feet. They were crossed at the ankle and cozily wrapped in a pair of grey socks that resembled the ones Sophie had knit Jem for Christmas.

“A theif?” Will asked, surprised.

That was the trouble with Will, he was such an experienced liar that it was nearly impossible to know when he was telling the truth. But Jem had had practice. He noticed how Will’s eyes were slightly too wide for true surprise and how he decidedly didn’t follow Jem’s gaze to his own feet. In fact, he sat up and leaned in towards Jem, as if in true concern, while cleverly tucking his feet beneath himself. This undoubtedly served two purposes: First, it brought the boys closer together, which Will knew would distract Jem, and second, it shifted Will’s socked feet out of sight. Despite seeing through both of these clever ploys, Jem remained entirely susceptible to the first.

As Will shifted closer, Jem caught the barest hint of Will’s pine soap smell. He wanted to bury his face in Will’s shirt and breathe the scent in until it was all that filled his lungs. He wanted to tangle his fingers in Will’s curls and trail them down his back until he wrung music from Will like his violin. But most importantly, he wanted to stick his frozen feet into Will’s warm side and let him thaw them out with his own body heat as punishment for his crime.

“Mmmmm indeed,” Jem murmured, eyes trailing to Will’s lips. They were bent into a gentle frown that made Jem want to smooth them out, preferably with his own mouth.

“Well, we can’t have that,” Will teased, knowing exactly what Jem was thinking of and resting his hands on Jem’s hips to pull him closer, “the thief must be apprehended.”

“Oh,” Jem said, a roguish grin twisting his own lips into a clever smile, “I think he will be.”

Will made a throaty sound of approval and Jem leaned down to kiss him. Will tilted his face up, grip tightening on Jem’s hips as he tugged him even closer, but Jem pulled away just a breath before their lips met.

“Don’t think I’m going to forget, William. The thief will pay.”

“I certainly hope so,” Will agreed, closing the distance between them and tumbling Jem on top of himself, eager to begin his reparations.

***

It took a while for Will to notice. After all, socks went missing all the time. They got separated in gear bags and darning baskets, disappeared into forgotten crevices behind the bed, or fell into that alternate time-space continuum where lost socks tend to end up. But it was usually singular socks, not pairs of them.

It wasn’t until he stumbled home from patrol one night with sopping wet shoes and frozen feet and found his sock drawer unmistakably empty that he realized what was happening.

He marched down to Jem’s room, half dressed and still soaking, and threw open the door. Jem turned at the sound from where he’d been sitting staring into the fire. Will took a moment to look him over. He’d been coming down with a fever when Will left, and despite his protests, Charlotte had insisted he stay in rather than accompany Will on patrol. His cheeks were a little flushed, his pupils slightly dilated, but other than this, Will assured himself, Jem was fine. Will felt a tightness in his chest loosen.

“Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?” Will accused, trying to channel his earlier irritation. Jem gave him a lopsided grin and made to stand up. He wavered and Will noticed how pale he was, the thin sheen of sweat on his brow, and raced to steady him.

“James,” Will said concerned, “you’re burning up.”

“And you’re freezing,” Jem countered, gripping Will’s arm to steady himself.

“Yes, well,” Will huffed, leading them to the edge of Jem’s bed, “I was just mentioning how someone’s gone and stolen all my socks.”

Jem let out a chuckle that quickly turned into a cough. Will looked at him in alarm, but Jem waved him away. When he lifted his face again, there was no blood and Will felt his own shoulders relax. He shifted his hand to interlace their fingers and assure himself of the steady flutter of Jem’s pulse.

“You should rest,” Will said, leaning his shoulder into Jem, who returned the gesture.

Jem nodded, eyes closed, and Will took the opportunity to marvel at the delicate brush of Jem’s lashes over his sharp cheekbones. He was electrified by the sudden phenomenon of eye contact. Jem grinned at having caught Will staring, and Will blushed and glanced away.

Jem squeezed his hand; “I like how I feel when you look at me like that.”

Will glanced to him again and Jem gazed steadily back. Will swallowed thickly and raised their interlaced fingers to place a kiss to the back of Jem’s hand. Jem’s skin burned against his lips and Will shivered.

“Stay,” Jem requested.

Will nodded and allowed Jem to pull him beneath the covers. He shivered again and scooched in closer to Jem’s inferno. He tentatively placed a cool palm on Jem’s forehead and Jem sighed in relief and covered Will’s hand with his own, pressing it down harder. Will smiled and obligingly pressed his cool palm into Jem’s burning skin.

“William,” Jem murmured, his eyelashes fluttering against the sensitive skin of Will’s wrist.

“Hmm?”

“Your feet are bloody freezing.”

Will paused and thought of another bed and freezing feet, then curled up his knees and pressed his feet vengefully into Jem’s warm side. Jem hissed at the shock and flipped them so Will’s back was pressed against his chest, freeing his vulnerable side from its icy attackers.

“That was completely uncalled for,” Jem complained into Will’s still-damp curls.

“That,” Will said with relish, “was justice.”

Will felt Jem’s soft laugh settle against his back and a warmth bloomed in his stomach that had nothing to do with Jem’s fever. He pressed himself further back, shamelessly nestling into Jem’s warmth, and Jem wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in further. Will felt Jem rest his burning forehead in the curve between his neck and shoulder and sigh as Will’s night-cooled skin chased the fever from his body. Will hummed in contentment and turned to place a gentle kiss to Jem’s forehead.

“Goodnight Jem,” he whispered, and was rewarded with the curve of Jem’s smile and a trail of soft kisses along his shoulder and throat.

“G’night Will.”

They fell asleep like that, curled around each other like a pair of socks tucked together in a drawer.

#prompting maehem #tid fanfic #heronstairs fanfic #Will and Jem #Jem and Will #my first thought for this prompt was hella tragic #but I wanted to write fluff #and so I did #heronstairs

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rosiedabbless · 2 years

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Don't give it up just yet, stay grand for one more minute

[Title is taken from "The Fault In Our Stars" by Troye Sivan]

"Will, Will, Will...." a name, a single name echoed in his mind."Will, William..." like a sliver of light in pitch black darkness. Something he could hold on to. Something like hope. A dot of light in the darkness. Jem tried to grab for it. But the light moved away.

As Jem followed it on some unknown instinct, another name joined the previous one. "Tessa, Tessa, Tessa..." the two names echoed in his mind like ripples in water. Like two pieces of hope. Of life. A reminder.

Jem tried again to grab for them. To hold on. To try.

The two dots of light shimmered and glowed like two pearls in the dark void, leaving trails of shimmering white light in their wake. Jem followed.

The pearls just moved further away every time he tried to touch them. To feel. Yet Jem felt nothing. Nothing but a desperate need to seek them out. To find out where they go. To ensure that they're safe.

Whither thou goest.

Jem kept following them until he reached....somewhere. With them. The place glowed faintly with shimmering light. Yet Jem could see nothing but the lights. As he moved towards them carefully, they didn't move away this time.

The pearls finally let him touch them, and vanished into an explosion of blinding white light. Jem covered his eyes.

As Brother Zachariah startled awake, a voice echoed in his mind. No, several voices. One of them slowly became clearer. "You are finally awake."

Another voice spoke. "We assumed you would not be able to make it, since the blood in your system is full of Yin-fen. But as it turns out, you are strong enough to become one of the Silent Brothers."

Finally, a very familiar voice. "Welcome to the Brotherhood, Brother Zachariah."

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torracalone · 2 years

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Will Herondale would fart under the sheets and trap Jem Carstairs under it as a joke pass it on

#tsc #jem carstairs #will herondale #heronstairs #tid #headcanon #not so cute headcanon but i know it happened #when they hd just met #jem would believe him but #as time goes by #he'd know what it is and would run #saying offensinve things to will #will would say that he as his best friend should bear everything and then would #and then he would restate the parabatai oath #in the end they'd both laugh #with jem still saying he's filthy or nasty #END OF FANFIC

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seeker-of-stories19 · 3 years

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Would anyone want to read a modern Heronstairs hospital/reincarnation AU? It would feature a few characters from Infernal Devices, and the focus would be on the effect the broken parabatai bond would have on Will and Jem in another lifetime. (Spoiler alert: they’re in the hospital so it clearly isn’t good) Lots of angst and hurt/comfort but with a happy ending.

I don’t know if that made any sense but if anyone is interested Iike or reblog this post so I’ll know. I just don’t want to put in the time to write it if I no one is interested. Also, if anyone has questions (because I really don’t think this explanation makes sense) just comment them or message me and I’ll answer.

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ohitsmsn · 1 year

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I HATE IT HERE

The feeling of complete and utter disapointment when you read a fic and one or multiple characters suddenly feel so ooc.

Like I don’t mind them being a bit ooc, but when the writer don’t tag it and out of nowhere they have a completely different personality it’s soooo annoying😭

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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Hii your fanfics are amazing! Would you consider writing one with prompt #68 and herongraystairs?

Hi! Thank you so much!! I’m really glad you enjoy them! To all the other people who sent me requests: I’ve seen them, and they’re wonderful! I’ll get to them as soon as possible!!

And just a little side note for all the readers: I don’t speak Mandarin. The only phrase I know is one my friends taught me which is “Wo yao si”. So, if you speak Mandarin, and I used the endearment wrong, I would love it if you could contact me so that I can change it!

Prompt #68: “It’s called netflix and chill for a reason.”

Ship: Herongraystairs

“Would you stop worrying about that?” Jem said as Will fiddled with the television. Apparently, it was “tilted” and Will announced that he simply had to fix it.

“Yeah, Will. Just come here. It’s called ‘Netflix and Chill’ for a reason.” Tessa said, matter-a-factly from where she was cuddling against the side of Jem’s body.

Both boys looked confused. “Netflix and—?” Will started.

“Chill?” Jem finished.

“By the Angel, you two are so outdated; you’re like the Blackberry to my iPhone.”

Will humphed. “The Blackberry was revolutionary, at it’s time.”

“I’m going to ignore that statement you just made.” Tessa said.

“Wait, what is this ‘Netflix and Chill’ you’re talking about?” Jem asked.

“Yeah,” Will said, sliding into the bed next to Tessa. “I’ve never heard of it in my life.”

“It’s a word the kids use these days. It’s supposed to mean sinful things.”

Will grinned like a boy, “I see.”

Tessa snorted. “You are such a whore, William.”

Jem burst out laughing. “It’s funny because it’s true.”

Will fell back on his back, exaggerating a gasp. “Betrayed, by the loves of my life! You would think that having two would make harsh judgment more uncommon. Alas, they–they gang up on me!”

Tessa unravelled herself from Jem’s warm arms and kissed the top of Will’s head. “You are so dramatic.”

“Please, cease these remarks at once! Can’t you see I’m already wounded, woman?”

“Don’t worry,” Jem said, brushing a curl away from Will’s forehead, “we love you anyways.”

“Tessa’s mean, Jem.” Will pouted, “Tell her to stop being so cruel.”

“Cruel? I’m one of the kindest, most elegant human to grace this planet.” Tessa retorted.

Jem sighed and looked up, as though he was staring into the heavens.

“Can we just watch the movie?” Jem said.

Tessa grinned and sat up.

“I’m so excited! I’ve heard a lot of people talking about this movie!”

“What did you say it was called?” Will said, his hair adorably muzzled. Jem reached out and brushed it with his fingers, and Will put his head on his lap, clearly enjoying the gesture.

“It’s called ‘365 Days’. It’s a thriller though I think there’s a bit of romance in it as well.”

“Oh, that’s why our Tessa is anxious to watch it.”

“She’s a sucker for romance.” Jem added with a smile.

“I hope you aren’t planning on making fun of me.” Tessa said, looking up from where she was tying her hair in a bun.

“Of you? Never.” Will said.

Jem didn’t mention the fact that they had been bickering a minute ago. He didn’t need to get them started again.

“Alright then, let’s watch this movie.”

Jem fell back into the pillows and extended an arm to Tessa, who took it with enthusiasm. He pulled her in close and kissed the spot where her forehead met her long, chocolate brown hair. She smelled like lavender and honey, a smell Jem could only associate with her. Will heaved himself by Jem’s other side, and clasped Jem’s hand in his own, lifting it up to kiss the back of it. Jem took a deep breath and let it out. This is what happiness looks like, he thought to himself, just as the movie was starting.

…

“NOOO!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Tessa screamed at the TV, covering her face.

“Did he really just grab her neck like that?!”

“TESS! What kind of romance is this?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Tessa repeated, keeping her eyes shut tightly.

They’d already seen a lot of horrible scenes and this seemed to be the last straw. Jem quickly clicked off the television. Tessa reluctantly opened her eyes. “Is it gone?”

“Yes, Qīnài de, it’s gone.” (A/N Qīnài de: dear)

They both looked over at Will, who was rocking back and forth. “I’m scarred for life.”

Tessa crawled over to him and tried to get into the ball he had made of himself. Will opened his arms and Tessa straddled his waist and hugged him. Jem smiled and put his arms around them both.

“I love how we’re treating this as though we’ve seen the apocalypse.” Tessa mumbled against Will’s shoulder.

“No, darling, we’ve seen worse.”

“The saddest part: We never got to chill.”

“Oh no,” Will said, “it’ll be a very long time before I’ll be able to ‘Netflix and chill’ again.”

“Watch Netflix and chill.” Tessa corrected.

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

Jem laughed and kissed them both.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as we have each other.”

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