Hi Abby! If you're taking requests, can I ask for a thomastair with “We would make a great couple.”? Thank you and take all the time you need!
Prompt number 9: “We would make a great couple.”
Fandom: The Last Hours
Ship: Thomastair
Genre: Modern au, Non TSCverse, Camp counselor au, Childhood friends who had a crush on each other and kissed once and then grew apart and found each other again to lovers, fluff, lot’s and lot’s of nostalgia
Nothing appealed to him more, then spending two weeks in an outdoor, mosquito infested campsite that had swamp water for showers and he loved having hormonal teenagers under his wing.
But if Alastair hated camp so much, why did he sign up as counsellor every summer? Well, as much as Alastair hated it here, there were just too many memories that he didn’t want to let go of.
Ever since he was a little boy, he’s attended this very summer camp. He’d made friends here; Tried smores for the first time by the campfire, surrounded by other kids his age; He’d met his first summer love here, and had his first kiss here as well.
Alastair let out a sigh as the nostalgia hit him. He picked up the boxes of saltine crackers from head counsellor Jem’s car and headed to the main cabin.
“Alastair!” a voice called. Alastair rolled his eyes, he’d recognize that voice anywhere.
“Will!” he said back, his over exaggerated enthusiasm dripping with sarcasm.
“Don’t pretend you’re not excited to see me!” Will said, and tackled Alastair in a bear hug. “I’m not.” Alastair replied, his voice muffled by Will’s shoulder.
“Hey did you know there’s a new counsellor joining us this summer?” said Jesse, who was making an inventory of all the medicine. “Really?” asked Lucie, who was sorting out the pens and paper for her creative writing class. “Yeah, apparently he’d attended camp a few times before, back when he was a kid.” Will, who’d finally let go of Alastair, added.
Alastair raised an eyebrow. “Why would anyone want to come back here?” he asked. “I don’t know Alastair, why do you?” Lucie said, without missing a beat, and Will and Jesse snickered.
“Touché.” he said, and shrugged his shoulders, a small smile on his lips.
An hour later, and the new counsellor was yet to arrive. The kids had started to trickle in, both familiar faces and new ones, and Alastair had to make sure the children under his care didn’t get lost or wander into the wrong cabin. Matthew, another counsellor, was notorious for losing the children, and heaven forbid Alastair made the same mistake as him.
“Orientation in the mess hall in half an hour!” called Jem and the counsellors headed to the main cabin to get ready.
“Seems like a no-show.” said Matthew, and the others murmured in agreement. “He’s on his way, he’ll be here.” said a worn out looking Jem. He was in charge and he did a pretty great job, but the poor guy needed a break. He cleared his throat and said,
“James, please don’t allow the kids to swim in the river this year, and Will, for heaven’s sake, keep them away from the poison ivy. Matthew, don’t you dare lose anyone this year, Lucie and Jesse, try to avoid unnecessary midnight Ouija board scares and Alastair, please don’t call the kid’s names.” and he looked at all of them.
“I just get on their level.” Alastair said, and shrugged at Jem.
He was not impressed.
“Fine.” Alastair said and slightly rolled hi eyes. He headed to the cabin he was in charge of, to rally the children to the mess hall.
They were fifteen minutes into the orientation, and the new counsellor had still not arrived.
The children were actually pretty nice, and none of them had set their cabins on fire yet.
Alastair stood up front along with the other counsellors, while Jem spoke to the children.
“If you have any worries, please don’t hesitate to talk to your counsellor in charge. Avoid going near the lake without an adult, and don’t get late for your session. Punctuality is key here at-”
"I'm here!" A loud voice yelled from the back, interrupting Jem in the middle of his speech.
"I'm so sorry! My alarm didn't ring and I got caught in traffic and-"
Alastair frowned.. those eyes, why were they so familiar?
They reminded him of a similar pair, from many summers ago, But How? The boy he knew was small.
This guy was not small.
He was tall, like extremely tall, and he was muscular. He was good looking, Alastair had to admit, and those eyes were extremely captivating, and also somewhat familiar.
Jem let out an audible sigh, breaking Alastair out of his reverie.
“Everyone, meet your new counsellor, Thomas Lightwood.”
Thomas who?
Wait.
No.
The eyes.
No way.
Holy fucking shit!
Alastair almost fell off the stage.
Thomas smiled sheepishly and scratched the nape of his neck, and Alastair was suddenly whisked away to that one summer, all those years ago.
“Um, hi, is this the bear cabin?” a timid voice asked, interrupting a thirteen year old Alastair from his book. He looked up at a small boy with hazel eyes, who was scratching the back of his neck, with a small smile on his face.
Alastair’s heart did a little flip.
“Yep.” Alastair responded, as nonchalantly as possible.
“Oh, well hi! I’m Thomas!”
“Alastair.” he responded, and they shook hands, both of them smiling.
“Alastair.” Will said, and punched him on the shoulder.
“Ow!” he semi-yelled, and punched Will back. “What the hell?” he asked, voice laced with annoyance.
“The meeting is over, let’s go back to the main cabin.”
Alastair nodded his head and looked ahead, and his eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones. Thomas’s face held a mixture of recognition and surprise. His cheeks were tinted pink, and Alastair felt his face heat up.
“Hello.” Thomas mouthed, and Alastair smiled.
These two weeks were most definitely going to be something.
Alastair and Thomas hadn’t interacted much these few days. Camp was ending in three days, and Alastair had mixed feelings about interacting with Thomas.
There had been the occasional wave and helping each other lift boxes, but other than that they hadn’t interacted much.
Alastair whistled to himself tunelessly, his mind full of thoughts about Thomas, as he arranged the sticks, marshmallows, crackers and chocolate for the smores. He remembered when he and Thomas had snuck out after stealing a box of chocolates from the main cabin, and headed to the lake.
“Do you think they’ll notice?” Thomas asked, and Alastair shook his head.
“If they do they won’t know it was us.” he said and giggled, and Thomas joined him. He looked at the lake, and its clear waters reflecting the sunlight. They both sat in silence, enjoying the chocolate and each other's company.
The kiss happened two days later, on the last day of camp. The campfire was in full swing, everyone was singing and dancing and yelling, it was exhilarating. Towards the end, things mellowed. Everyone went back to the cabin, except for Thomas and Alastair.
“Quite nice isn’t it?” Thomas said, breaking the silence. Alastair hummed in response
“I’m going to miss you.” he said suddenly, and Thomas looked at him in shock.
“Me-me too.” he said, and smiled.
Alastair turned to face Thomas, he looked beautiful, that was all he could think. Slowly they inched closer. It was just a short peck on the lips, But it felt like more for fifteen year old Alastair.
They both looked at each other and grinned, and Alastair felt like he was in heaven.
They'd parted from each other on the last day of camp, promising to meet each other next year, but when next year came, Thomas was nowhere to be seen, And very soon he became a distant memory, a mere summer love.
"Hey!" An all too familiar voice said, and Alastair's heart did that thing again.
"Hey Thomas.." Alastair said, And smiled at the former.
"Brings back memories doesn't It?" Thomas said, looking at the smore ingredients, and Alastair raised an eyebrow. Thomas seemed to realize what he said and grinned. "I was talking about camp.. and smores and campfires.." he finished awkwardly.
"Yeah, yep I was thinking the same thing." Alastair said, and cleared his throat.
"So…." He began, attempting to dispel the awkwardness, "What have you been up to Thomas?"
"Well," Thomas began, "I've been studying, and well you know, just getting around. You?"
Alastair nodded. "Pretty much the same thing."
"Oh, Well, I've got to go get something for Matthew, I'll see you around." Thomas said, and began to walk away.
"Do you remember the kiss?" Alastair said suddenly and mentally slapped himself. "Nice going dumbass." He internally scolded.
Thomas looked like a deer caught in headlights. Finally, "Yeah, I do.. It was nice."
Alastair nodded lamely and rocked back and forth on his heels. "Do you regret it?" He asked.
"What? No! Never! It was one of the best things that happened to me that summer." Thomas said, and laughed.
Alastair smiled at that. There it was again, the little backflips his heart did.
"You know," he said, about to say one of the riskiest things he'd ever said, "We would make a great couple." He held his breath, and Thomas looked like he'd stopped functioning altogether.
"I-" Thomas shook his head. "I've got to go.. I'm bye!" He said, and ran away before Alastair could say anything, and he stood there, wishing the last ten minutes hadn't happened
------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was the last night at camp, and Alastair and Thomas had skillfully avoided each other. Alastair was a little upset. Sure, he hadn't seen Thomas in years, but he'd never grown as close to another man as he had with Thomas, and seeing him again had rekindled something in him.
Oh Well, he'd blown it anyway.
He stared at the growing campfire as everyone hustled around him. Finally Jem stepped forward and cleared his throat.
"These past few days have been extremely memorable and truly remarkable." He said, and Alastair couldn't help but laugh softly. Jem always had a tendency to use big words to address things important to him.
"I thank you all for attending and I hope you had a good time. Enjoy this final night to the fullest, and I hope to see you all next year." He finished, and everyone cheered.
The campfire was perfect. Everyone sang songs and ate to their hearts heart's content. Will attempted to start one of his shenanigans, but a disapproving glance from Jem stopped him.
He was going to miss this.
Once everything had died down and everyone had headed back to the cabin, Alastair sat by the campfire as it slowly dwindled, and looked at the stars, randomly naming stars and constellations.
"Orion's belt is my favourite, but only because it's the easiest to find."
Alastair turned, only to find Thomas settled next to him.
"Hey, not going to bed?" Alastair asked.
Thomas shook his head. "I wanted to tell you something about earlier."
Alastair sat up. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He began, "My mind was all over the place and I didn't think it through."
Thomas shook his head. "I agree with You."
"Huh?"
"I think we'd make a great couple too."
Alastair laughed. Words couldn't describe how happy he felt.
"But maybe we should take things slow." Thomas said and Alastair nodded his head.
"Of course, maybe go on a few dates first, get each other's numbers and then put a label on it." He said, and they both chuckled.
Alastair's chest felt fuzzy and warm. Thomas looked beautiful in the moonlight. Thomas was looking at Alastair funny.
"Hey do you think kissing goes against taking it slow?" He asked.
Alastair shook his head "Uhhhh. Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm going to kiss you now." And then Thomas's lips were on his, soft, slow and sweet. Alastair kisses him back, wrapping his hands around his neck. So as the fire crackled on and the stars shone in the sky, Alastair felt like he was fifteen again.
A/N: @writeforjordelia This is the end! Yeet! *throws smores everywhere* I'm sorry this took so long, but this is it I guess. This ended up becoming way too long but I hope you liked it nia!
Clary stumbled into Jace's room, high heels in her hand, and flopped down on his bed.
Jace looked at her, worry etched on his face, and sighed.
He'd found her drunk out of her mind at Magnus Bane's party, and he couldn't help but bring her home.
Clary, who was lying down face first on Jace's bed, sat up and looked at him, her head cocked to the side. "Your hair reminds me of the reflection of the sun's rays on the waves of the ocean during a sunset." She said, her words slightly slurred, and giggled.
Jace took in a deep breath. There she was, sitting on his bed, looking like a fallen angel. Jace's hands ached to touch her, to caress her cheeks and run his fingers through her hair, but he resisted.
He couldn't, he shouldn't.
"I'll get you some water, and then I'll take you home." He said softly, and smiled at her.
Clary pouted. "You're leaving me again." She said, and laughed. "Just like you always do, typical Jace Herondale."
"We'll talk about this later, okay?" He said, but Clary shook her head. "Why did you leave me?" She asked, "Was it something I did?" Jace shook his head. "It wasn't you, it was me.", and he gave her a sad smile.
Clary scoffed. "Your know what Jace Herondale?" She slurred, and stood up, but she didn't have any balance, and so she almost fell, but a strong pair of arms wrapped around her neck and waist, securing her.
She placed her hands on his shoulders. "You know what Jace Herondale?" She tried again, and Jace felt like he was on fire, holding her close like this were mere dreams to him. "What?" He asked her, voice hoarse. "You sir," She said, poking his chest with a finger, "are the biggest asshole I've ever met. Who do you think you are? Becoming my lab partner, becoming my friend, making me fall for you, kissing me in the library, sweeping me off my feet, and then saying you just want to be friends? That we can't have more? Who the fuck do you think you are?" She demanded, poking him in the chest with each word.
Jace gulped. "Clary, I-"
"Tell me Jace, she interrupted, "Was I not enough?" She traced his lips with her finger. She leaned near his ear and whispered, "Was I not hot enough? Was I not good enough? Am I below your league?" She leaned away, and was now face to face with him. She licked her lips, and her eyes were hooded.
Jace closed his eyes and exhaled. She knew what she was doing didn't she?
He looked at her, her slip dress sitting perfectly on her frame, her hair loose and framing her face, her green eyes bright yet hazy.
"Answer me Jace." She whispered.
Fuck it, He thought and captured her lips with his, pulling her in for a kiss. She made a small noice of suprise and kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck and playing with the tips of his hair. Clary tilted her head to deepen the kiss, and Jace ran his fingers through her hair.
He peppered her face with butterfly kisses, and finally reached her neck. She tilted her head to grant him better access, when he was brought back into reality.
What was he doing?
He pushed her away, and she stumbled back, pupils blown and eyes widened in shock.
"Jace?" She asked, but he shook his head. "You should go home, I'll drop you."
"No!" Clary yelled. "What is your problem? Answer me!"
"Clary, I can't!" Jace yelled back, voice breaking.
"I love you goddamit! You owe me an explanation!" Clary said, eyes filling with tears. Jace's hands shook. He took in a deep breath. "Well I don't! I've never loved you, And I never will! Why can't you fucking understand that!"
Lies. Every single word, words he wished he could take back, but it was too late.
Clary wiped away her tears and nodded her head. She moved forward to pick up her heels. "Thank you for your honesty, and thank you for bringing me back safely." She looked him straight in the eyes. "I'll see myself out." She said, and left the room and and walked out of his apartment door, slamming it shut.
Jace sat down on his bed, with a pain in his chest, and the taste of her still on his lips.
He had so much he needed to say, so much to explain, but he couldn't, and something in the way she said those last words made him feel like she meant more than just out of his house.
So Jace put his head in his hands, and cried.
Well, that was something. I hope you liked it! And please give feedback! It'd be much appreciated!
hiii I wanted to request julian x emma with the prompt „five more minutes?“ if you have time and want to do it🥰🥰
Prompt number 11: “Five more minutes?”
Fandom: The Dark Artifices
Ship: Jemma/Blackstairs
Genre: alternate au, slightly inspired by “to all the boys I’ve loved before” 3 (ya know, the whole thing where they go to different colleges) angst and fluff (I think there’s fluff)
Julian woke to the sound of Emma’s alarm clock. He looked down at the blonde in his arms and sighed. This was going to be the last time he got to hold her like this for a long time.
He reached over to turn off the alarm, waking Emma up in the process. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Julian. He smiled at her. “Good morning.” she whispered, and he kissed her. “Good morning.” Today’s the day huh?” she said, and their smiles disappeared, a somber atmosphere filling the room.
Emma and Julian had started dating in high school. They’d had their ups and downs, but they were very happy, and Julian couldn’t help but envision a future together. Moving in, getting married, having kids, and growing old together, but never did he think that they might go to different colleges, and spend four years apart.
While Julian had decided to go to a college nearby, Emma wanted to go to a college on the other side of the country, miles apart, and a conflict of interest nearly tore them apart. But they both didn’t want to lose each other, and they decided to maintain a long distance relationship.
He knew their love would last, but the thought of being apart for so long crushed him, and sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if both of them would be able to pull through.
They were all at the airport, here to drop Emma off. Ty and Kit had said their goodbyes, and had taken Tavvy to one of the duty frees, while Mark, Kieran and Cristina stood with them.
“Make sure you don’t fall off the plane.” Mark said, and anyone who didn’t know him would think he was joking. Emma laughed, bright and loud and patted Mark on the shoulder. “I’ll make sure I won’t buddy.” she said, and he smiled and pulled her into a sudden hug. They pulled away and Emma looked at Cristina.
“If you don’t call me everyday and tell me how your day went, I swear I will fly over there and find you Emma!” Cristina said fiercely, but her bottom lip trembled, indicating that she tried not to cry. “I promise you, I will call.” Emma said, “I value my life way too much.” and everyone laughed. This time Emma was the one to reach in for a hug, and she pulled Cristina in for a tight one, and a small tear slid down Cristina’s face. Emma noticed this as they parted and she reached up and wiped it away. “I’m not going forever! I’ll be back for Christmas, maybe even thanksgiving!” and Cristina chuckled. “I’m going to miss you.” she whispered, and Emma smiled. “So will I..” she said.
Next up was Kieran. “All the best.” he said, and reached out to shake her hand, but much to his surprise, Emma pulled him in for a hug, and he grunted, but returned it.
They separated, and Emma looked at Julian. “Hey! Let’s go try out that coffee shop over there!” Cristina said, and pulled Mark and Kieran away, leaving Emma and Julian alone.
He took in a deep breath.
“Emma I-” Before he could finish what he was about to say Emma crashed into him, engulfing him in a hug. “I’m-” she began, and her voice broke. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair.
“I’m sorry.” she whispered again. “I’m sorry I’m leaving you, I’m sorry I’m hurting you.” Julian broke the embrace and lifted her chin with his finger. “We’ll all hurt Emma, but it’s not because of you. I think I’d hurt more if you stayed behind for the rest of us and gave up your dream. Emma shook her head and looked down, tears falling down her cheeks.
Julian sniffled and brushed away a tear. God he was going to miss her.
“Em, I’ll always be there if you need me, whenever you need me, you’re only a few miles away.” “More like a few thousand miles.” she said, and they both chuckled slightly.
She finally looked up at him. “These four years when we only get to see each other in person every few months, Regardless of distance, I will never forget you Jules. I’ll always think about you, and wait for you.” He kissed her then, and it was different from the other ones they’d shared. This was sweet and warm, yet sad and gloomy, like the setting sun, that gave way to the night. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, and her arms entwined around his neck.
They broke the kiss, and held each other as though they couldn’t be parted. “I have to get on my flight now.” she said and Julian held her tighter, “Five more minutes?” Julian whispered, and she nodded and kissed his neck.
And that’s how they stayed, relishing in each other’s warmth and the fact that they would have to part seemed to have been forgotten, until a voice spoke over the speakers. “Passengers for flight EJ2012 please board the plain.”
He let her go then. He knew he had to. She stepped back, kissed him on the lips, turned around and walked towards the boarding area. She stopped, looked back, and waved one last time, and slowly disappeared out of Julian’s sight.
As he watched her go, he knew, he’d wait for her, for as long as it takes. Years, centuries, Millenia even, he’d always be waiting for his Emma, and he knew she’d do the same.
@arangiajoan dear Kat, I really hope you like this. I’m sorry this took so long lmao, I just couldn’t find a plot I was happy with and fluff just wasn’t working for me :( .. This definitely isn’t my best (and is probably border lining on my worst.) but once again, I hope you liked it <3
Hi guys, I’ve recently added some chapters to my TLH fanfic Shadow of My Heart. I’m going to be uploading another one tonight so if you want to read it on AO3 I’ll add the link.
