#nephillim

[theneelrevolution2515]

Middle of the Night Part 2

Kit: Holy shit, do Nephillim even vote?

Ty: I swear by the Angel, stop it. And Nephillim don't say holy shit

Kit: Yeah ok, oh my goddddd!!!!! Do they even exist according to the mundane Government!!!???

Ty:

Ty: Nobody says omg either.

Kit: What the hell

Ty:

[mostly-sarahjmaas]

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These are my favorite quotes/actions by Mathew Fairchild (the love of my life) during chain of iron

•please feel free to add some of your favorites in the comments•

1. “And cover up this hair?” Mathew indicated to his golden locks with a flourish “Would you blot out the sun?”

2. “Mathew,” Cordelia said furiously “Must we keep bringing up my brother? Alastair may be many things, but he is not murderer” “I just like to blame for things,” Mathew said a bit sheepishly

3.”Said he’d had a quite nice chat with Filomena at the Wentworths’ party about botany. I didn’t even know you could have a nice chat about botany.”

4. “I feel that if Charles had to chose between me or him for possession, I’d be a very well dressed demon”

5. “Truly,our knife faced demon is a clever fiend”Christopher said causing Mathew to gaze at his flask

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FIDJSNSBSVAV

[something-fanfiction-ie]

Tear Me To Pieces

Pairing: Shadowhunter!Tom Holland x Shadownhunger!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of demons and demon killings, a hot make out sesh, and angst

A/N: Oof, so I thought I was on a writing roll there a while ago but it turns out I was lying. Sorry guys. Anyways, my cat woke my up about four and a half hours ago and this is the result. I’m going to hate myself in the morning. Heh. Heh. So, this is based on the works of Cassandra Clare revolving around a group of demon fighting, half angel warriors. Those ideas don’t belong to be, and neither does Tom Holland. Okay, okay, as always, remember to like, comment, reblog, and send me asks. FOR HEAVENS SAKE, PLEASE COMMENT AND GIVE ME ATTENTION. Heh. Uhm, enjoy and thanking you for reading my little blog! OH! Also! I wrote this while listening to lovely by Billie Eilish on repeat if you want to do that.

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It was mass chaos. You stood across the room, engaged in combat with a horde of demons, your sword wielded in your hand as if an extension of your arm and your eyes a blazing fury.

Tom could feel your presence the moment he entered the room, a constant throb against his parabatai rune.

Parabatai. A friend in times of need, family in times of happiness, a set of eyes when he was blind, and another set of hands when his were bound. A parabatai was your other half in nearly every way, but never as a lover. The Law forbade any romantic relations between parabatai, nevertheless it didn’t stop Tom’s heart from swelling in his chest when he heard a peal of your laughter, or felt your hand graze his back.

Now, as you plunged your sword deep into the abdomen of a demon, yanking it away as the body exploded into a shower of ichor and dust, Tom knew he needed to get to you. Sweat beaded at your forehead and he could feel the race of your heart next to his own.

Slashing and fighting his way to get to you, twisting this way and that around punches and attacks. By the time he finally made it to you, his own heart racing now, a look of deep gratitude came into your eyes.

“Took you long enough.” You managed to tease as you blocked an attack to your side. Your back rocked against his for a fraction of a second before you lunged forward with your own attack.

“I didn’t want to ruin my hair.” The head of a demon rolled off of it’s grotesque shoulders and onto the floor before disappearing in a puff of dust. You rolled your eyes, sweeping the twisted leg (tentacle?) out from beneath a demon and driving the end of your blade into what could only be assumed as a chest. Ichor, a type of poisonous demon blood, and dust exploded from the body and came up to sting your cheek and chin.

You managed to brush most of the ichor away with the back of your arm before it burned your face too much.

“Tom, they keep coming. We need to get out of here and try coming back in the daytime.” Demons didn’t really come out during the day, they were vicious creatures of the night. Besides, it was just the two of you snooping through this house. Two shadowhunters couldn’t possible fend off this many demons no matter how skilled they were.

You watched your parabatai roll the idea through his head before nodding in agreement. His brown eyes met yours before he reached out with his free hand, his seraph blade balanced in the other. There was not a moments hesitation as you slipped your hand into his, a bolt of lightning went up your arm and your parabatai rune burned as if it were on fire.

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You ran as fast as possible, which was pretty damn near fast given the speed runes you’d drawn on each other before you had come inside. Runes were like tattoos, some permanent and some temporary, that acted to enhance things like speed, hearing, healing, and the like. Only shadowhunters, also known as Nephilim, could bare runes on their skin.

By the time you made it out the door to your busted up 1969 Jeep Commando, the horde of demons were no longer in sight. Still, you and Tom flung all your weapons into the trunk before speeding out of the driveway. Rocks kicked up in your wake.

Alone, no longer surrounded by the buzz of battle, it was hard to ignore the pops and cracks of electricity that bounced in the small space between you and Tom. It almost physically pained you not to reach your hand out and intertwine your fingers together again. Your palm was still warm from his touch.

“You’re bleeding. Pull over.” Tom said, reaching up to the tear in your gear where a mantid demon had managed to slice a deep and burning cut into the top of your arm before you had shred it to pieces.

The Jeep bumped and bounced around as you pulled onto the side of the rather empty highway. First you took off your seat belt, and then your gear top. All the aches and bruises of battle made themselves known as you moved and shimmied out of the jacket-like top.

Bared to the world in only a blank tank top, the wound looked worse than before. The edges were black and blood continued to slowly beat out of it and down your arm. A hiss of pain escaped through your teeth.

“He got me good, didn’t he?” You looked over at Tom to see him staring at you very fixedly. The way he stared made your face heat up like a thousand suns. He cleared his throat, shaking his head and pulling out his stele, a long and slender metal wand used to draw runes on shadowhunters. He leaned close, his breath hot on your shoulder as he drew an iratze, a rune that heals wounds, onto the bit of your arm that wasn’t cut open by a demon.

Your own breath hitched in your throat at the proximity of him. For months the two of you had been dancing around each other, too afraid to get too close. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you knew things had changed between you, but you remembered looking into those deep brown eyes only to look away with your heart lodged in your throat. It was bad, very, very bad.

“(Y/N)?” He touched your thigh with his hand and just like earlier, a bolt of lightning went through you and sizzled into your parabatai rune. You turned to face him, your breath mingling together in the small space between your lips.

His eyelashes were too beautiful for a boy, thick and black as night. You half expected them to leave a dusting of charcoal on the tops of his cheeks every time he blinked. His lips were parted ever so slightly, almost teasingly inviting you with how soft and kissable they looked. You took a steadying breath and immediately regretted it. The smell of him coiled in the air you breathed, surrounding you in a haze of want and crumbling self restraint.

When you finally found your lips on his, gasping into the touch, you weren’t sure if it was you or him that initiated the contact.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care, clambering over the console and into his lap. The kiss was deep and rich, reaching down into even the darkest places of you and warming them in seconds. His hands were on your hips, holding you so tightly that you wondered if he were doing it just to make sure you were real. His perfectly styled curls, that had, somehow, managed to stay perfect during your fight with the demons, was soon ruined and tangled around your fingers.

When he broke away from your lips it wasn’t to end your make out session, but to trail kisses down your neck and your exposed collarbone. Fire blossomed under your skin with each press of his lips, spreading through out your body and lighting your whole world on fire.

Just as you went to reconnect lips, a pounding on your window jolted you apart. Your head hit the roof with a bang and a yelp. A mundane cop, a human or non shadowhunter, stood on your driver side with a blaring flashlight shinning in.

Bashfully, you scrambled back into your seat and rolled the window down.

“Officer.” Your face was on fire again and you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself alive.

“Maybe you kids shouldn’t do things like that on the side of the highway, huh?” The cop had an amused glint in his eye, wrongfully suspecting you as two crazy kids in love, looking for some privacy from parents and the like. If only he knew how wrong it was for you to be doing whatever it was you could call that wild moment of reckless abandon.

“We’re very sorry, sir.” You said, white knuckling the wheel.

“Just don’t let it happen again, the side of the highway is for emergencies only. I’m going to let you off with a warning, okay?” You managed a feeble nod before the officer wished the both of you a good night and walked back to his cruiser.

Your mind was racing as you started the Jeep back up, waiting for the cop to pull off ahead of you before you merged back onto the road. You opened your mouth to say something several times but you always closed it after a few seconds. A line had been crossed, one that was never meant to be crossed, and you couldn’t help but love the way it felt.

“That was a mistake.” Tom said, staring forward with a look of steel. His jaw was tensed and his lips pursed, it was an odd look given the red blush that colored his cheeks and the wild mess you had left his hair in.

“What?” You choked, glancing at him in bewilderment before looking back at the road. Your heart hammered in your chest and you knew that he could feel it, because his own heartbeat drummed steadily next to yours.

“We can’t do that ever again. Never. If anyone were to find out.”

“But no one will.” You meekly protested.

“Can you guarantee that, (Y/N)?” He snapped, eyes zeroed in on the road as you turned off the highway to the road where you lived. When his question was met with silence, he nodded his head.

“That’s what I thought. It was a mistake. We will forget it ever happened and move on. It doesn’t matter, really.” The words were a knife in your chest, stealing the breath from your lungs. The remainder of the car ride was silent as you forced tears out of your eyes, praying to the Angel that you could keep it together long enough to get away from him.

You hadn’t even shut the car off before Tom had launched himself out of the vehicle. He dismissed himself with a curt nod and a mumbled salutation. You watched him dash inside the doors of the institute as you sat in your seat for several seconds longer, the tears that burned your eyes finally trailing cool rivers down your cheeks.

It was forbidden, you knew that. The consequences of having a romantic relationship with your parabatai were as severe as they could get. But the song of his heart called to your own in a way that no one else’s ever could. You seemed to want him with every fiber of your body.

Tom. The boy you had grown up training with. The boy who had stood across from you in a ring of fire, reciting those blasted vows before taking his stele and carefully shaping the parabatai rune forever to your skin.

Entreat me not to leave thee,

Or return from following after thee—

You slid out of the car, numbly reaching into the back for your sword.

For whither thou goest, I will go,

And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.

You barely noticed the crunch of your boots against the gravel as you made your way to the door, steeling your soul.

Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.

You grabbed onto the doorhandle, sucking in a clean breath of air. It was like a cold shower turned on over your emotions, trickling down and hardening every hot and steaming feeling that poured from your heart.

Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.

A flash of his lips against your own was briefly disorienting, causing your brows to furrow. You grabbed the stone that was now your emotions and dropped it into a box that you covered in iron chains. A click of a lock and you shoved the box far away for you to never touch again. Forbidden.

The Angel do so to me, and more also,

If aught but death part thee and me.

You pushed the door open, plastering a smile to your face as Haz waved to you from the top of the stairs. The words of the parabatai oath echoing in your mind.

[diznam]

I know Ty’s hair supposed to be straight but i c a n n o t picture him with t h a t

in my head his hair is as straight as he is..

[angel-e-v-a]

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