#tsc wlweek

[matthewfaichild]

TSC WLW Week 7-favorite wlw ship all through tsc

Aline Penhallow & Helen Blackthorn

Aline was the last to rise. “Technically, this is my Institute,” she said. “We do what I say.” She paused. “And I do what Helen wants. What do you want, baby?” Helen smiled. “I want a war council,” she said. “Let’s get ready.”

[thomaslightwood]

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑎,

Probably this letter would never reach you. I don't have the courage to sent it to you. 

I am not sure why I'm writing this. The last few years we barely talked. You barely looked at me. I believed, with pain, that you don't love me anymore. Your bohemian lifestyle almost convinced me that you forgot about me. About what we had. But there was still hope. Small, silly hope that one day you will look at me the same way you looked at me when we were together that night.

This hope was killing me. I was on the verge of giving it up. And then I heard you. While I was sick I heard you asking me not to die. It may sounds funny but this is the most romantic thing I have ever heard. Maybe it had nothing to do with the words themselves but with the fact that they came from you.

This short moment reborn my hope. It became bigger, stronger and brighter. You still care about me. You still have feelings for me. Maybe you even still love me.

The last two years I lived with the feeling I did something wrong. Our relationship… I did something I shouldn't have done. I didn't choose you. And I will regret it for the rest of my life. All the stories I heard about you, about your girls, about you breaking hearts every day… It hurts. And the worst is that probably I am the case of it. I'm not sure. But I know I hurt you and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I will be forever sorry.

But I will try to fix it. Now I know there is still place in your heart for me I will fight for it. I will win you back. I know it won't be easy. I know you don't trust me with your heart anymore. But I will not give up this time. I will not give up us.

I love you, Anna Lightwood. I love you. And I will show it to you.

With love, Ariadne

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A love letter from Ariadne to Anna

TSC wlweeks, week 1 - favourite wlw ship from the last hours (by @quagmiresisadora)

[thursdaygrrls]

TSC WLW WEEK BY @quagmiresisadora : WEEK 1, FAVOURITE WLW PAIRING IN THE LAST HOURS

Anna Lightwood and Ariadne Bridgestock

Anna spoke coldly. “Indeed. I think that romantic love is the cause of all the pain and suffering in this world.”

The silk of Ariadne’s dress rustled as she moved. A moment later she was beside Anna, leaning up on her toes to brush her lips against Anna’s cheek. When she drew back, her dark eyes were shining. “I know you are strong-willed, Anna Lightwood, but I am just as strong-willed. I will change your mind. I will win you back.”

[jewishjon]

“I’m sixteen and I’m on fire, but when we’re dancing I’m alright”

Lucelia: Lucie x Cordelia

tsc wlweeks by @quagmiresisadora | week 1 | favourite tlh wlw ship

[julieandthefandoms]

Free To Be You And Me

A fanfic for Week 1 of @quagmiresisadora’s TSC wlweek! Arianna meet in India due to Ariadne’s wish to go back to her birthplace and Anna’s brilliant poor vacation timing. I am so sorry it took so long.

Important Note: The following story takes place during 1903, so India is still under British rule, but it isn’t mentioned as those events hadn’t affected the shadow world.

Ariadne Bridgestock considered herself to be quite sensible. Though she could be impulsive at times, she believed herself to be in control of such emotions. She certainly did not allow them to impair her judgements so severely as she had now. After nearly 20 years of spending most of her life in Idris or London, trapped in the same location her entire life, she had snapped at last.

“I want to visit India.”

The words had burst forth, barging in to abruptly interrupt the carefully balanced silence of the room. It wasn’t that Ariadne hadn’t loved her parents, she just wanted to explore her childhood home. Needless to say, her parents had expressions of shock, Ariadne never having expressed such a desire previously. Regardless, her parents eventually agreed, they only wanted the best for their daughter and tried their best to respect her wishes.

Not a month had passed before Ariadne had been portaled to the Mumbai Institute, her old home. She supposed it rather odd to be back, though there was a welcoming air to the location. Ariadne took a few steps forward, gazing at the intricate arches etched with carvings of figures when she was met with an older shadowhunter around the age of 40. The women was very familiar, a face she had seen multiple times in childhood, a sort of aunt but with no blood relation.

Ariadne ran up to her, catching her in an embrace. It had been so long since she had a chance to speak with these people, people so influential in her childhood, having only seen them in fleeting glances at Clave meetings in Idris. She clutched onto the silk sari wrapped around her.

Maybe Ariadne’s loss of sense wasn’t such a bad thing.

The next morning had arrived in a blink, and Ariadne set out to the shadowmarket to try to visit the locations she’d been to as a child. The place had been rather familiar to her, her parents, her biological ones, having brought her with them during their trips. Yes, the shadowmarket seemed lovely.

~*^*~

Anna Lightwood didn’t think travelling to Mumbai would have turned so interesting as it had in actuality. If someone had told her that she would have run into her first and only love, the girl who broke her heart, she would think they had had too much to drink at the pub. Anna certainly wouldn’t have believed she would have spotted her at the shadowmarket of all locations. Most of all, Anna wouldn’t have guessed this rather awkward meeting could have been prevented had she not have spontaneously decided to travel to the city due to sheer boredom.

Anna had thought a vacation away from her home in London would have been a rather nice idea, having been there her whole life. Now, most of this hadn’t stemmed from that really. In actuality, the quarantine due to the demon sickness had been the thing to nearly drive her off the edge, to realize that maybe she should explore more of the world.

Out of all locations, of course she had decided to go to the one where Ariadne Bridgestock was.  

She was easy enough to spot, in obviously english garb, a gown of deep blue flaring at the knee, among colourful saris and kurtas of the shadowhunters and downworlders residing here.

Anna considered approaching Ariadne, but it seemed as though Ariadne herself had taken notice of Anna’s presence and had begun walking towards Anna herself. Anna may or may not have been panicking, though she attempted to keep that internal, and instead put up a cool, calm facade.

“Hello, Miss Bridgestock, it’s a pleasure to see you, though a rather big surprise, I must admit.”

A small smile crept onto Ariadne’s face. Dear lord, that smile made Anna’s heart beat rapidly, a quality that she didn’t quite like. That smile, one that could brighten a room. Those amber eyes, ones that poets would write about. “Back to formalities, huh?” A mischievous glint had taken residence in Ariadne’s eyes. “Well then, Miss Lightwood, since it is such a pleasure to see each other, I was wondering whether you would like to join me while I explore the city. It’s been a while since I’ve been here, and a familiar face would be appreciated.”

Anna stayed silent for a split second, dumbfounded for the first time in two years, before recovering and, once regaining the ability to do so, speaking once more. “I would be delighted.”

~*^*~

Ariadne supposed she looked rather odd in this crowd, gown and bustle starkly contrasting the silk saris and cotton kurtas she had worn in childhood. Shadowhunters were far more diverse than mundanes, yet she still felt a bit out of place. Too British to be Indian, too Indian to be British. At least the shadowmarket had helped, the sheer mixture of shadowhunters and downworlders from all locations helping calm her.

Having spotted Anna Lightwood, Anna Lightwood, in the crowd helped even more. Ariadne made up her mind in a matter of seconds before she began moving towards her direction. Anna Lightwood, her violet blue eyes revealing a moment of shock before the emotion was replaced by a cool, calm gaze. The girl she had fallen for 2 years previous was there, in India, wearing a dashing suit. It felt almost dreamlike. As a conversation began, Ariadne let herself smile at Anna’s panic showing itself in her attempt at remaining proper. At that moment, Ariadne made a split second decision to invite Anna to view the city with her.

And so, the two girls walked, taking in the details of the city. Ariadne pointing out buildings and restaurants she used to visit, exclaiming that, “we must go there!” and that “the food was absolutely brilliant there”.

Anna laughed. It was warm and husky, and Ariadne could smell the distant scent of smoke. That laugh, that gorgeous laugh that sent her stomach rolling. “I don’t think we have time to visit them all, maybe we should just stick to one.”

Due to the time, Ariadne settled on a small restaurant at the end of the street, one that brought back memories of warm laughter. Though Ariadne had come to terms with her parents’ deaths, only recalling the joy of the day’s past now, she still wished to experience memories lost to time. It wouldn’t be the same, but for some odd reason, the location had seemed important somehow.

The girls grabbed a seat, settling in the lively restaurant. Upon receiving their food, Ariadne laughed as Anna chugged a glass of water, claiming that her “mouth was burning”, before helping her to quench the spice. The rest of their lunch was spent in light conversation as they finished their meals.

As the girls left the store, Ariadne turned to face the other girl. “There is one more location I’d like to visit, if you don’t mind.”

Anna turned to look at her as well. “I don’t mind at all.”

Ariadne led her to a set of stone steps leading up to a temple overlooking a lake bathed in the orange of the setting sun, taking a seat before gesturing at Anna to join her. The two sat there in silence, Ariadne’s head having found its way onto Anna’s shoulder. The two gazed at the sinking star in the distance, turning everything around them a peachy gold.

It was Ariadne who broke the silence first. “My parents had brought me here almost every month when I was younger.” Ariadne turned to look Anna in the eyes, Anna doing the same. “We would always watch the sun set, day turning into night. They always said that the transition between two such opposite forces were always the most beautiful to watch.”

As Ariadne said this, she felt no sorrow, only joy at the memories left behind. She paused for a moment before adding. “I think it’s time I told my parents about myself, don’t you think? The only person I’ve ever loved has been you, and I’m not prepared to live in a loveless marriage forever. I love you Anna Lightwood.” She stopped, considering her next words carefully. “May I kiss you?”

Anna gave her a slight nod, gazing at her for a moment. A moment so vulnerable and raw and emotional, cool and calm facade fading back to one of love that Ariadne had known only for a day before it had been lost for what she assumed would be forever. Until now. Having decided to throw all rational thought to the wind, she seemed to be doing that quite often now, Ariadne leaned in.

~*^*~

Anna’s brain may have stopped responding in that moment as she leaned down to catch herself in a kiss with Ariadne. Anna had forgotten how right it felt, Ariadne with her. No one else had ever been able to fill that void before. They broke apart, Anna’s brain catching up to the events that had occurred. She realized how big a step this was for Ariadne, how her parents might not be as accepting as Anna’s were.

“Are you sure you want to tell your parents?”

Ariadne smiled, letting out a short laugh. “I’ve known this for a long time now, I might as well tell them.”

“Alright then.”

The two sat in quiet for a few moments before Ariadne nudged her slightly, a wicked smile on her face. “I told you I’d win you back.”

Anna smiled back. “You did, although, you should know, my heart has always belonged to you.”

With that, the girls watched the day transform into night in a comforting silence, the sun dipping out of the sky, bringing forth a sheet of glimmering stars in its wake. The transition from day to night. Heartbreak to love.

[upsidedown-cats]

Lilia Headcanons

This is my first time doing headcanons, but here’s my contribution for tsc wlweek two! (Favorite wlw tmi ship) @hypatiasvex, you wanted to be tagged, right?

When they first got together, they didn’t tell Alec because they wanted to know how long it would take him to figure it out

Spoiler alert: It was a really long time

Eventually they just made out in front of him

Magnus knew from the beginning but didn’t tell them he knew

When they kissed in front of Alec he just laughed at how oblivious his husband is

I mean, Haline in rsom, anyone?

Lily jokes about the two of them being like Romeo and Juliet

Maia always gets annoyed because, “They died Lily! And they knew each other for a week before marrying!”

All of Maia’s pack and Lily’s clan ships the two of them so much

Lily always makes big romantic gestures for Maia on holidays

Normally by playing the piano

Which Maia loves to hear

Maia is more quiet in her love but it's clear that she puts a lot of effort and thought into what she does

Maia is the second person Lily tells about her past, and Maia always helps Lily when she’s in a triggering situation

[cornflowerrblues]

wlweek 2: tmi

isabelle lightwood/kaelie whitewillow (kind of a crackship but I like it). 582 words.

I wrote this for @quagmiresisadora‘s wlweeks thing. I couldn’t join in for week 1 as I haven’t read tlh, but I hope this makes up for that!

The morning sun shone through the flimsy translucent fabric that made up Kaelie’s curtains. It illuminated the flowers that surrounded the window and made the room glow with a gentle warmth. Regrettably, it also shone directly where Isabelle’s head was on the pillow, waking her up from her dreams. She always had nice dreams when she was in Faerie; she wasn’t exactly sure why, but she liked to attribute it to the fact she was sleeping with one of the fey.

Isabelle squeezed her eyes tighter closed, trying to block it out, but it was no use, so she groaned and rolled over. Her face landed inches away from Kaelie’s, whose usually straight and pristine blonde hair was tangled and spread out on the pillow they were sharing. Isabelle reached out a hand to tuck a strand behind her ear, and Kaelie opened her eyes at the brief contact. Blushing, Isabelle quickly retracted her hand. Kaelie laughed and took her hand to link their fingers together. It was a charming laugh, like the tinkling of a bell, and it was one of Isabelle’s favourite sounds.

“There’s not much point to the curtains here, is there? They don’t seem to block much sunlight.”

“They are more for blocking people from seeing what is happening inside the room,” Kaelie said in a whisper, voice heavy with implication

Isabelle leaned over and kissed Kaelie gently on the lips, bringing her free hand up to cup her jaw. She knocked their foreheads together, turned to lay on her back and directed her contented smile at the ceiling. “Things like that?”

“Not quite,” said Kaelie, moving so her body covered Isabelle’s. The kiss Kaelie gave Isabelle was full of heat and passion; she let go of Isabelle’s hand and brought both of her own to the small of Isabelle’s back, pulling her as close to Kaelie’s body as possible. Moaning, Isabelle tangled her hands in Kaelie’s hair as Kaelie moved from kissing her lips and started pressing kisses down her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone, and biting the skin there.

“Mmm—Kaelie?” 

Kaelie had stopped kissing her, and had planted her hands on either side of Isabelle’s head to gaze at her for a moment. Isabelle gazed back, her eyes drinking in the sharp line of Kaelie’s jaw, the pupil-less, white-less blue eyes that scared most Shadowhunters but had Isabelle besotted, the stray locks of blonde hair that took on a green-ish tint when she was in the shade. She wanted to stay in this moment forever; a lazy Saturday morning stolen away from the other Shadowhunters of the Institute, the other people in her life. A secret just for her and Kaelie.

“Things like that,” Kaelie finally said. She let her arms buckle, and she collapsed onto Isabelle’s chest, burying her face in her shoulder and wrapping her arms around Isabelle’s torso.

Isabelle yelped in surprise, but hugged Kaelie back tightly.

“You stabbed me in the ribs,” she murmured, only a hint of indignation in her voice. “That’s probably a breach of the Accords.”

“You wouldn’t report me.” Kaelie turned her head so her cheek was resting on Isabelle’s shoulder and looked up at her.

“I might,” Isabelle said, smiling. Kaelie reached for her hand again, holding it in the air and interlocking their fingers. Kissing her on the top of her head, Isabelle closed her eyes again (the sun had gone behind a cloud, thank the Angel) and fell back into a comfortable slumber.

[thomaslightwood]

TSC wlweeks, week 5: favourite wlw character (by @hypatiasvex)

↳ Anna Lightwood

“The trousers and jacket do not make me a man, and the necklace does not make me a woman. They are only what makes me feel beautiful and powerful in this moment. I am exactly as I choose to be.”