#jemtessawill

[emmanuelasbon]

And bronze to summon wicked powers.

[lunacraft84]

Don’t reblog, screen shot and hashtag you otps

[glitterforplaster]

for DT because she did a stupid thing i.e. tried to reread Clockwork Princess without crying.

JemTessaWill domestic meme stuff in an AU where they're all immortal and have a flat together and are very much in love (and it's the kind of love that makes your neighbors roll their eyes as you shout about how much you love each other at 3a.m.)

big spoon/little spoon: They don't really spoon, but whatever it is they do, Jem is usually in the middle. Tessa and Will feel the need to protect him, to slot their bodies together like a cage so he can't get out to wander around the flat or the neighborhood like he used to when he couldn't sleep. He complains about it, but it's only half-heartedly, because he really doesn't mind being in between his two favourite people in the world.

favorite non-sexual activity: Will and Tessa like the bookstore or the library; Jem and Tessa like walks in any parks they can find, especially in the snow; and Will and Jem like Tessa (also each other).

who uses all the hot water: Surprisingly, Jem. He can never quite shake the chill of being a Silent Brother, like being dipped in ice water until you were frozen and numb and could only speak but not really feel. He takes his time in the bath very seriously.

most trivial thing they fight over: Everything.

who does most of the cleaning: Will, because he says he has to do something useful around here.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Tessa is the only one who understands how it works, since she was out in the world when it was invented, and learned how to use it. Plus Will and Jem usually just go along with whatever she choses, and even if she did give the remote to Will, he'd just chose a click-flick with a happy ending. And why would she want to watch someone else's happy ending, when she has her own right next to her?

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Tessa. She's very persuasive, and just a little scary.

who steals the blankets: Will.

who leaves their stuff around: Will.

who remembers to buy the milk: Will. Memory runes are permanent.

who remembers anniversaries: They all do, but when they've forgotten something, they ask Will.

[glitterforplaster]

A short bit for dt-rex because she's sad tonight and I can't make her tea from this far away. (Tea and fic are the only things I can offer, so! here's the second option!)

In their little flat in London in 2014, sometimes Tessa reads poetry aloud to her boys-- perhaps Tennyson, perhaps Dickinson, perhaps someone else.

She reads with Will's head in her lap, her fingers in his curls, brushing them away from his forehead the way he never lets her do except late at night, or in bed. Jem leans against her, his eyes closed, and his elegant violinist's fingers bleed warmth through her jeans where they rest on her knee.

She speaks clearly, but gently, because she knows they're falling asleep, and she doesn't want to startle them;

"Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, So loud with voices of the birds, So thick with lowings of the herds, Day, when I lost the flower of men; Who tremblest thro' thy darkling red."

And she hums softly to herself, half appreciation and half sorrow, because this is one of her favourites, but it reminds her of battles she wishes she could forget.

She's silent, after that, thinking, closing her book and setting it aside on the coffee table with a soft thud.

Jem stirs against her first, his eyes heavily-lidded. She watches his pupils adjust to the reading lamp that casts shadows across the walls; watches and remembers how much she loves him -- how much she loves them both -- and how glad she is that he's sitting here with her, with Will, forever.

She teases him, saying, "I thought you didn't like poetry, James Carstairs."

He smiles at her, fondly, sweetly, and tells her, "I do when it's you reading it to me."

She smiles back, leaning over Will to kiss him, but Will groans from her lap and swats Jem and says, "Bastard. I've tried reading you poetry loads of times and now just because Tessa--"

Jem rolls his eyes -- because they've had this conversation before, many times and never with any different results -- and presses a kiss to Will's forehead, and even though Will is still grumbling and pouting, Jem knows he's been appeased.

(And then they all go off to bed and fall asleep in a cuddlepile of warmth and softness the end.)

[glitterforplaster]

I want Jem and Will and Tessa to be immortal together and buy a little house out in the countryside (because Will begged, and neither Jem nor Tessa can ever really say no to him, as much as they might try) and Tessa and Jem would grumble about pollen and the unbearable quiet nights and Will tracking dirt into the house so at some point they would move back into London (and Will would never admit that he sort of missed it) and get a flat together

and Will would be a serious morning person so he'd be up and eating breakfast and dashing around, and Jem would wake up a little after Will and watch him be busy while Jem drank his lapsang souchong (because he's not a coffee person)

and then they'd both have to drag Tessa out of bed and push coffee and breakfast under her nose when she plunked down at the table but was still half-asleep

and on Friday nights they would all go out and ~do things~ together like they would all go dancing at a little local place, and Will would dip Tessa so that the swathes of her red dress looked like a sunset and Jem would just smile at them from his seat and at various points they'd switch off so Jem would get to dance with Tessa and Will would get to dance with Jem and they'd just go around and around like that for hours

and then when it got late enough and they were tired enough (and the place was closing, besides), they'd start to go home, and Tessa would kick off her dancing shoes and walk on the pavement with her feet bare, and they'd all be laughing and leaning on each other and the boys would loosen their shirt collars and everyone's hair would be messy and sticking to their foreheads with sweat but they'd be happy because they were together.

[glitterforplaster]

no but Will and Jem and Tessa all moving in together in a flat in modern London and Tessa complaining about the lack of good food in the neighborhood would it kill this city to serve some actual meals for once and Jem offering to cook and Will rolling his eyes at them both

and Jem and Tessa messing around in the kitchen while they make dinner like dancing to old music from when they were centuries younger and worlds less weary, and getting baking powder on the floor and on their clothes and their skin and in their hair

and Will darting in and out of their personal space, reaching over them for things, grumbling about how he can cook too but don't count on him helping you idiots

and Jem and Tessa sneaking up behind him and giving him giant powerdy hugs, and kissing his nose and his cheeks, and laughing at him fondly

domestic JemTessaWill (◡‿◡✿)