“My cage’s looming shadow
Wanders around the floor
All night long
Save yourself, nightingale
My cage is empty
Goodbye,
I am a night bird
You are the morning ray
Sticks deep like a needle
A little bit more
And I will forget you.
I'm running away, I'm flying away, I'm wandering
I’m the strangest dream, I’m the deepest longing,
I'm the nightmare
I will love you
Forever. ”
– Онытырмын (I will forget you) by АИГЕЛ
Little Medieval Au For @alastair-appreciation-month
Hello all! Welcome to this year's ghostwriter fest! The TSC fandom hasn't celebrated Lucie and Jesse in a while, and we decided we should change that!
Ghostwriter Fest will run October 16-22, and late submissions will be accepted until November 1st for reblogs or on the AO3 collection. We've included some prompts below, loose enough to allow lots of creativity.
October 30th - Green and or Blue
October 31th - Snow/Winter
November 1 - Ballroom Dancing/Masquerade Ball
November 2 - Writer AU
November 3 - Post-canon
November 4 - Ghosts/Monsters/Supernatural AU
November 5 - Fairytale Ending
There are no rules except no hate and to support each other. Please send an ask if you have questions. Have fun!
“O wanderer, thorns of lonely sadness are stuck in your robes,
As soon as you see a blooming spring flower garden, stay away!
O dervish, blinded by grief, in love without hope,
Don't trust doctors words and salve! Your illness is to far gone!”
– Saadi Shīrāzī
For @alastair-appreciation-month (if you haven’t participated yet, you still have a chance 😉😉😉)
“My cage’s looming shadow
Wanders around the floor
All night long
Save yourself, nightingale
My cage is empty
Goodbye,
I am a night bird
You are the morning ray
Sticks deep like a needle
A little bit more
And I will forget you.
I'm running away, I'm flying away, I'm wandering
I’m the strangest dream, I’m the deepest longing,
I'm the nightmare
I will love you
Forever. ”
– Онытырмын (I will forget you) by АИГЕЛ
Little Medieval Au For @alastair-appreciation-month
“My cage’s looming shadow
Wanders around the floor
All night long
Save yourself, nightingale
My cage is empty
Goodbye,
I am a night bird
You are the morning ray
Sticks deep like a needle
A little bit more
And I will forget you.
I'm running away, I'm flying away, I'm wandering
I’m the strangest dream, I’m the deepest longing,
I'm the nightmare
I will love you
Forever. ”
– Онытырмын (I will forget you) by АИГЕЛ
Little Medieval Au For @alastair-appreciation-month
“I’ve done some things that I shouldn’t have done but I haven’t stopped loving you once”
happy alastair appreciation month :)
Thomas's hand rested on the door handle to the Institute’s library as he stared hard at the floor. He could still hear the faint noises of the people crowded downstairs. The Enclave had made a quick job of rounding up the London Shadowhunters after the fight at Westminster Abbey.
Currently, the infirmary had expanded into the Sanctuary and the hallways, and the area was bustling with the injured and healers alike. Thomas had never been very useful in the healing department, so he'd chosen to retreat to a space where he wouldn't be an obstruction.
That was his explanation to anyone who had asked anyway. What he'd chosen to not mention was that he'd watched Alastair slip away to the library earlier. This was followed by his thoughts rather incessantly chiming Alastair's name in his mind, and that had brought him here.
But now, standing before the library, Thomas couldn’t quite bring himself to actually open the door. Their last conversation, on the roof, had left Thomas’s head spinning. Alastair very rarely revealed anything about himself, and the little that he did made a patchwork of a complicated past. It had made Thomas understand why Alastair couldn’t accept that Thomas loved him. And Thomas did love him, in a way so deep that the distance between them now left him feeling untethered and lost.
But Alastair was set to leave London. Despite how conflicted Alastair seemed to be about leaving, hope slipped through Thomas’s fingers like water. Alastair’s doubts were deeply rooted within him, and Thomas could scarcely imagine a way to undo the years of damage that had ground those beliefs into him. But he needed to try.
Thomas took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the handle. He pushed the door open.
The library appeared empty and, with the unlit fireplace, was only illuminated by the setting sun in the windows. Thomas let the door shut behind him, moving more fully into the room. He couldn’t see-
“Thomas?”
Alastair was standing in one of the rows of bookshelves, his hand arrested in the motion of reaching towards the case. The rays of sun reached through the book case and illuminated his face in a soft glow. Something in Thomas ached at the sight of him.
Alastair looked uncertain, and the vulnerability of his expression pushed Thomas to narrow the space between them.
In the dim light Thomas could see that his bruises and cuts weren’t quite faded yet. The gash on his forehead left a light scar that grazed the top of his eyebrow. Thomas hadn’t realized he’d lifted his fingers to brush over the scar until he heard Alastair’s soft gasp.
Thomas let his gaze drop to Alastair’s eyes.
“The battle is over,” Thomas said quietly. He fought to keep his voice steady, but doubt was turning his stomach into ice. “Your brother is born. You don’t have anything else binding you to London.”
Alastair swallowed and looked away. His dark eyes looked as if they were clouded over in thought. “I know.”
Thomas let his eyes roam over Alastair’s side profile, letting them trace the harsh angles of his face that were softened by the sun.
Thomas was sure, more sure than he was of anything, that Alastair was the only one he’d ever feel this way for. From the beginning, from the realization that had struck him all those years ago in the cold of the Academy’s hallways, he’d known. And he couldn’t lose him now.
Alastair was watching him intently now, his hand reaching up to brush Thomas’s gently. Thomas felt the slight touch warm his entire body. Please stay. Please let this be enough for you to stay.
“I’ve been afraid for a long time,” Alastair said carefully, moving his hand so that it was fully clutching Thomas’s. “Of myself. Of what I was turning into. I thought that running was the only way to rid myself of that fear, and to protect you from what I am.”
The raw vulnerability in his voice was jarring. Thomas grasped onto it, desperately searching for the right thing to say. “There is nothing in you that I fear. You aren’t evil Alastair, you’re everything. Stay with me.” He pulled their tangled fingers up to press against his heart. “I can’t lose you.”
In the dim light, Alastair’s dark eyes glimmered. But the usual guardedness had fallen away. Let him hear me, Thomas thought desperately. Let him believe me.
Alastair took a shaky breath and leaned against the bookshelf. When his eyes lifted again, they searched Thomas’s face, as if trying to find a sign of dishonesty. Thomas raised his free hand to touch the side of Alastair’s face, catching a tear that had escaped his eyes.
After a long moment, Alastair closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “I don’t want to run anymore. I don’t want to leave you.”
“Don’t,” Thomas said softly.
Alastair shifted closer and Thomas responded easily, wrapping his arms around the other boy and bringing Alastair’s head to his heart. Alastair murmured his next words so softly, but Thomas caught them.
In the light of the fading sun, he clung to those words like a promise.
I love you.
—-
i felt so out of practice writing this omg
super super old taglist so sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged
“O wanderer, thorns of lonely sadness are stuck in your robes,
As soon as you see a blooming spring flower garden, stay away!
O dervish, blinded by grief, in love without hope,
Don't trust doctors words and salve! Your illness is to far gone!”
– Saadi Shīrāzī
For @alastair-appreciation-month (if you haven’t participated yet, you still have a chance 😉😉😉)
“O wanderer, thorns of lonely sadness are stuck in your robes,
As soon as you see a blooming spring flower garden, stay away!
O dervish, blinded by grief, in love without hope,
Don't trust doctors words and salve! Your illness is to far gone!”
– Saadi Shīrāzī
For @alastair-appreciation-month (if you haven’t participated yet, you still have a chance 😉😉😉)
How come we only had that one ghostwriterfest two years ago? Why isn’t it an annual thing like alastember? People really don’t give ghostwriter enough attention, despite them being the least problematic couple in the whole series.
The last one was during the last week of September, so would it be too late now to start one from sep 25-Oct 1? Is anyone else interested in a ghostwriter fest 2023? If so, who would like to run it? Also if whoever ran the original @ghostwriterfest2021 could reach out to me, that would be amazing.
Alastair had a collection of daggers, and he had brought quite a few of them with him from Cirenworth. They were the only beautiful things Cordelia remembered Alastair ever paying special attention to. @alastair-appreciation-month
