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jesse better get alive again and marry lucie. that is an ORDER

Lucie writing about Cordelia:

I wonder what happened in TLH era for them bury all those things. Cordelia's scabbard, James's gun and broken pieces of a sword which I think is the Blackthorn sword because it was never mentioned in TDA, in Jesse's coffin.

Jesse and Lucie

ehcvjhervcuervcherwvhcukecfkhudvhujfehv huefh- these head cannons! I fucking loved them! Especially the “Sex with a ghost one”! Like where do you get there fantastic ideas?! Also about the sex with the ghost head cannon I have tried to write it and extend it-

Lucie smiled as she looked at her husband. His Blackthron green eyes reflected the sunlight coming from the window, turning his face a shade paler. He looked beautiful as always, with messy black hair and his enchanting smile. He caught her looking at him and pulled her closer, kissing her lips as he did so. Lucie put her arms around his neck, into his soft raven hair and started ruffling it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and soothingly rubbed her back. She loved it when he did that, it calmed her down, made her feel wanted. 

“Happy Anniversary, love,” she muttered gently into the kiss. It was their first anniversary, and Lucie being Lucie had even wrote a short story on how she expected it to go. She hoped Jesse hadn’t found that story, cause he would have tried his best to finish all of the things on Lucie’s list. Which also included writing ‘L+J’ on the moon with gold chains. She really hoped Jesse hadn’t done that, and even if he had, how had he done it?

“Happy anniversary, Princess Lucinda,” Jesse said mockingly, but still with his usual warmth of affection. Lucie couldn’t help to prevent the blush on her face. She used her willpower to pull back from the kisses and said, “Oh thank you, Sir Jethro. What should I do, on this auspicious day, to amuse you, my dear?”

Jesse didn’t answer, just pulled her closer again, and showered her with more kisses, moving from her forehead to the bottom of her neck, where she still wore the chain of gold, that used to store Jesse’s last breathe. “Just be there for me,” Jesse said, and kissed the chain of gold, “Until my last breathe.”

Subconsciously, Lucie reached for his pulse, by placing her hand on his heart. He is still here with you, Luce she comforted herself, still alive, breathing.

While one part of her busy reminding her Jesse was safe, the other part was forming an idea. A very good one indeed. Lucie mentally made a note to visit her parabatai’s brother, Alastair Carstairs.

                  *  *  *

“Good Evening, one and all,” Will Herondale announced, “Today as we all know, we are here for my daughter, Lucie’s first marriage anniversary with Jesse Blackthron!” The audience erupted with applause as Jesse kissed Lucie on the forehead, receiving a stare from Will and James and a kind smile from Tessa and Cordelia.

The audience wasn’t a really big one, just the close relatives- the Herondales, the Lightwoods, the Fairchilds, the Carstairs, Grace, Brother Zacharich and Ariande. 

Jesse felt Lucie move away from him. He scrunched his eyebrows at her. She gave him a comforting smile and winked, “A surprise for you, Sir Jethro,” and she walked away to the stage. She took her place beside Alastair Carstairs, who Jesse hadn’t noticed was waiting on the stage with a piano. He couldn’t blame himself, the only person he noticed was his Lucie.

“Hullo everyone,” Lucie gave a small bow with a wide smile, “Since it is my first anniversary, I am going to perform a song that I myself have written and thanks to Alastair for the help with the piano,” she turned her head in an appreciative gesture towards Alastair, who smiled kindly. 

“This one’s for you, love,” Lucie gestured to Jesse, who blew a fake kiss at her.

Alastair started playing. Lucie followed and started singing, “I'm getting hickeys from my bed bugs,”

Alastair gets nervous like “This is not what I signed up for”. Will and James get the questioning look on their face. Meanwhile Lucie ignores all this, not moving her gaze from Jesse she continues,

”I'm getting busy with a bad perfume I'm sticking kisses to a pen drug I'm making friction with a sad vaccuumI'm getting jiggy with a rifle I'll pull the trigger with my eyes closed Hoping to hit you somewhere vital And when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile,” 

At this point, James and Will were moving towards Jesse to kill him but thank the angel for Uncle Gideon and Uncle Gabriel, who held them down.

Then there is a few seconds of Alastair playing the piano and Lucie sings in high pitch, “I'm having sex with a ghost, 'cause he knows I'm alone He's a freak in the sheets, play it cool I'm sleeping with a Sex with a ghost, 'cause he knows I'm alone He's a freak in the sheets, play it cool I'm sleeping with a ghoul,”

Will, James, Gabriel, Gideon and Thomas were mortified while Tessa, Cordelia, Anna, Matthew, Ariadne, Jem and Grace were laughing their asses off. Christopher wasn’t really paying attention to the lyrics, he just thought it was nice of Lucie to write a song for her love. Gideon and Gabriel are holding James and Will back to prevent them from strangling their nephew. Jesse had no idea what Lucie was doing, but he definitely knew this was some masterplan of Lucie’s to make her dad and brother kill Jesse. 

Ignoring all this and looking at Jesse with a smirk, Lucie continued, “ The only time I ever see him Is when he's behind me in the mirror Even from a distance I can hear him Try to listen, but his whispers make my ears hurt,”

Will and James finally broke free of the Lightwood brother’s grip as they lunged towards Jesse and landed on top of him. 

“Thank you,” Lucie bowed and rushed to grab her second best bonnet.

(The song above was “Sex with a ghost”)

Ghostwriter/Blackdale Headcannons

As promised, in honour of my birthday here is a master list of all my Lucie and Jesse headcannons.

CHAIN OF IRON SPOILERS AHEAD

DISCLAIMER

If you’ve seen the same/similar headcannons to these it’s likely that someone has had the same idea and posted it immediately rather than add it to a list to be posted 2 weeks later. I promise I’ve not copied or stole from anyone, these are all straight from my brain as soon as the thought occurs.

Cannon Time Period

For a long time after Chain of Iron Jesse struggles to sleep because he’s scared of being possessed again and because he gets nightmares of murders.

·When they get to Cornwall Jesse refuses to go outside or open any windows until Lucie wakes up because he doesn’t want to see the sun without his light

As soon as he gets the chance Jesse goes to meet his uncles officially. He doesn’t ask Grace or Lucie to come because he feels his family is something he must face on his own. There were many tears, many desperate hugs, and many stuttering sobs.

Jesse makes a point to get to know his cousins. He tries to help Christopher with some of his experiments, he lets Anna take him shopping and Thomas helps to teach him Welsh. He asks Cecily and Gabriel if he can babysit Alexander sometimes and Eugenia takes him out for tea while teaching him modern etiquette.

Jesse moves in with Gideon and Sophie and they love and nurture him like his mother never did.

When celebrating her birthday Jesse always gets Lucie something pertaining to writing (new pens, a notebook, typewriter accessories etc.) then takes her some place beautiful so she can write about it in one of her books. He once took her the highest point of Idris where they could look down on Alicante and see Lake Lyn simultaneously; He also took her to an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of London which she thought would be a well-suited environment for a fight scene

At their wedding Jesse gives part of his vows in Welsh both to surprise Lucie and appease Will

 Lucie gifts Jesse his first set of gear and gives him a custom sheath for the Blackthorn sword as an engagement present.

 Lucie gives Cordelia the final instalment of The Beautiful Cordelia for their parabatai ceremony. In the instalment Cordelia discovers that Lord Hawke - her lover she’s been trying to reunite with this entire time - was actually Cruel Prince James all along, and he may not be as cruel as he seems.

After finishing The Beautiful Cordelia, Lucie begins writing a spinoff novel titled: Princess Lucinda and Her Adventures with Sir Jethro.

When they’re sleeping/cuddling she rests her head on his chest and her hand on his throat to feel his pulse.

Lucie inherited the Quiet Look and is often found gazing at Jesse from across rooms, much to the disappointment of those trying to have a conversation with her

As we know Alastair can play the piano so I got the idea that for their wedding anniversary or Jesse’s birthday maybe Lucie enlists his help to create the song “Sex with a Ghost” (this song is pretty funny if you imagine Lucie singing it). She writes the lyrics and Alastair does the backing music. The catch is she doesn’t actually give him the lyrics, so when the time comes Alastair along with Jesse, Will, James, and Thomas are all mortified while Tessa, Cordelia, Anna, Matthew, Ariadne, and Grace and laughing their asses off. Christopher isn’t really paying attention to the lyrics, he just think it was nice of Lucie to write a song for her love. Gideon and Gabriel are holding James and Will back to prevent them from strangling their nephew.

When Tatiania goes off on one of her anti-Herondale/anti-shadowhunter rants, claiming Lucie stole her son and that she’ll have her revenge, Lucie interrupts her by simply knocking her out with a punch then letting the Silent Brothers deal with her.

After all the chaos is sorted Jesse regularly wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn as to not miss a moment of sunshine. The first thing he does is look at Lucie and silently thank her for giving him life again. He doesn’t wake her up because he knows she lost many hours of sleep just to stay up at night with him. Instead he makes tea and reads by the window or on the balcony. If Lucie does wake up to join him she writes in her notebook next to him or they discuss they’re plans for the day.

It becomes their nightly routine to talk about their day while Jesse brushes Lucie’s hair before they go to bed

When they trained together for the first time Lucie was very surprised that Jesse could hold his own against her. That was until the sun shone through the glass panes, illuminating Lucie’s pale eyes and making her hair shine all the different colours he loves. This caught Jesse off guard and Lucie used the opportunity to knock his feet out from under him. In turn Jesse sweeps her off her feet so she lands on top of him and captures her in a kiss.

Lucie chooses Cordelia to be her suggenes and Jesse chooses Grace

Modern/human AU

Their respective clothing styles are lazy cottagecore with a touch of academia for Lucie and soft boy-next-door also with a pinch of dark academia for Jesse. Lucie drinks ice coffee out of a metal straw, wears baggy sweaters, has pencils in her hair, always carries a notebook and is constantly bumping into people. Jesse likesthe piano, black coffee, old converse and crewnecks and candid photos

Lucie steals sweaters from basically all of her friends. She took Jesse’s green one, Cordelia’s yellow one and a brown one from James

They’re both English majors which is how they meet but Lucie has a focus on creative writing and Jesse has a focus on literature. Jesse also does a minor in business to please his mother.

After they get married they open a publishing company where Lucie releases The Beautiful Cordelia and many others. Jesse is her editor.

Keep reading

The fact that Kit writes to Ty feels like something he wouldn’t have started doing just now, but instead has been doing for a while. They’re so in love with one another!! I cannot fathom my excitement for TWP

Kit to Ty

Ty,

I need someone to talk to and I don’t want it to be Julian or Emma. Or Jem or Tessa. So it’ll have to be you. Which means I can’t ever send this and you can’t ever read it. I’ll burn it in the garden when I’m done writing it so I’m not tempted to send it.

The gardens here are really excellent, by the way. I guess you know that since you’ve been here. There’s an old Georgian greenhouse, and a little pond with lilies and frogs and benches to watch them, and a walled garden, and it’s just very nice to walk around here with Mina. I never had a sister or brother before, you know that, but being with Mina makes me realize more about how you felt about Livvy. Still feel about Livvy I guess. I’m not saying I forgive you. Just maybe I understand more.

Blackthorn Hall is still being restored, of course, and there are faeries everywhere doing the restorations. They’re brownies, apparently, and even though they aren’t doing anything that interesting—weeding and carrying wheelbarrows of dirt and whatever—I can’t stop watching them. I have hardly seen any faeries at all since—well, since we were in that battle with them. I guess I didn’t realize how strictly I was being kept apart from them. Until now.

I should really stay away from them, because every time I get close enough for them to talk to me, they do something to freak me out. The head builder, this guy Round Tom— he’s not even that round, honestly — anyway the first time Round Tom saw me he did a little thing where he jumped in a circle and made some odd gestures in the air, and then bowed in my direction. I just turned around on my heel and walked off in the other direction like I had just remembered I forgot something.

And then General Winter, like Kieran’s General Winter, was there helping out—Julian says he’s there to keep all the workers in line since they are scared of General Winter but not Round Tom—and he knew I was the First Heir. Like the Riders did.

The Riders whose horses I made disappear. Or something. I don’t know if they ever came back. No one seems to know.

I tried to pretend I didn’t hear General Winter either but we were just out in the open and it would have been way too obvious. So when he addressed me as First Heir all I could think of to say was, “That’s me. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told.”

“If you’ve been told,” he said, “then it is true, since we do not lie.”

I wanted to say buddy, I worked at the Los Angeles Shadow Market for years. Faeries do all kinds of sketchy stuff. Instead I just said, “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do about it.”

 General Winter watched me with this thoughtful look on his face, and said, “You need do nothing about it, yet. Indeed, at this moment that might be the wisest course of action. For things are strange in Faerie.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“There are disturbances,” he said slowly. “Rumors swirl about the Seelie Court. And Mother Hawthorn walks again.”

BI could ask him what any of that meant, Round Tom came rushing over. “Cousins.” (I had forgotten faeries sometimes addressed each other like that, and it gave me a little shiver, like he was saying, you are one of us.) “I have found something. Please come with me.”

He led us around to one of the big plane trees. A little ways away from the trunk was a huge hole, and then on the other side of the tree were two sawhorses across which balanced a coffin.

At least I think it was a coffin. It was really busted up, half-rotted, cracked everywhere, caked in dirt. It was obviously the thing that had come out of the hole.

“A tomb?” said General Winter as we got closer, but Round Tom was shaking his head.

“We would not have disturbed a tomb,” said Round Tom. “But none lie buried here. Only magic, of a dark and powerful kind.” He stepped back. “Look inside.”

I came closer. There was indeed a bunch of random stuff inside the coffin. It looked like—well, you know how old Egyptian pharaohs were buried with all their belongings? It was like that, I assume for a Shadowhunter, except the belongings were a weird assortment. It was dirty and falling apart and mostly just junk—papers and little jars and bits of fabric and the hilt of a sword with no blade, that kind of thing.

“How old is it?” I said, and Round Tom reached it and fished out a liquor bottle. The label was pretty faded and ripped but it was a printed label, in a Victorian style. I wondered if Jem or Tessa would have any guess whose stuff it could be.

“You said there was magic here?” I said.

“Dark magic,” Round Tom said gravely. “Wild magic.”

“The curse?” said General Winter.

Round Tom’s expression cleared and he shrugged. “Perhaps not. It’s actually much less demonic in nature than the curse on the house. But emanating from the foot of an unremarkable tree it bore exploration. There are two items that might be of further interest.”

He cleared away some of the mess and revealed a scabbard. It was a very nice scabbard. Sorry, that doesn’t really capture it. A very very nice scabbard. It needed some cleaning up, but it was obviously beautiful and, I’m sure, valuable. It was steel but covered in gold inlay all over in the shape of leaves and birds. There were some runes on it, too, so it was definitely a Shadowhunter’s at some point.

“Nice,” I said.

“It is more than ‘nice,’” General Winter said. “It is clearly the work of Lady Melusine herself. See how it has not deteriorated at all?”

Round Tom looked important. “And yet it is the less interesting of the two pieces,” he said. With a great dramatic gesture that he had clearly practiced ahead of time, he pushed all of the junk to one side in the coffin, leaving—

“Is that…a gun?” I said.

“One of those mundane weapons, yes,” said Round Tom. He picked it up as though it might go off, though it was rusty and covered in dirt. It was a revolver. It didn’t look any different than revolvers from a million gangster movies, or Westerns—I guess if I were really sending this to Ty I would have to explain what a Western was.

Anyway the big difference was this gun was covered in etchings and runes and words and was obviously magic af. (Which means . . . oh, never mind what it means.)

“But Shadowhunters don’t use guns,” I said.

“They never have,” General Winter agreed. He picked up the gun with a surprising amount of familiarity, and sighted along it in the direction of a nearby tree. He tried to fire and it just clicked — the cylinder didn’t even turn.

“Rusted shut, probably,” said Tom. General Winter handed it to me to look at. I’m not good enough with runes to know any of the ones that were on it. I pointed it at the same tree, kind of as a joke, kind of just to feel how heavy it was, and pulled the trigger, and there was a huge BANG and a bunch of wood splinters exploded from the tree.

My arm kicked back from the force of the shot. And we all stared. My ears were buzzing, but I thought I heard Round Tom say something to General Winter. I’m pretty sure the words First Heir were in there.

Certainly when I looked at them again, at Round Tom and General Winter, their expressions were guarded. Closed.

“Perhaps we should take this item inside and see if the other Nephilim recognize anything about it,” General Winter said flatly.

 “I’m sure it just only works for Shadowhunters,” I told General Winter, but he just gave me kind of a troubled look and said nothing. “Anyway. I’ll bring it in.”

I could feel General Winter and Round Tom watching me as I ran across the lawn and into the house. Jem and Tessa were sitting on a couch in the drawing-room, watching Mina coloring with crayons on some butcher paper.

The moment I came in holding the gun both of them looked utterly shocked. Tessa got to her feet and moved between me and Mina. I told myself she was standing between the gun and Mina, but it still felt rotten.

“What—” said Jem, standing up, but he didn’t finish the sentence. He just stared at me, and the gun.

“Round Tom found it in the garden,” I said. “Is this a gun for Shadowhunters?” I could feel my voice getting tighter. “Shadowhunters don’t use guns.”

“Long ago, Christopher Lightwood tried to create a gun that Shadowhunters could fire,” said Tessa. She was still staring at the gun.

 “It was in a coffin,” I said. “With a bunch of other stuff. A broken sword, and a fancy scabbard.”

“I wondered what he did with it,” said Jem. He? Who was he?

Jem and Tessa exchanged a look.  “The gun belonged to my son James,” she said. I felt kind of sick. Tessa hardly ever talked about her children with Will. “He was the only one who could use it. It would not fire in anyone’s hands but his.”

“I fired it,” I said.

They both looked stunned, and not in a good way. 

“You are very special, Kit,” Jem said. “You are the First Heir. We don’t yet know the extent of how that power works in you.”

“Or perhaps it is just that he has faerie blood,” said Tessa.

I could have said that it definitely wasn’t just faerie blood because General Winter couldn’t use the gun and he doesn’t only have faerie blood, he has a full faerie body with faerie organs and everything. But I didn’t say anything. I just felt a weird feeling in my stomach. I said I would put the gun away and not use it, and Jem and Tessa seemed to feel that was the best thing I could do, and Mina piped up and said “Gun!” and then I felt like the worst person on earth.

So now it’s late and I’m up writing this letter to you that I am going to burn when I’m done, because I can’t sleep. Because I don’t want to be the only person in the world who can fire a magic gun. I don’t want General Winter to straighten up when I’m nearby like I outrank him. I don’t want any of this. I had five minutes where I got to think, oh neat, I found this cool-looking gun and I bet there’s a story behind it, I wonder if they’ll let me keep it or if it needs to go to a museum or something. And then I fired it and instantly—just another thing that’s weird about me.

Good night, Ty. I’ll never send this, and you’ll never read it.

Kit