Multiple fandoms and feels coming to you at a rapid pace of reblogging.
Full of fluff for the lovely asteria-carstairs on the occasion of her birthday, happy birthday love!
Rating: Universal (haha)
Pairing: Wessa/Twill/Herongray
Music Inspiration: Bubbly - Colbie CaillatFeatures a snippet that I wrote for willsdragontattoo to pair with this graphic.
Clockwork Princess Spoilers Below
Dearest Will,
It’s been nearly fifty years since…well, since you’ve gone to that place where none can follow…Dearest Will,
It’s been nearly fifty years since…well, since you’ve gone to that place where none can follow.All the children are grown up now, a few have children of their…
I saw this picture omg I died! Perfect!!
Ablaze; - a wessa fanfic from the above fanart by cassandrajp.
Will Herondale could not recall how he had ended up in one of the Institute’s many spare rooms, along with Tessa. But he couldn’t say he regretted it, as he shut the door behind him. Her gray eyes met his, and all he knew was that he was ablaze with desperation, burning up with a passion that threatened to turn him into ashes.Will Herondale could not recall how he had ended up in one of the Institute’s many spare rooms, along with Tessa.
But he couldn’t say he regretted it, as he shut the door behind him. Her gray eyes met his, and all he knew was that he s ablaze with desperation, burning up with a passion that threatened to turn him into ashes.
“Tess,” he heard himself saying, his voice hoarse with excitement and uncertainty. He lightly gripped her delicate wrists, the sensation of her soft skin sending shivers up and down his spine.
And then his lips met hers, and all was over. For both of them, nothing mattered but this; the sweet taste of her mouth, her fingers in his hair, his hand wrapped around her waist.
At the back of his mind, a voice whispered that he shouldn’t be doing this, that Tessa was Jem’s, that he should not be doing this to his parabatai’s fiance.
But he pushed this voice down, and it was replaced by the sound of her voice, saying his name in a low voice, over and over, until he imagined that he could feel himself burn up with the tragedy of it all, to have everything he wanted in his hands and for her to slip through his fingers.
When it came to Tessa Gray, he was powerless, weak. She was his sweetest downfall, the one weakness he found himself loving. Every time their eyes met, he could never force himself to tear away, to push her from him. There were so many words he wished to say to her, but he could not, and he felt that each confession he had to force down was a new stab to his heart.
Her mouth opened under his, and he could taste her warm breath, could feel his fingers knotting in the so fabric of her dress, her brown curls gently brushing against his face.
He carefully moved her from the wall, half-lifting her, and led her to the four poster bed, not once breaking the contact of their lips.
She moaned softly as he set her down carefully on top of him on the sheets, rumpling them. She ran her fingertips along his jaw, and he could feel the sparks it sent to his core.
He had once thought himself strong, but under her touch, he was weak. He was nothing. And yet he enjoyed this powerlessness. How could he not, as his lips traced the line of her jawbone, as her fingers ran down his sides?
“Oh, Will,” she said softly as his lips met the hollow of her throat.
“Tess,” he said in return as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He kissed her lips again with renewed energy. She is all I need, he thought. And yet she has been taken from me. These moments, right now, are all I have.
The fabric of her dress slid up, baring her thighs as they pressed against his sides. She gasped against his mouth, her hands in his hair.
“Tessa!” a voice called out. Female, slightly bossy. Charlotte.
“By the Angel,” Tessa murmured, drawing back. She scrambled off him. “Will-“
He closed his eyes. It had felt like heaven, but it had hurt, having her close but knowing she would never be his. “Just go, Tessa,” he said, breathing heavily. “Please.”
He didn’t watch her leave. He only heard the click of the door as it shut behind her.
Everything, he thought. I have lost everything.
Art by Cassandra Jean
It is the master of feels. I have never ever ever never ever cried so much over so many characters, its great. Just looking at this made me cry. Then my brother came into my room and I’m like “I’m fine really I’m fine” *laughs historically* then he walks away and I continue to cry in my own little world.
People in the real world will never understand our tears for our beloved characters. They’re missin’ out bro.
Wessa + cassandrajp drawings
Friendly reminder that Tessa and Will had sad sex right after they realize that Jem was dead.
Steamy Wessa
This reminds me of Will confessing his love for Tessa in ‘Clockwork Prince’ .
Wessa smut is about Jace’s great great great grandparents. This makes me forever hope that Jace stumbles upon some.
