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Umbrellas?????
Romano: I wasn’t any help to grandma back then. My sister bested me at everything so I felt left out. Then I became my grandma’s parasol holder. Although it was a simple job, it gave me a sense of purpose.. a feeling that I was wanted... needed. So yeah you could say the umbrella is valuable to me. Besides.. grandma didn’t taught us how to fight that time, so this is the closest thing I can get to train with a weapon.
The prompt "cooking for each other and judging each other’s food like they’re on Top Chef" for thomastair please!! <3
I spent the weekend watching top chef and started crying when one of them got kicked out just so you know
And thanks for the prompt! <33
It Wasn’t That Bad
Thomastair Fluff Oneshot (featuring Matthew because he’s too devoted to their happiness and he wouldn’t miss this for life)
1.2 k words
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“I don’t want to do this.”
Alastair smirks from where he is laying ingredients on the kitchen counter. “Really? That’s not what you told me before.”
Thomas throws up his hands and rolls his eyes, but a smile is on his face. “You were so happy I couldn’t refuse.”
“Mhm. Okay, everything’s ready. You ready to start?”
Rolling his eyes again Thomas moves to stand in the kitchen. Across the table Alastair drops his voice an octave, taking on a dramatic tone. “Today on Top Chef…”
The door to their apartment bursts open, and in came Matthew, talking while waving his hand and reading a text on his phone. “Hey, do you—what is this? Oh my god is this Top Chef?!!”
Alastair throws up his hands as Thomas holds in his laughter. “How did you even get in here?”
“Dunno.” Matthew throws himself on a chair, tucking his legs under him. “But I’m staying! I want to watch Thomas fail!”
“Thanks for the support,” Thomas spits, and Alastair laughs.
“Fine, Matthew can be judge. Care to do the honours, Matthew?”
Matthew smiles wide, holding his phone like a microphone. “Today of Top Chef we’ve got two interesting competitors; Alastair, whose gonna undoubtedly win the whole thing, and, um, Thomas, who won’t.” He ignores Thomas’ glares and Alastair stifles his laugh. “And the challenge for this week is… uh, what’s the challenge?”
Alastair spreads his arms wide, indicating the food laid out. “Take your pick.”
Matthew springs up and after a moment announces, “Mushrooms.” At Alastair’s raised eyebrows Matthew shrugs. “I hate them. It’ll be hard to impress me. Well, I don’t doubt Alastair can but Thomas definitely won’t.” He sends him a grin and Thomas makes an exasperated noise.
Matthew gets back into character. “For this challenge, contestants will make a dish centered on mushrooms, as well as a dessert with the theme of orange. No questions,” he adds at Alastair and Thomas’ look. “Get ready, because you have only an hour to complete this challenge.”
“And Thomas will need all 60 minutes of it,” Alastair chimes in.
Thomas waves his hand dismissively. “I will destroy you, babe.”
Alastair chuckles. “Love you too.”
“Oh, that reminds me.” Matthew wiggles his finger. “No working together you two. This is competition. Sacrifices must be made. Tears must be shed.”
“Good Lord just fucking start the clock.”
Matthew brings his phone-microphone back to his mouth. “Get ready… 5… 4… 3… 2… now!”
For the next hour Thomas and Alastair work to cook their dishes and make their desserts, and everything is hectic while Matthew shouts unhelpful tips:
“Let’s go guys! You're doing great!”
“....Thomas you forgot to turn on the stove.”
“Alastair is that burning?!”
“Only 10 minutes left!”
“Alastair I saw that! Stop helping Tom! And Tom stop dropping all the plates!”
“3… 2… STOP!”
Alastair and Thomas put down their utensils, and Alastair glances at Thomas, who somehow managed to get icing in his hair, even though his dessert isn’t a pastry. Thomas sees him looking and sticks out his tongue, and Alastair grins back.
Matthew stand up, surveying their dishes. He picks up a fork and takes the dessert dishes first: Alastair’s, which looks like some sort of pastry with orange slices, and Thomas’, who just dyed some ice-cream orange. Alastair grins wide when he sees Thomas’ dessert, trying very hard to hold in his laugh.
Thomas rolls his eyes and says to Matthew, “I don’t trust you to not be bias and make Alastair win.” Matthew pretends to look offended, and sends him a shit eating-grin.
“Why would I be bias?”
“Maybe because you love annoying me?’
Matthew grins. “True enough. You guys will judge each others, and then we’ll combine them with my scores to see who gets the highest.”
They all taste the desserts, and then Alastair says, “Mine.”
“You can’t just declare yourself winner!” Thomas exclaims.
“No, no, he's right," Matthew says. “And you cheated anyways Tom so Alastair wins by default.” Thomas throws up his hands and Matthew says, “Now for the main course!”
They taste Thomas’ first, a bowl of garlic mushrooms, which are basically just mushrooms cooked with garlic, butter and herbs. Thomas looks from Matthew to Alastair. “Well?”
“Um.” Alastair’s face looks like he’s trying not to blanch. “It’s—”
“Disgusting,” Matthew says. "Awful. Gritty."
“I was going to say unique,” Alastair says, and then laughs at Thomas’ look. “I’m sorry, azizam, but there is a reason I don’t let you cook on your own.”
Thomas sighs and gives him a rueful smile. “Fair enough, I don’t think we’d survive if I was the one feeding us.”
Matthew picks up Alastair’s dish, which looks like some five-star Michelin recipe. He's done mushrooms with noodles, and covered it in a green coconut curry and chickpeas. “Now this, on the other hand, looks edible.”
“Wow. Stung.”
Matthew and Alastair laugh, and Thomas and Matthew taste Alastair’s dish. Thomas’ eyes widened. “This is great, wow, Alastair. I’m impressed.”
Alastair smiles and rolls his eyes, taking a mushroom and popping it in his mouth. “Of course it is. I cooked it.”
Matthew nods his head, chewing thoughtfully. “You may make me actually almost like mushrooms. Tom, you’re lucky to be engaged to such a great cook.”
Alastair chokes on his mushroom. “What?” He turns to Thomas, who’s blushing from the tips of his ears to his cheeks to his neck. Thomas in turn turns to Matthew.
“Ah,” Matthew says meekly. “Did I say too much? I thought you already gave him the ring—I’ll just stop talking now. Shutting up. Actually you know what I’ll just leave. Now. Yeah. Leaving. Bye.” Matthew turns and walks out of the apartment, leaving the two in silence as they staring at the door.
“Tom?” Alastair finally says.
Thomas, blushing so hard his face is a deep red, turns back to Alastair. Alastair can see his pulse on his neck moving rapidly as he swallows. “Um, I, that is, um—”
Alastair chuckles at Thomas’ flustered face and lays a hand on his arm. “You okay?” he asks with a smirk.
Thomas looks down at him, still blushing, but when he sees Alastair smirk he expels his breath, laughing shakenly. “I—I hadn’t wanted to do it this way,” he stutters. “At a restaurant or something, not” —he waves his hands at the mess of the kitchen— “like this. I wanted to—”
“Tom,” Alastair interrupts. “It’s okay. Unfortunate, maybe, that Matthew had to ruin it, but I don’t care how you do it. That doesn’t matter to me.”
Thomas looks at him with wide hazel eyes. “Then you’ll say yes?”
Alastair smiles. “You haven’t asked yet.”
Thomas realizes he’s right, blushes again, and moves away to take out a small velvet box from his jacket hanging on a hook. He goes back to the kitchen and kneels on one knee, holding the box open in front of him. Inside it is a ring studded with four diamonds. He looks up at Alastair and swallows hard. “Esfandiyār,” he says, “will you… marry me?”
Alastair looks down at Thomas kneeling in front of him, who’s still red and has icing in his hair, and smiles so wide his face hurts. “No.”
Thomas is so surprised he doesn’t even look hurt. “What?”
Alastair chuckles and pulls Thomas to his feet. “Kidding. Of course I’ll marry you, you big giant.” Thomas smiles back at him as takes Alastair’s hand, putting the ring on his fourth finger. He’s smiling big and goofy, full of happiness, and Alastair’s heart tugs at the sight of him, and he smiles wide too.
“But,” he amends, “I’ll still take the romantic dinner.”
Thomas laughs and pulls Alastair to him, kissing his mouth. “As long as I don’t have to cook.”
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seeing you makes me giddily in love
Chapter 13
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so long since i've posted :') enjoy <33
TW/CW brief talk of mental health disorders, smut (the smut in the fic is about the same amount you’d find in one of CC’s books)
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That night Thomas slept well, until he didn’t. He shifted under the sheets, trying to get comfortable. Beside him he could feel Alastair shifting as well.
“Your bed’s too small,” Thomas whispered. He flopped onto his stomach. “And why is it so hot.”
“It’s a twin bed,” Alastair whispered back. “And I never sleep with this many layers. I’m taking my shirt off.” Without sitting up he managed to take off his shirt and sweater, throwing them towards the end of the bed. After a moment Thomas threw his shirt there too, and then closed his eyes to go back to sleep.
Then Alastair broke the silence, his voice tinged with playfulness. “Now I’m cold.”
Hey!!
👑This one will be fun! Send me two/three tsc characters and three characteristics that describe you and i’ll write a fic with you as the main character!
(Simon, Alec and Jace?)
(well this was hard cause everytime someone asks me this I completely forget who I am BUT... Funny, stubborn and patient? Idk😂)
And dont worry. Take the time you need!
Again congrats!! 💙💙
Thaaaaankkkk youuu Noaaaahhhh <33
Its short i’ve used up all my energy during exams but i hope you enjoy!!
House Days
“Name five things you would never eat on a pizza.”
You, Alec, Simon and Jace are sitting in a random room in the Institute, lounging around on chairs. Simon's got a cold and Izzy forbids him to leave and step out into the cold weather, and Magnus and Clary have left to go clothes shopping, so Alec and Jace are just bored. Jace sits filing an axe with the tip of a knife, and Alec has his head in a book.
You turn wary eyes to Simon, who asked the question. “Why?”
Simon shrugs. You list off, “Brussel sprouts, slugs, mayonnaise, ketchup and toothpaste.”
“Toothpaste doesn’t count,” Alec says, flipping a page of his book.
“He never said they have to be food,” you reply. Alec looks up, and then chuckles, closing his book. He glances at Jace, who's studiously sharpening his axe. “Is there a reason you’re doing that?”
“Nope,” Jace says. “But it looks nicer sharpened, don’t you agree?”
Alec throws up his hands, standing up. “Why is it you all become reduced to lunatics when there isn’t anything important to do.” All three of you shrug, and Alex shakes his head, heading off to shower.
“Someone has a stick up their butt,” Simon comments, followed by a bunch of sneezes.
You throw the box of tissues at Simon, nodding your head. “I think we should teach him a lesson. Jace?”
Jace lifts his head and grins a pure mischief grin. “On it.” He’s up and out of the room in a flash, and you and Simon exchange looks before scrambling up and following him.
You find Jace outside Alec’s door, listening intently. “Okay, Simon go find a spider, Noah cut the lights.” You grin at Jace and hurry off to the main electrical switches, Simon following, heading to the basement, grumbling about where the hell is he supposed to find a spider.
Once Simon texts you that they're ready you turn off the lights, and then for good measure the showers too. You hurry back to Alec’s room just in time to here his exclamation.
Jace turns to Simon. “Spider?”
Simon deposits a large hairy spider into Jace’s hands, and Jace gawks. “Where the hell did you find that?” Simon shrugs, and you put a hand over your mouth to stop your giggle.
With one hand Jace takes out his stele and unlocks the door to Alec’s room, and then quietly heads for Alec’s bathroom. He crouches down, nudging the spider through the crack under the door. “Do your work, ugly arachnid,” he croons, and once its one the other side of the room Jace stands up, grinning and beckoning you and Simon into the room.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing as you and Simon quietly creep into the room. The three off you place your ears to the door, Simon crouched down and you standing over him and Jace standing over you, and Simon almost sneezes, but quickly catches it. He looks up and grins, placing his head back on the door.
“I wish I could video record this,” Jace whispers.
You take out your phone and turn the video recorder on. “We can at least record his scream,” you whisper back.
All three of you wait, breathing softly, for the moment Alec realizes he’s not alone in the bathroom anymore.
When it finally comes, the scream Alec gives keeps you laughing for weeks.
Yoooo bestieee congraassttsssss you deserve a lot more 💚💚💚 also your fics are so amazing!!
👑 characteristics- crackhead, awks introvert, geeky fangirl , my Braincells do work sometimes
Characters- Simon and Kit *seriously... they'd make a great duo*
🤠 cym as runes!!
Tysmm💚💚
Stay happy n hydrated 💚
Tysm bestie!! <333 and sorry for the later response jsdjadj
for the cym you as the fearless rune
@gabtapia as guidance and/or iratze
@dark-artifices-only as mnemosyne (remembrance)
@walkerrenee as deflect/block
@noah-herondale-lightwood as fireproof
@gayforcarstairsgirls as fortune
@josiecarstairs as awareness
@fantasticangelrebel as calm anger
@writeordie-4 as creation
i am missing a tone of people here
And here is your fic (it’s short but i think you’ll like it <333)
Just Fun
“Okay, guys, I’ve figured it out.”
It’s another one of those functions you get forced into but don’t have the slightest idea why. You raise your head from your book to see Simon standing in front of you. Kit, across the table, raises his eyebrows. “Figured out what?”
Simon takes a seat at the table. “So you know how these functions are literally never any fun?” Kit snorts, and you feel you’re lips curve up: Simon’s words were a big understatement.
Simon grins. “Well, this time it’s going to be fun.”
He doesn’t say anything else, just grins at you and Kit, and finally you roll your eyes and ask, “How?”
Simon launches into an extensive summary of his plan. You see Kit’s face drain of colour as Simon goes on to explain it, and you snicker. You love it.
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Five minutes later you’re sitting beside Kit and Simon, the three of you squished together on a hard bench. Izzy and Ty stand towering over you.
“Repeat again,” Izzy says. She turns to Simon, glowering.
Simon meekly ducks his head. “We were just having fun!”
“Riiiight.” Izzy doesn’t believe it. She crosses her arms. “And why did you think it would be fun to start an impromptu concert and have Kit sing a bunch of Conan Gray on the gazebo at a wedding rehearsal?” When Simon doesn’t answer she turns to Kit, who has blue icing in his hair, and then to you.
You raise your hands. “It was all Simon. I just cheered from the sidelines.” Simon gives you a look full of betrayal, and you give him a sheepish smile.
“Izzy,” Kit says. He glances at Ty, who has his eyebrows raise and is looking down at Kit, and then turns to Isabelle. “What’s the harm? We didn’t hurt anyone.”
“The committee’s out 50 grand,” Ty says.
Kit winces. “It wasn’t suppose to collapse—”
Izzy throws up her hands. “Just clean it up,” she says, and stomps off. Simon hurries off after her.
“Ty,” Kit says, looking up at his boyfriend. “Are you mad at me?”
Ty looks thoughtful for a moment, and then shakes his head. “But it was a stupid thing to do.” Kit’s face burns, and you would laugh if he didn’t look so embarrassed.
Ty walks away, and Kit turns to you. “We messed up.”
“We did,” you agree. But then you remember Kit wailing into the microphone, and Simon playing the guitar, and smile. “But it was worth it.”
Kit sighs, gives you a rueful smile, and goes to get a mop.
It’s a lot of work cleaning everything up. But one day you, Kit and Simon will look back on this day and smile. Good thing you have it all recorded.
Hey, Chia, Ik you are pretty busy and I'm sorry if this is too much but I love the tid three with all my heart. There's no pressure, it's just a request, maybe you could please write these
Herongraystairs- Hurt/Comfort 49
Wessa: Hurt/Comfort 33
Jessa: Hurt/Comfort 42
Heronstairs: Hurt/Comfort 50
Again, if you don't like these, it's cool. Sorry to disturb.
I’m sorry this came so late! 🙈 I got caught up with school and other fic ideas and I because I love the Jem, Tessa and Will too (🥺) I didn’t want to write anything until I got an actual good idea. Instead of writing four separate fics I just wrote one long fic with the four prompts as four separate scenes. Also, I realized prompt 33 and 50 were the same, so I changed the wording a little for 50. I hope this is okay, and I hope you enjoy! :)
When The World's Not Perfect
A Herongraystairs, Wessa, Jessa and Heronstairs Oneshot
Set during TID period (Jem is engaged to Tessa, Will knows his curse isn’t real)
Words: About 4.2 k
Prompts: “I can’t… I don’t want to be left alone.” / “Can you stay until I fall asleep?” / “Thank you for being here.” / “Would you mind to stay? I’d feel better if you didn’t leave.”
Fic title and song lyrics taken from If We Have Each Other by Alec Benjamin
Tw/Cw blood, mentions of death, arguments (I'm sorry it get's slightly angsty hehe)
The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad // If we got each other, and that's all we have
The weather had been foul. The wind blew in harsh gusts, and rain drenched the streets, mixing with the smell of smog and the dirt of London to produce a grimy thin substance that clung to the houses, the ground, the shops, indeed anything that came in contact with it, including the person of any misfortunate soul who happen to be out at the time.
