a little birthday present i did a while ago for the wonderful @vwritesaus 💖 it's a scene from her beautiful fic (i'm begging you all to go read it if you haven't yet. it's a masterpiece.)

“I am so happy,” Thomas whispered, hoping that his voice did not crack. “Because you finally understand that marshmallows are meant to be charred?” Alastair’s voice was a smile, a joke. It was also a whisper, the words intended for nowhere besides the space between them despite their frivolity. “No,” Thomas said, determined to express his emotions rather than allow things to devolve into fun but meaningless banter. “Because I married you.” - Or, the one where Thomas and Alastair officially realize that they are husbands on Valentine's Day.

@vwritesaus, I think you'll especially like this one.

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The first thing Thomas notices is that he is standing in a well-lit room. Sunlight streams in through large arched windows, casting long rays along the floor and opposite walls from which framed paintings hang. He can’t make out any of the faces, most of them blurred or faded from age, but he can see every miniature groove in the elaborate frames carved with fleurs-de-lis, tiny leaves and rose petals.       The second thing he notices is Alastair Carstairs sitting sideways on one of the window seats of those arched windows, his back leaning against the edge of the arch and one foot planted firmly on the seat, the toes of the other grazing the wooden flooring. His attention is fixed on the world beyond the glass panes—a streaked mass of fluffy clouds and a blue sky stretching for miles—and his expression is contemplative, almost serious. That attention quickly turns to Thomas, possibly having sensed his presence, and something close to coyness blooms to life in his expression.       ‘Lightwood,’ he greets politely.       When Thomas blinks and doesn’t respond—too shocked to do so, because Alastair Carstairs is talking to him? To Tiny Tom, willingly?—Alastair rolls his eyes. He swings his whole body around to face him, both feet on the floor and his gaze fierce.       ‘Well?’ he prods. ‘Are you simply going to stand there like a cad, or are you going to come here and sit beside me?’

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hello!! long time no see, haha...

but here i am, and i bring with me a little fic i wrote for my wonderful best girl @drunkonimagination for her birthday back in july ✨✨ it's based off this art of hers where thomas dreams of kissing alastair, only to get rather the rude awakening lol. hope you enjoy it!!

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tagging people who might be interested: @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @ferrari-go-vroom-vroom @astriefer @luciehercndale @claritywithclary @bluewrite

let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!!

Oh, and a word for Thomastair: Um,,, pearl!

This is part of another longer fic idea I've had in mind for weeks where Thomas and Alastair go to Italy. After we met yesterday, I just knew that I had to use this for the prompt you asked :)

Thomas had never been on an actual beach before, so the day after he and Alastair arrived in Italy, the first thing they did was packing their bags with towels and food and go swimming in the bright blue Mediterranean sea.

They were walking on the shore when something picked Thomas’ interest and he couldn’t help but taking it in his hands to inspect it. “Look what I found,” he said to a curious Alastair, “it looks like an oyster.”

Alastair didn’t know much about seashells, but he believed that Thomas could be right. “It is really interesting,” he commented.

“There is no pearl inside,” Thomas said with disappointment after opening it, not really sure what he was expecting inside the shell.

“You are a pearl, hamsaram,” Alastair said, and that was enough to make Thomas forget about the oyster altogether.

do you have any favourite thomastair fics? id prefer ones that fit w the book canon, but anything is ok!

hii anon! first off, forgive the delay but studying is taking me more time than expected and lately being active on here has become more challenging than i thought 🫠 anyway! yep, absolutely! i’m gonna recommend you my all-time favourites and they’re all canon compliant! (despite the first one follows the events of the first two books only):

- don’t say you love me by @all-this-panic-still-no-disco

- breathe by @vwritesaus

- what's in a kiss? (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) by @vwritesaus

and i commented properly on each fic (and recommended others as well) on my insta highlights if you’re interested! here have the link!

p.s. i must admit that i’ve missed a lot of post-chot fics and i have some on my to-read list (which will be absolutely acknowledged once time and energy allow me to), so keep your eyes peeled for future recommendations! ✨

Thomas: I knew I was gay when I was eight years old, at a sleepover.

Thomas: One of the other guys asked me who was my celebrity crush, and I couldn’t think of a girl celebrity that I’d even considered, so I panicked and said Queen Victoria.

James:

Christopher:

Matthew: You do realize that’s when the rest of us learned you were gay, right?

Thomas:

Thomas: Well, I realize that now.

i don’t think that the amount of love i felt for alastair and thomas and their stories has gone down but there’s some kind of mental block that’s not letting me make any kind of content or commentary about them because they feel so faraway in some way and it’s making me sad

thomastair had more scenes than I expected but that ending felt off. thomas never told alastair he loved him or that he likes his hair or anything like that. something was missing. someone pls tell my boy he's beautiful pls pls pls

Ok but like, all thomastair's makeout scenes felt like reading fanfiction, especially the one in the carriage

Me, inside a circle of salt with my laptop (the ao3 tab is open) in the middle : bottom thomas lightwood bottom thomas lightwood bottom thomas lightwood bottom thomas lightwood bottom thomas lightwood bottom thomas lightwood bottom thomas lightwood-

Literally, the first interaction Thomas has with Alastair after their brief parting in CHOI is unintentionally sending him a message that: (a) calls him stupid, (b) proclaims he brushes his own teeth as if it’s some big accomplishment and (c) demands Alastair not tell anyone because it must be some top secret weapon that’ll demolish Belial. I swear their scenes together are either: romantic, banter or comedy. It’s like a romcom rolled into one.

Thomastair romcom when?

Cordelia Carstairs isn't allowed to date until her older brother does. Alastair is in a secret relationship with Charles Fairchild, but can't tell anyone that he's dating him. So, at Charles' suggestion, and to give his sister any chance at dating, Alastair reluctantly decides to go on a date with someone else. It's supposed to be just one date and mean nothing, but things get complicated and Alastair starts to question his real relationship.

(A modern era 10 Things I Hate About You style Thomastair AU where they’re all mundanes)

Chrysalism (n): The tranquility and peace that you feel when you’re indoors during a thunderstorm. Otherwise known as a Thomastair-centric epilogue to Chain of Thorns that shows them navigating their new relationship immediately as the storm of battle lifts after Belial's defeat.

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When it’s all over, when the shaking shifts to faint trembles and the woven brightness between them reduces to a cosy warmth, Thomas thinks he needs to learn how to breathe again. He just can’t seem to catch it, even as Alastair—who himself is breathing heavily—rolls off Thomas and lands on the mattress with a thump.       The quietness of the infirmary is broken by their laboured breathing, and yet Thomas has never felt more at peace. His gaze, set on the ceiling, shifts to the man lying next to him. Alastair’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his eyes closed serenely, and his red, kiss-swollen lips parted. A rosy blush coats his cheekbones, his lashes black and long and fluttering with each inhale, and there’s an ethereal glow to his brown skin, like an angel from on high, and warm as a summer’s day.       He’s beautiful.       He’s so beautiful that Thomas can't believe he’s allowed to see him like this. That they’d lain together, touched each other, spilled wordless declarations onto their bodies in ways Thomas has only ever dreamed about, and had only gotten a sample of during their last carriage ride.       This was so much better, and so much more. Thomas is reeling from the magnitude of it all. His limbs continue to harbour sweet, electric tingles, unadulterated euphoria contained within flesh and bone, and the imprint of Alastair—his touch, his kisses—are embossed in the depth of Thomas’s very core.       He and Alastair… they really did that. They really did—       Alastair’s arm shoots out, causing Thomas to jolt from the suddenness. He grips Thomas’s wrist, tight as a vice.       ‘Damn you, Thomas,’ he whispers. A short, gasping laugh fills the sliver of space between them and Alastair’s half-lidded gaze, dark with emotion, slides to Thomas. ‘Damn you.’       It’s playful, his voice laced with awe, and Thomas scoops Alastair’s hand up and brings the knuckles to his lips.

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so sorry for the SUPER quick graphic ajksdhas but i'm super tired and i'm just glad this fic is finally out lol :'D

anyway, this basically takes place straight after the infirmary scene in chain of thorns and just my silly little take on some thomastair pillow talk c': hope you enjoy it!!

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tagging people who might be interested: @drunkonimagination @astriefer @ferrari-go-vroom-vroom @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @claritywithclary @bluewrite

let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!!

OKAY GO OFF ABOUT YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS FOR THE THOMASTAIR STORY

CC said their story is like a romcom which is one of my comfort genres so I want them to be super domestic and fluffy 💜

breakfast in bed <3 or cooking for each other

Alastair playing the piano and Thomas singing!!!

exchanging glances from across the room and needing to leave the premises to kiss

dancing even without music <3 (idk why but I love ships dancing)

Thomas looking at Alastair sleep and being inspired to write poems about his beauty

them going grocery shopping for their new house <3

one of them giving each other a message after a long night of patrol

speaking Farsi with each other!!!

having dinner together in Paris like in 1902

eating with their families and we actually see it

playing with Zachary!!! thinking about their future <3

there is a car on the BiB cover so maybe them using Matthew's car??? I am planning a fic where I hint about Thomas doing something with a car

There is more but these came up to my mind right now

hey! i definitely think of you as someone with taste, and was wondering if you have any good fic recommendations for thomastair?

omg thank you, that's such a huge compliment!!

and you're lucky because i already posted some thomastair fic recs on my insta highlights!! here is the link <3

p.s. i'd recommended these before reading chot and hadn't really considered all the post-chot fics yet....so may i add @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone's thomastair fics to the list...they're so lovely <3