#clarystilinski

[elizasshamilton]

heronstairs + modern day au

"This is not what the training room is meant for…" Jem protested as Will pushed him back against the shelf that held some of the smaller weapons, like Jem’s favored throwing stars. "Also this is highly inadvisable, and if I get poked by a 14th century dagger because of - oh -" Will had sealed his mouth over a particular sensitive spot of Jem’s neck, and the silver-haired boy had shivered in response.

"Jem, it’s fine. No one’s gonna walk in."

"That’s not exactly what I’m worried about - we are supposed to be doing research to support the Clave against Sebastian Morgenstern -"

"And what, exactly, are we going to manage to uncover that the warlocks can’t?" Will said, pulling away from Jem with a sigh. He was lightly flushed, and unbearably pretty. "They’ve got Magnus on retainer and he knows more than the both of us combined."

"You just worship him because he found out your curse was bullshit."

"Such a filthy mouth, James Carstairs."

"I think it would be your mouth that’s filthy, William Herondale.”

Will laughed, blue-eyes sparkling, and ran a hand tenderly over Jem’s cheek. “That’s true. Look, can I help it that I’d rather spend my time with you than pouring over dusty old tomes? The London Institute’s going to be evacuated any day now, anyway. And you, sir, need to relax.”

"Do I?"

"Of course. Your cousin is going to need you in the best shape possible. You’re all Emma has left."

Jem sighed, and looked away briefly. “Yes, I know. You know I’ll be fine -“

"Not if you do nothing but worry. Let me calm you down."

"…fine. But not here, let’s go to your room."

"Deal."

[elizasshamilton]

clizzy + pop stars au lmao

(ps immediately I pictured this: http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130510170743/degrassi/images/d/d0/Tumblr_m39tgi5Vkp1roqoea.gif)

"Oh, Clary, honestly. We’ve been doing this for years now - you know you cannot wear your converse on stage." Isabelle said, upon seeing Clary emerge from the bathroom in her black, sparkly dress - and green converse. She frowned and stood up, crossing the room quickly to her girlfriend-slash-music partner. "The dress is extremely sexy though." She remarked, winking. Clary smiled up at her indulgently, and accepted the kiss Izzy pressed to her lips.

"I can’t dance in those stupid heels." Clary said as Isabelle drew back. The girl towered over her on a normal day, in five inch heels the brunette was practically sky high. Clary had no idea how she even managed to walk around in those things, but she never wore less than three inches. Isabelle shook her head and crossed over to the clothes rack, shuffling around a minute before pulling out a pair of black boots - sensible ones, really, for Iz.

"Just…try these. I know you have your look, that grungy thing, and I love it and the fans love it - but those shoes do not go with that dress.” She tossed the boots to Clary, who barely caught them in time. The redhead sighed, but still sat down to change her shoes. It was useless arguing with Isabelle. 

"Fine, but I’m changing this whole outfit at intermission. Full casual. That is the price of these boots."

"…Fine."

"I love you."

"…I love you too, my wayward tomboy."

[elizasshamilton]

whouffle + bandits au

"You should wear a half mask. Masks are cool," Clara says, handing John a black eye mask. "But I’d like to see your mouth at all times. Ditch the full face mask." She smirks, her lips curving upwards prettily. She’s flirtatious and spirited this morning, always in high energy right before a job. John blushes, but slips the mask on his face. His hair ruffles and puffs around it.

She laughs, spins around, skirt whirling around her. “This is a particularly cool trick we’re about to pull off, I think.” Clara professes. John can’t help but grin in return. Occasionally she is baffling, but she is always charming. And he trusts her. He can’t help it. She brings out the best in him, and - he likes to think - he tempers her too. Gives her clarity. Clara always says she couldn’t really do the ‘people’ stuff without him.

"It’s a brilliant plan." John agrees. Clara turns and grabs his arms, pulling him into a quick twirl with her. 

"More than brilliant." She says when they’ve stopped, the world still spinning around them. "Fun. We’re going to steal a painting, John. That’s a first. I love firsts.” Clara comes in close, her arms slipping around his waist affectionately. She’s much shorter than John, and has to lean up to press her lips to his for a sweet, brief kiss. “And I love always-es, too. You’re my always, you know?”

"I know."

[elizasshamilton]

adaye + vampire au

"There’s nothing noble about being a vampire, Adam. Get off your high horse." Faye says, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth and smearing blood across her chin. There’s a body cooling at her feet: their shared victim. Adam stands slightly away from her, expression pinched, as if he has nothing to do with the scene before him. But his eyes are dark, his fangs still out, and there’s a tell-tale trail of blood on his mouth.

Adam’s always been a Good Guy though, and vampirism hasn’t changed that, not really. It’s what Faye’s always been attracted to in him. It’s why she changed him - Adam filled a hole in Faye that had been gaping and empty for years. He was … nice to her. There for her. It was the simple things, really. It hadn’t been a difficult choice, for Faye to keep him with her forever. He made a shit vampire, though.

"Why can’t we just eat deer or something?" He asked, half-exasperated, half-pleading. Faye rolled her eyes in return.

"What in the world am I supposed to do with you, babe?" She asked, stepping closer, a smirk on her face. "Drop the disgusting conscience and come dance with me, okay?"