Kit: So you want me to help you with necromancy?

Ty:Yes.

Kit: But isn’t it illegal?

Ty:Yes.

Kit: Oh cool, so we’re gangsters, huh?

ahumanbeingtryingherbest:

I noticed that in every new art of Kit that we get, he always has a mole on his right cheekbone. I thought that while drawing, little details can be easily changed as much as colours, but if we keep seeing this detail it must be important.

so my hipothesy is that: as we have seen Kit so enchanted of Ty’s characteristic grey eyes (and all of him to be honest but who’s gonna blame him?) we’re probably gonna read about Ty pining about this cute little mole on Kit’s cheek and how much he wants to approach to examine it better and kiss itand-

sandersgrey:

Kit getting in the habit of sending Ty things after the necklace…

At first, it’s practical. Copies of books and genealogies relevant to the Blackthorn Hall that now only exist in Cirenworth, some of them annotated in Kit’s messy but legible handwriting, a “Jessamine says this is not true” or “This has had many important details cut out; check page 17 for an enumeration of those” popping up every once in a while.

Then, it gets a little more self indulgent. Kit finds himself sending him books that have nothing to do with the Hall, but that are clearly things Ty would enjoy- rare books on animals or coding, even a startlingly precious copy of Lucie’s personal diary, which has many coded references to her necromancy that Kit thinks might help Ty stabilize Livy.

Next is a little drawing Mina made, a few stick figures that would be otherwise unrecognizable if not for the fact that theyre labeled. One of them has “Ty” over its head. “I didn’t tell her about you”, Kit writes, “but I guess that’s what you get when a warlock and an ex Silent Brother have a baby.”

Then it gets silly: Cool looking stones. A raven’s feather. Little trinkets, a few shiny things Kit found in the manor and that no longer belong to anyone, a few buttons with fun textures.

A set of lock picks. A little swiss knife.

A sweater, with the note “I’ve still got one of yours. You’re not getting it back, but you can have one of mine. This one is a bit big on me, so it should fit you fine, I think. You don’t need to wear it.”

Ty wears it.

Soooo the amazing @alma-berry asked how Kit would react when he sees Ty’s flower card and if I could draw it?

Queen… your wish is my command! ❤

HERE WE GO!!!

Have fun with how I imagine Kitty’s reactions to each others flower card!

It’s crack! It’s stupid. It’s quick and I love it!!! (Kit is literally my reaction when I saw them )

Characters belong to @cassandraclare

Flower cards are made by @cassandrajp

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After like three months I finished my first redraw of my little redraw series (or more like inspired by my old drawings than an actual redraw )

The first one is Kit with the Livia’s Watch flag. The old version is from 2020… I think?

I also used quotes I really liked in Queen of Air and Darkness

I hope you like it

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Merry Christmas!!! Happy Holidays and a peaceful time with your family and friends!

-From soon to be Santa Ty, trainee reindeer Kit and holy spirit/ Kitty supporter Livvy

I hope you like my little fanart where the power triangle are on their first mission to deliver Christmas presents and got slightly lost on their way

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“Tell me,” Kit said. Tell me what you need.

“Put your arms around me,” said Ty. His hands were pale blue blurs in the air, as if Kit were looking at a time-lapsed photo. “Hold on to me.”

-Lord of Shadows

My working shifts are so shitty so I’m currently super busy and don’t really have the time to do anything

BUT! I’m super happy that I could finally finished this Kitty piece

Have fun with my babies ☺

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I’m still alive and I need a fluffy moment with my favorite ship.

Thank god my mom got me my tablet from home so I can still draw a little bit

Have fun with this casual kitty moment

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It’s FINISHED! I worked the entire day on my insta 2k celebration fanart you guys choose and I’m so happy with my final result

I present you smexy Kitty in all its glory

Gosh this was an emotional rollercoaster guys I struggled so hard with finding a pose that working with Kit and Ty or with the perspective…. I literally struggled with almost everything in this piece But it was a great challenge and I really like it! For someone who doesn’t draw smexy it turned out suprisingly good!

So I hope you guys like it as much as I do

PS: This is post TWP. They are both 18+, in a happy relationship based on love, happiness and trust

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dynasties-to-dystopia:

Ty: just to make sure, are you asking me romantically or platonically?

Kit, down on one knee: you did not just fucking ask me that

Trouble Seems to Follow (Part Six)

Kit Herondale, Ty Blackthorn, Livvy Blackthorn (Kit/Ty)

Wordcount: 4,890 words

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(PartFive)

Part Six of the ‘Kit and Ty meet again after three years when Kit rescues Ty by teleporting them out of danger.’

Featuring Kit and Mina bonding, a heart-to-heart with Jem and possibly most importantly, some important conversations (and skirmishes) between Kit and Ty in Cirenworth’s training room.

(Hi! it’s been a while but trust me- I think this chapter makes up for the absence. One more chapter to go after this!)

As before- thanks to @sandersgrey for the Kit/Ty posts that keep inspiring fic, including this one!

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Kit woke up from a dream by a very insistent Kitty kitty kit!! He opened his eyes to find Mina staring at him with round eyes. “Why you not in bed?” she asked him, a tiny frown on her face. 

“I am in bed, Min-Min,” Kit told her, rubbing his face and looking over at the old-fashioned clock on the side table. Just before two in the afternoon. He’d been asleep for three hours.  

“Not your bed,” she said, and started to clamber up beside him. Kit scooted over and held his arm just behind in case she lost her balance. She did– but fell forwards against him; tiny limbs splayed over the side and her chin hit his clavicle. 

“Oof,” he said and then pulled her tighter in a hug as she giggled. She snuggled into him. “Not Kitty’s bed.” 

“No, not mine. But someone else- Ty, needed my bed,” he told her. 

“Oooh,” she said, considering him. “You share?” she asked, innocently. 

“Not- no.” Kit was acutely aware of how his mind had flashed upon that possibility before he had shown himself out- rather gracefully, he thought. 

“Okay.” Mina seemed to accept his brief response, which was good, considering she was still in the midst of her ‘why?’ phase and Kit wasn’t sure how long he wanted to continue that line of questioning. 

“Mina-mine, you should let Kit get his sleep.” Jem’s voice from the doorway was low and calm, and he held out his arms to her, while smiling apologetically at Kit. 

But it had the absolute opposite effect on Mina. “NOoooooo,” she wailed, clinging even harder to him. “I WANT KIT.” 

“Nah- I’m awake now,” Kit said with a grin, thinking he’d rather spend time with his family if he was about to be exiled again so soon. He stood up, carefully balancing Mina in his arms. They walked out of the room together, Mina smiling again and whispering to him about all the books she wanted him to read and current plans for her postbox. 

“Postbox?” Kit raised his eyebrows at Jem as they descended the main staircase. The door to his room was still closed, Kit noted along the way. 

“It’s ah- something to do with a BBC cartoon about a Welsh postman,” Jem told him. “Mina is obsessed and well- you know Tessa and I have fond memories of the Welsh accent.”

“Postman Pat!!” Mina burbled in Kit’s ear, and she started singing what Kit assumed was the theme song to him. They passed by Tessa’s study, where she was curled up with a book, waving briefly as they passed by, and went out into the back garden. 

The afternoon sky was a bright blue, white fluffy clouds lazily floating by, with a fresh breeze that carried the scent of the magnificent flower garden. Sitting in lawn chairs, as directed by Mina, Kit and Jem waited as she ran back inside the double doors, intent on her tasks. 

Kit closed his eyes against the sun, immediately opening them as a shadow fell across him. But it was only Jem, wearing his own pair of sunglasses and offering a spare pair to Kit as he sat back down. 

“Thanks,” he said, slipping them on. 

Mina came zooming over, handing them both some cups and pretending to pour them tea before disappearing again. Jem asked Kit a few questions about how things had been at the London Institute, and Kit deflected by telling him about all the random Will signatures he had found. 

“Sounds like Will,” Jem said, smiling. “But did you find the traces I left in the Institute?”

“No..?” Kit was intrigued. “What were they?”

Jem shrugged and lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” he said.  

Kit rolled his eyes. “All right then, keep your secrets, Gandalf,” he said. But he couldn’t help but be happy he was back at Cirenworth, with Jem being his sometimes cryptic self. 

After a few minutes, they fell into one of their usual silences, which Kit usually appreciated and found restful. But he glanced over and noticed Jem’s face. It was subtle but even with his eyes covered, Kit could tell he was deliberating over words. 

He sighed. “Sure, I’m accepting unsolicited advice at this stage. Go ahead.”

“Am I that obvious?” Jem laughed lightly. “I could’ve sworn my years as a Silent Brother meant I should have a better poker face.”

Kit shrugged. “What can I say? I have a gift for reading people.”

“You do,” Jem’s voice was suddenly serious. “And in that manner - I don’t think you’re unaware of what I’m going to say.”

He paused. “I think you need to be careful when you go back to the London Institute. I don’t think Tiberius is being entirely truthful with you.” The words were filled with regret but conviction.

Kit tried to keep his own face still. He had a similar suspicion but it weirdly needled him that Jem thought so too. “Truthful in what way? Ty would never do anything to- I mean, he’s a good person.”

“No, I don’t think he would intentionally do something to hurt you,” Jem agreed. “But institutions and people working on behalf of institutions or organisations can. Centurions have had an obsession with Faerie - it’s their mission statement and even with the ending of the Cold Peace - well - I’m not sure their current missions are likely to be friendly towards you.”

“Right… but I- I can’t keep hiding,” Kit burst out. “It’s just- I’ve spent the last three years hiding and I can’t do that for the rest of my life.” He leaned back in his chair, staring up at the endless blue sky. “And I want to- I want to have- friends again. Shadowhunter and Downworlder friends. Including Ty,” he said, stubbornly.  

Beside him, Jem let out a small sigh. “I… know, I want that for you too.” He leaned forward, his eyes covered by the dark shades, but there was a sad twist to his mouth, as he looked towards the horizon. “I hope I’m wrong but I keep having nightmares where- something bad has happened to you and well- I’m worried, I suppose, is what I’m saying. I’m not sure London is the best place for you to return to.” 

“Well- if not London, where can I go?” Kit asked, aware of the despairing note in his voice. 

“The Shanghai Institute could be a good option. I could ask my cousin…” Jem trailed off. 

Kit opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by a flying Mina with an overflowing toy trolley being pushed out the door and speeding towards them. “Special delivery!” she called. “For you, daddy-” she started passing toys to him, and then wheeled over to Kit. “And you, Kitty!” 

Jem accepted his pile gracefully. “Well- let’s talk about this more closer to supper,” he suggested, which Kit was happy to agree to. 

The shadows were starting to stretch behind the tall trees when Kit looked up from where he was building mud pies with Mina, to notice with a start Ty, standing by the doors and watching them. 

After a quick word with Jem and a promise to return to play later on with Mina, who was standing behind her dad, still a bit shy in Ty’s presence, Kit made his way over. 

There was a small smile playing about Ty’s lips as he watched Kit approach, one of his hands playing with a small coin, as he casually leaned against the rough stone exterior of the house. He looked much less pale and no longer looked on the verge of collapse, Kit observed. There was something odd but also right, about him being at Cirenworth, wearing a slightly too-short t-shirt of Kit’s. 

“Hey,” Kit said, pushing up his sunglasses, feeling a smile spread over his face. 

Ty’s eyes went wide for a second and his hands paused their constant movement. “Hi.” He stood up straight, almost soldier-like, as if he had been caught slouching. 

Jem’s warning suddenly echoed in Kit’s head but he pushed it away. He wanted to enjoy these last few hours at home, and part of that meant delaying questions he knew he should be asking. “Hope you slept okay,” he said casually. 

“Yes, I did,” Ty replied back formally. “Your bed is very comfortable,” he added. But he was also looking around, as if searching for someone. 

Livvy.  

“I haven’t seen her,” Kit said, in a low voice, even though Jem and Mina were far away in the back corner of the garden. 

Ty’s mouth thinned. “Hmm, sometimes she- sometimes there can be interferences with her being able to appear.” 

“Well, like Tessa said, the wards are strong here- and Livvy did mention something like that when we first arrived,” Kit said.

Ty nodded. “It’s probably that. She’s usually able to appear anyway better at night,” he said but there was still a reluctant note in his voice. 

Kit was sympathetic but he also realised that, as much as he had wanted Livvy as a buffer at the start, now- as this afternoon was ending- he was wanting to spend a bit more time with Ty alone. He needed to ask Ty some questions and get to the bottom of whatever he was hiding. But more than that, Kit was beginning to realise, he just wanted to spend more time in Ty’s company, without it being a life or death situation.  

“Do you want a tour?” he said quickly, before Ty could suggest anything else. “Of Cirenworth? Given Livvy isn’t likely going to appear for a few hours yet?”

Ty looked surprised but he readily agreed. 

Kit led him around the back garden, waving to Jem and Mina as they went, and he explained the history of the grounds as Jem had explained it to him. Then, he led Ty back into the house, first to the kitchen, where they had a quick snack, Ty telling him of the dire cooking at the Scholomance, while Kit raided the family biscuit tin, which was stocked with chocolate hobnobs (he suspected Tessa had put a spell on the tin, as it always had his favourite types of cookies).  

Afterwards, they continued their tour, with Ty looking curiously at the long history of the Carstairs and Herondales and other Shadowhunters lining the walls of the hallways and Kit wracking his brains trying to remember the stories Tessa told him about them. With some people, Kit thought, they might have politely listened, but Ty was listening intently, with a slight tilt to his head that Kit vaguely remembered from years before. 

“That’s Alastair Carstairs - he was Jem’s cousin and Tessa’s son’s brother-in-law,” he said, more than halfway down the hall towards the east wing of the house. “Oh yeah- AND, he was gay, Tessa was pretty sure - he and a Lightwood, Theodore or something, were confirmed lifelong bachelors in London together.” Kit was proud of remembering the important parts of Cirenworth’s former owners’ lives. 

But Ty had stopped dead in front of another portrait. “This is- he’s a Blackthorn, isn’t he?” he asked, staring at the male half of a couple sitting on a bench in the picture. “I’ve seen him before, I think.”

“Yeah… that’s Jesse Blackthorn. He married Tessa’s daughter, Lucie.” Kit felt a shiver run down his spine at Ty’s intent gaze. He didn’t know the full story but Tessa had skirted around it enough for Kit to know there had been some sort of black magic - perhaps even necromancy- that Jesse and Lucie had been involved in. They had narrowly avoided having their marks stripped and being exiled as mundanes, Tessa had told him. He didn’t want to tell Ty their story- for obvious reasons. 

“Hey- let me show you…” Kit cast a look around for something to distract Ty. He noticed where they were. “C’mon- the training room is this way,” he said, sweeping an arm down the hall, trying to act casual. 

Ty gave one last lingering look at the portrait before following Kit into the large, former ballroom that was Cirenworth’s training room.  

He stood there, transfixed, while Kit leaned back against the nearest wall with a smug smile. Sure, it didn’t have the sleek modernity of the L.A. Institute, but Jem and Tessa had taken as much care and attention in restoring the old training room as they had in the rest of the house. 

The teak floor gleamed a buttery golden red from the late afternoon sun, highlighted from the skylights and wide windows at the back of the room. The white-washed walls held ranges of weapons on display, interspersed with training towers and ladders and ropes with access to the wide beams above, while large display cabinets at the back housed the older and more exotic weapons of Cirenworth’s past. At the far end of the room was the raised platform that had been there since the early 1900s, according to Jem. 

It was impressive, if you liked that sort of aesthetic, which Kit assumed Ty did. 

Ty stood there looking, particularly on the training towers and then with a look that seemed to be focused on Kit’s shoulder, he asked: “This is where you trained?”

Ah, Kit suddenly realised the trap he had walked them into. “Oh- yeah,” he said casually. “I trained here sometimes with Jem. Sometimes Tessa too.” 

“Oh.” Was all Ty said. But he was looking just past Kit, and up at the scuffed platforms and the outline of the unfortunate incident where Tessa had been quick off the mark to put out an errant fireball. Kit could feel the danger sirens go off in his head - he shouldn’t be revealing more about his time at Cirenworth, especially if there was something behind Jem’s words about Ty.   

“I- look. I hated- hate Shadowhunter training, for the most part,” Kit said in a rush. “So anyway- this is where I trained, when I could be bothered to do it.” He willed Ty to drop his interest. “Anyway, it’s a cool room but just like in any other Shadowhunter house or Institute. Let me show you some other rooms. Should we continue the tour?” he rambled.  

Ty’s look was puzzled and he ignored Kit’s last question. “But- when we, we were all together in London, you said that you were going to train- that you were going to catch up with me and Liv- with us,” he said.  

He remembered those conversations. Out of the depths of his mind, a memory stirred of Ty’s luminous smile when he said he’d train him sometimes but that he had other important things to do. 

Kit could feel himself flushing a deep red. “Yeah, well- priorities change,” he mumbled. He remembered the first summer he came to Cirenworth, after his visit with Jem to the New York Shadowmarket. He had meant to keep up his training- but he soon realised the dull, repetitive nature of it, and while his Shadowhunter blood did make it easier in some ways to build muscle, it was a long slog, and Kit grew bored with it. And then he started at his new school, and he made friends and stayed up late, playing video games and texting with Holly and eventually he stopped showing up in the mornings to train with Jem…   

He wandered over to a small tableau filled with throwing knives. Maybe a quick demonstration would help. He picked up a couple and handed one to Ty, pointing to the targets on the opposite wall. “You can hit that, right?” 

Ty didn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” he said. He looked at Kit, who nodded, and he let the knife fly- it struck true, right in the heart of the bullseye.

Kit sighted his own knife and aimed. As per usual, it went wide and struck the target on the far left side. It was embarrassing. “See?” Kit gave his best charming smile, a Johnny Rook special, the one he used at the Institute to explain away his lack of skills and duck out of training.

“So, you don’t have as good hand-eye coordination,” Ty said, after a moment. “Some Shadowhunters don’t - it doesn’t mean you can’t be-”

“Ty- it’s the same if I try fighting with swords, or seraph blades or bows. I’m distinctly mediocre,” Kit told him, willing him to understand. “I’m not a Shadowhunter.”

Jem and Tessa hadn’t pushed him to continue. Well- not until Kit skipped training for a month and Tessa had appeared at his bedroom door on Saturday morning, with a serious look in her eyes.

“So…” Ty looked back at him, and Kit could swear there was weirdly a hint of panic in Ty’s voice. “You didn’t do any training? You’re no better than a mundane?”

That stung, and Kit couldn’t let it pass. “Not quite,” he said quickly. “Tessa told me I didn’t have to train to be a Shadowhunter but it would be a disservice to my mom’s sacrifice if her and Jem didn’t teach me to defend myself in other ways,” he added quietly. 

Realisation dawned on Ty’s face. “So- Tessa taught you to use your powers,” he said. 

Kit nodded.    

“So- show me,” Ty commanded. “What can you do?” He was looking almost directly at Kit now. 

There was a familiar stir in Kit’s blood, bringing him back to dull winter days where Tessa stood on the ground, one hand on her hip and asked him. “Well then, what are we going to do today?” 

He knew it was dangerous. But also knew he couldn’t resist. 

Kit looked upwards to the highest platform in the room. He kept his eyes open even as he reached deep within to activate his magic (that was one of the first lessons Tessa had taught him), and within a split second he was looking down at Ty. 

But he didn’t wait for a reaction. He took a deep breath, mentally plotting, checking the cabinet at the far end was still as it had been left the last time he had been home. With a quick puff, he materialised on the far side of the room, knowing Ty’s eyes would be scanning for him. Not stopping, he hopped, three more quick stops around the ceiling, then made a beeline for the cabinet, his fingers making quick work of the clasp. And then he was back on the ground, just behind Ty, and dug in a training knife just above Ty’s kidney. 

Less than half a breath later,he was on the ground, and grey eyes were gazing down at him triumphantly.  

Kit grinned. He grabbed his power and pushed. Ty was tossed off him as if being batted away by an invisible wave, which Kit supposed, it was. He quickly flashed himself back up onto the highest beam, and clung there, steadying himself. He could feel his power thrumming through him, seemingly revitalised from his nap and it lapped at him, urging him onwards. He resisted, and finally- looked down to see Ty’s reaction. 

Who was smiling widely back at him, his hands fluttering excitedly by his side. “That was amazing,” Ty said, the acoustics in the room still carrying his voice up to Kit. 

“I know,” Kit said, modestly. 

He appeared next to Ty again, who was watching him appraisingly. “I still managed to knock you down though,” he pointed out. Kit shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so- but it’s not like I was actually going to stab you in the kidney though,” he shot back. 

Ty’s answering grin was feral. “Want to go again?” he asked. “You had the element of surprise that time- what if your opponent is aware of your powers?” 

Kit’s normally low-key competitive spirit was revving up, and he nodded. “Yeah, I practised for that with Jem,” he said. “No biggie.” He didn’t wait for Ty’s response but flashedhimself down to the biggest cabinet to do a quick raid. He didn’t like most weapons, especially the big clunky ones but he did know some of them - particularly the small wrist knives could be useful in situations. Behind him, he heard a rasp of metal, and knew Ty was also arming himself. 

He threw himself into the next skirmish. 

They danced around each other, Kit getting close enough to touch Ty on the arms with the flat of his knives, and Ty whirling around in defence with his sword, and then going on the offence with a ferocious attack that had Kit using his air shield and retreating back to the ceiling, feeling his eyes start to glow the eerie faerie green that happened when he delved deep into his powers. 

Kit couldn’t tell how long they practised but eventually, he started to feel a burning in his fingertips, and he knew he was approaching the limit of his power again. But he wasn’t going to admit it to Ty. He couldn’t show that weakness. One more quick pass and-

His back thudded into the wall, and there was a flash of silvery-grey out of the corner of his eye, and he could feel the knife biting into the flesh of his neck, as Ty used his full strength to pin him. 

Instead of instinctively reaching for his dwindling power again, this time Kit looked up- and froze. What had been distant memories roared back, fully-fledged into his mind. His and Ty’s first meeting. When he had been so scared but also- and at this point, Kit was finally admitting it to himself- already falling for Ty, as he remembered thinking… 

“Kit- you’re-” Ty’s voice was hoarse, and he licked his lips. His breath hitched. Kit’s mind short-circuited, and a different type of electricity thrummed through his body, as he gasped in a few breaths, feeling the solidity of Ty’s hand on his chest, and he tore his gaze off of Ty’s lips, and up to the far more dangerous black-sooted fringe of hair and- 

Ty’s eyes were wide, and staring at Kit- and Kit, try as he might, could not read him. 

 They stayed there, almost as if in suspended animation.

Kit felt a wetness trickling down his shirt and unwillingly felt himself return to the present.

Ty’s eyes darted down, and widened in horror. The pressure of the knife was instantly withdrawn, and before Kit could realise what had happened, Ty had his stele out, and the slightly unpleasant burn of an iratzehad been drawn just below the cut.

Kit stepped away from the wall, rubbing the iratze and wondered if he looked as disconcerted as he felt. 

“Kit- I, I’m sorry,” Ty stammered. “Why didn’t you try to escape this time?” Unlike a moment earlier, it was easier to interpret the emotions flashing over Ty’s face - embarrassment, contrition, and- maybe a hint of anger. 

“I-” Kit shook his head. He went for the easier answer. “I ran out of gas- I couldn’t,” he said. 

Instead of soothing Ty, it only seemed to incense him. His eyes shuttered. “What?” he asked. “You couldn’t?”

“No, I couldn’t,” Kit responded, hurt at Ty’s response. “It’s not limitless, remember?”

“That’s not good enough,” Ty said, sheathing his knife and starting to pace. “If you get pinned by your enemies- they’ll wear you down using it and trap you and-”

“I KNOW, TY,” Kit exploded, as he turned and threw his knives in frustration.  

“You think I don’t know that?” He wanted to grab Ty and shake him. You think I don’t know? That I have limited power and limited time to learn more about it and I’m still not good enough and-

“It’s why I run and hide, okay?” he yelled. “Because it’s all I can fucking do- I’ve been hiding for three years and running for the past five months and it sucks and I hate it and-” He stood there, trembling. Funnily enough, one of the knives had actually found its target, despite his erratic moves.  

All of his anger drained away, and he slumped against one of the nearby climbing towers. 

“Look- we’ll figure out a way so that you don’t have to keep running,” Ty said. But Kit just shook his head and laughed, harshly. “Maybe- but there’s no guarantee that I- or someone else I love doesn’t get hurt in the meantime.” 

He was aware of time stretching out and Ty hovering just beyond but he couldn’t move. It just felt like so much- and never ending running. He didn’t want to have to be always looking over his shoulder- scared to visit or develop bonds with people.  

“What do you need?” Ty’s voice sounded like it was coming from far away. 

And suddenly Kit was desperate for Ty to touch him, give him human contact, human comfort. “Could you-?” He couldn’t manage to get the words out but Ty stood there patiently, watching, like he found Kit to be the most fascinating thing in the world. “Like- we did on the rooftop of the London Institute?”  

Recognition dawned in Ty’s eyes and he was beside Kit before he could even think to take the words back. The grace and speed of Shadowhunters often surprised Kit but not when it came to Ty.  

He could feel Ty’s fingers gently stroking along his arms, the movements rhythmically soothing. Kit closed his eyes, hands circling around to rest at the base of Ty’s lower back, the cloth slightly damp from their training. 

Ty pulled him closer and Kit sighed. 

This close, he could feel a quiet, almost undetectable hum coming from Ty’s throat- reminding him of a contented cat, and the muffled, steady sound of his heartbeat, as Kit rested his head against the soft, faded t-shirt fabric. 

Ty’s breath though, was slightly fast-paced and uneven. 

It felt more like a sanctuary and less like the open wound he had feared it might be. He moved his head off Ty’s warm chest, daring to look up. There was an intense look in Ty’s eyes, catching him and pinning him with his gaze. “Is this all right?” he asked, his voice soft. 

In the distance, Kit could hear a cheerful, wavering off-key singing from Mina downstairs and the sound of Jem playing the violin. This felt dangerous now, in Ty’s arms. 

He moved to disentangle himself and almost fell off balance when the other boy stepped quickly away, back to the previous, safe distance. 

Kit put his hands in his pocket to cover up his momentary clumsiness. “Thanks,” he said- and Ty nodded back, the motion almost jerky. They started to tidy away the training equipment. 

Unspoken words hovered in the air between them. For the first time though, since their reunion, Kit didn’t think it was the past that was driving it. 

Kit could feel Ty stealing glances at him, until, finally, Kit stopped, turning to him. “What is it?” 

Ty shook his head, almost savagely. “It’s not- not appropriate right now.”

“Tell me- fuck appropriate,” Kit said, suddenly desperate to know.  

“Okay…” There was an unguarded look in Ty’s eyes and the next words out of his mouth were a surprise. “Kit,” he said. “I want to kiss you.” 

Kit stood rooted to the spot. He let Ty’s words sink in, while he stared at the gleaming wooden floor. 

He waited- wondering if Ty would say anything else. Stupidly, his brain went to the classic 80s and 90s romcoms he had watched with Tessa and the fact that in those movies the declaration of feelings was usually followed by a kiss, no waiting around. 

But this wasn’t a film and he knew that wasn’t Ty’s style. He looked up, hesitantly, almost afraid to find out he’d missed his chance. 

But Ty was still there, immobile as a statue, the only indication of his own nerves were the additional paleness to his face, and some subtle finger taps along his jeans.

“Right,” Kit said, coming back to himself. “Yeah, I want that too,” he said more firmly. “I want to kiss you too.” 

Saying the words aloud - maybe his parents would’ve called it his Herondale blood.Or maybe it was while the past three years had taught Kit while his instinct to run usually worked - sometimes, just maybe - the strategy of standing one’s ground was also the right one. 

He took a step towards Ty. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked, and threw his best challenging smile, remembering the hitch in Ty’s breath earlier. 

Ty’s luminous smile blossomed. In an instant, his hands were on Kit’s shoulders, carefully steering them and for the second time in as many minutes, his back hit the wall. He could see Ty considering him, his eyes flashing silvery-grey in the dimming afternoon light, before he leaned down. Kit closed his eyes, letting his head tilt back, as Ty’s lips gently, almost hesitantly brushed his own. It was and both wasn’t enough- without thinking, his hands were on the back of Ty’s neck, urging him to deepen the kiss- which Ty did, eagerly.   

This was happening, Kit thought hazily. He was kissing Ty. 

Maybe it should have terrified him. 

But for the first time in several months, Kit finally allowed himself to relax and surrender to the moment of happiness, however fleeting it might be. 

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tiredofwaitingfortwp:

I currently just want to receive a story in SOBH from Kit not suffering for Ty, I understood that he suffers but cassandra only shows this, I know that maybe ty is also suffering and without hiding this is something that cassandra does even TWP

but we could also receive something from Kit without suffering something from him talking about Training, powers, family or school with Jace or a group conversation of Kit with friends or a letter from Tessa talking about Kit without showing him suffering

just wanted to know if at least my baby does something else besides suffering for Ty

Totally! Like don‘t get me wrong I enjoy every bit we get about Kit or Ty but we always see Kit suffering. I want to know more about his girlfriend, his life as a big brother, the friends he has in school, if he has good grades and if he uses Social Media. You know, just stuff from his normal life that show us that yeah, he also has a life that isn‘t just about suffering from the events of qoaad. And i just think that would be so important for the development of Kit and Ty‘s relationship in TWP.

And tbh I also want to see Ty suffer a little.

I agree so bad. I already understood that my baby is not fine. And that he is not as good on hiding his hurt for others as Ty. I love the angst but dear lord, he is more that his suffering over a boy.

I want to read more about him as an older brother, or if he find out if his girlfriend is a werewolf or not. About him being a shadowhunter in a mundane school and becoming friend with downlanders, and him having a family that loves him for the first time.

I would be satisfied if Tessa writes Catharina a letter telling her how nervous she is when Kit takes Mina to the park for a walk just because exist the possibility of fairies around

I’m saying this as a big Kitty shiper, anything un-Ty-related would be fine.

sandersgrey:

Here are my previsions for twp, hcs aside:

- Kit is gonna crash and burn at some point, because he has not allowed himself to properly process shit and it SHOWS

- The gf thing is gonna be a red herring and shes either not gonna show up in twp (already an ex) or its gonna be very brief

- Livy is either gonna fully pass on or be fully brought back, and either way I think Kits gonna be involved

- Tys not gonna be allowed by CC to be (rightfully) mad at Kit the way Kit is mad at him, or at least not as clearly

- There is either gonna be no Ty POV or very little Ty POV

- If there is Ty POV CC is gonna fuck it up

- At some point Kit is gonna do something truly reckless and idiotic to save someone he cares about

- We’re gonna learn more about his powers and theres gonna be drama about it bc ofc

- Kit and Ty are gonna be Fucked Up at the beginning but they are eventually gonna kiss on the mouth

- There might be a cave sex scene and Magnus might walk in on them. I am not sure how to feel about it but it needs to be acknowledged.

- The reckless thing Kit is gonna do might be what fully opens up the holes in the universe that Ty started w the ritual, so theyre both gonna be responsible for it and its gonna fulfill the First Heir prophecy

- Kit is still gonna be smitten as hell and also Herondale-angsty as hell

- We’re gonna get very devoted Ty, even if not in typical ways. Think tda Ty but more protective and now knowing his own feelings about Kit.

- Livy is gonna be the true MVP as always

- Thule is gonna have a role in it, especially Thule Kit, whos gonna have a whole thing about Ty because of course.

- At the very end theyre either gonna be fully sealing the world against demons, like that one alternate dimension, or revealing the shadow world to mundanes. Either way their world is gonna be changed forever.

The reckless thing Kit is gonna do might be what fully opens up the holes in the universe that Ty started w the ritual, so theyre both gonna be responsible for it and its gonna fulfill the First Heir prophecy

(PLEASE, I want this)

Also very much am hoping that Thule plays a big role- and I want to see Thule!Livvy again too.

Agree with pretty much every other prediction even though I am hoping against hope with the Ty POV and that CC won’t mess it up. *sigh*

sandersgrey:

I keep SAYING that kitty has all the elements for a cute lil romcom that also deals with escaping abuse and no it doesnt just come from my desire to see Ty help Kit down a window

- I just want them to meet in the Market and hit it off against all expectations in the crowd of people. I want Kit to help Ty bargain with the vendors and fall for the way Ty’s hands cant seem to stop moving.

- I want Ty to come back even after he doesnt need to, even when Julian and Emma tell him not to, because he needs to see Kit again. I want Kit to smile at him and lead him through the stalls so they can hang out, but still say Ty probably shouldnt come back again.

- I want Ty to come back anyway.

- I want Kit’s first act of rebellion against Johnny to be him sneaking out to see Ty outside of the Market, where there are no eyes on them. I want him to be nervous and afraid his dad’s stories are true, but still find his way to Ty. I want Ty to beam at him when they find each other

- I want Johnny to still love Kit in the few moments hes on screen, but for it to still clearly not be enough. I want Johnny to be barely present in fact. I want him to be more of a looming presence in Kit’s mind than an actual person

- Kit telling Ty about how Johnny doesnt let him go outside most days and Ty telling him that he deserves better. Ty mentioning Julian being too overprotective and Kit telling him that Tys the most capable person hes ever met

- “You deserve to get to see the sun every day.”

“I’d rather see you.”

- I want Kit and Ty to keep getting closer and for Livy to keep covering for them so they can meet. I want Dru to overhear them.

- I want Kit to forget his coat bc the Market is always a few degrees warmer so Ty lends him his hoodie, and I want Kit to forget to give it back. I want Johnny finding it.

- I want both families to eventually find out so it blows up on their faces. Ty gets mad. Kit is forced to retreat. Thats when Dru helps Ty sneak out, so they can go rescue Kit from a locked basement. I want this to be the moment Kit finds out about his mom

- I want him to decide to leave. Even before the Blackthorns get there. I want Kit to decide he wants nothing to do with his dad, so that when Ty knocks at his door, hes ready to go.

- I want them to burn down his house together so that Johnny never comes looking.

- They make it look like it’s Johnny’s fault. A toppled flammable ingredient, a teenager locked in the basement where there’s no hope of escaping: the conclusion seems clear. The fire is hot enough to turn bones to ash.

- Then I want Julian to apologize to Ty and to allow Kit to stay with them. Half the family seems to have already made up their minds, after all.

- Kit and Ty are sitting on the roof, watching the sunset together. They’ve done this often enough for it to have become comforting routine. Ty turns to smile at Kit’s relaxed expression.

- At the moment the stars come out, he leans in.

- Kit closes his eyes against the last rays of sunlight and kisses back.

Me, before 12/04/18: I wish time would just stop. Everything is going by so fast and there are so many things I want to do and not enough time.

Me, after 12/04/18: When will it be 2022? Time is going by so slowly. I want it to be 2022 already. What am I going to do until then?

if the wicked powers is anything like the last hours, then i don’t want it. i cant handle that much pain

Kit and Ty The Dark Artifices

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Kit had never been this close to a Shadowhunter. The boy had one hand on his glowing light—it wasn’t a flashlight or anything electronic; Kit knew magic when he saw it—and the other gripped a dagger whose point rested against Kit’s throat.

Kit had imagined before what he’d do if a Nephilim ever grabbed him. How he’d stomp on their feet, break their bones, snap their wrists, spit in their faces. He did none of those things, thought of none of those things. He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him.

He thought, “How beautiful.”

Lady Midnight - Cassandra Clare

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This is one of my favorite scenes of them ❤ I hope you enjoy this kitty fanart, my loves! @cassandraclare

Kit and Ty The Wicked Powers

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Just a fanart of these two being cute and adorable together ☺ I want kitty to be happy so bad it hurts @cassandraclare

Kit and Ty The Wicked Powers

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Okay, here’s a Kitty hug to make your day better ❤ I miss reading something about these two so much it’s unbearable… @cassandraclare

Kit and Ty The Wicked Powers

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Here’s the colored version of that Kitty kiss fanart I posted a while ago, I hope you like it! @cassandraclare

Kit and Ty The Wicked Powers

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Cassie, I hope you do these two justice in TWP, I love them too much… For now, I’m spoiling you with a fanart of a Kitty kiss @cassandraclare

Kit and Ty The Dark Artifices

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“It’s not your fault,” Kit said. Ty just shook his head, hard. Kit tried frantically to remember what he’d read online about meltdowns, because he was pretty sure Ty was on his way to having one. He dropped to his knees on the damp roof—was he supposed to touch Ty, or not touch him?

He could only imagine what it was like for Ty all the time: all the world rushing at him at once, blaring sounds and stabbing lights and nobody remembering to modulate their voices.

And to have all the ways you usually managed that ripped away by grief or fear, leaving you exposed as a Shadowhunter going into battle without their gear.

He remembered something about darkness, about pressure and weighted blankets and silence. Though he had no idea how he was going to get hold of any of those things up on top of a building.

“Tell me,” Kit said. Tell me what you need.

“Put your arms around me,” said Ty. His hands were pale blurs in the air, as if Kit were looking at a time-lapse photo. “Hold on to me.” - Lord of Shadows, TDA

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This is one of my favorite Kitty scenes EVER @cassandraclare

Kit and Ty The Wicked Powers

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“To never being parted,” Kit said, looking across the campfire at Ty.

Ty’s thin face was limned in light from the red-gold flames. “To never being parted,” he said, with a grave emphasis that made Kit shiver for reasons he did not understand.

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- Queen of air and darkness

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Lately I can’t stop thinking about Kitty, so here is a fanart of them, enjoy! @cassandraclare

Kit and Ty The Wicked Powers

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It’s been a month since the last time I posted and my life has been crazy! However, I found some time to make this quick fanart of my favorite boys because they’re 18 now… these kids grow up so fast CAN’T WAIT FOR THE WICKED POWERS!! I hope you like this, my loves! @cassandraclare