my lady, the tiger

The high school AU sounds amazing! I can't help but feel sorry for the janitors that have to clean all the glitter left behind from Magnus's dance nights. Do you think (not that you're writing it, but the imagination is strong) that it'd stay Wessa or tip more into herongraystairs territory? The students can never figure out which of them are just friends and which of them are dating XD

While in the concept stage it was going in Wessa directions… yeah, well, everything I write that includes these three has OT3 leanings at the very least. I have a Jessa moments in my goddamn Wessa wedding night smut fic. 

So yeah. I could see this becoming that. 

Will and Jem getting their students in on prank wars against each other. “We’re going to go up to the English department and steal all the teacher’s chairs.” and “We’re going to go down to the music room and replace their sheet music with copies of whatever poem we are reading.”

And Will and Tessa spending every prep period shut up in the office. 

And Tessa’s philosophy class - the little one - gets shunted out of its regular classroom for repairs and told to use the band room which is actually in use during that period so she ends up teaching in a practice room and then loitering around and hanging out with Jem. 

And yeah, the students shipping them and getting into arguments because “Herondale and Gray are definitely making out in that office,” but also, “Gray and Carstairs bring each other coffee every morning that definitely means something.” 

If Will and Tessa weren't in love they'd be the ultimate brotp. I mean, they are an excellent couple but imagine them as best friends.

So, my first reaction to this question was, “But they are best friends, Nonny! That’s why their relationship is so amazing.”

Immediately following that, I thought “Also, Jem is Will’s BFF. By the time Will meets Tessa, there’s no room in his heart for a platonic best friend because Jem is literally the other half of his soul.”

And then I asked myself, “Self, what would upagainstabookcase say in response to this question?” and this is what happened:

So what if Will and Jem never met? What Edmund Herondale’s gambling problems got out of hand (really out of hand) early on and the Herondale’s lost Linetter’s property in Wales and they had to immigrate to the U.S. to start over?

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Punk Tessa is my new queen. Tank you

nifeandaccurateprophefies replied to your post “Have you tried hitting it repeatedly”

I couldn’t shake the idea of her. Tessa is such a good girl until she’s not. 

Some general headcanons for this character because I love her so much

Have you tried hitting it repeatedly

“Have you tried hitting it repeatedly?” the girl asked.

Will looked up from the ereader already glaring. He had been fussing with it, fighting with the buttons and nothing was making the screen unfreeze. The girl sat at the next table over, facing him. She had her foot up on the chair across from her. Heavy black boots, a pair of shorts that showed off a pair of legs that distracted Will’s gaze. She raised her eyebrows at him and he realized he had been leering. He hadn’t mean to leer but the remains of her shirt slipped off her shoulder and her dark brown hair was twisted back from her face in a messy bun. Between the dilapidated jacket and the blue streaks in her hair and the entire ensemble left him star struck for a moment. She did not belong in a place like this.

“No,” he said.

“I’ve heard that’s quite effective,” she said.

“I am not going to smash my kindle,” he said.

“Not smash, hit, they’re very different. Here,” she said and she held out a hand. She leaned out across the tables between them and against his better judgement Will got up and sat down across from her and put the device in her hand. She smirked at him. Beneath the eyeliner and the leather, she was younger than he had thought, even younger than he was.

She tapped at his little device, doing things he couldn’t see and watching him over it with eyes that might have been blue and might have been gray and were full of mischief. She handed it back a moment later. He realized he had been watching her face and she hadn’t broken eye contact.

“Are you a student here?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “Are you?”

“No,” he admitted.

“So we’re both trespassers then,” she said.

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Tessa smiled; Jem and Will continued their conversation, completely oblivious to her ghost.

[I know it is against the rules of the meme but I’m going to adjust the pov on this for angst reasons. Set after the automaton explosion in Clockwork Prince].

Jem dropped down into the chair beside his bed. He was haggared, looking infinitely older than Will had ever seen him. He was battleworn and his hair a nest of silver like he had been running his hands through it. There was blood on his face. Just a smear on his cheek. Will blinked at him with bleary eyes. He was waiting on Silent Brothers to come and pull metal shards out of his back so the oratzes would work. He swam in a haze of pain and bloodloss.

Tessa was there behind Jem’s shoulder and he had to force down the urge to smile at her. He’d caught her as the automaton had exploded, had pulled her down and tried to keep the worst of it away from her. She was already up and walking around, still wearing the ripped and bloodsoaked suit of boy’s clothing. She had been so still before he’d passed out, he had worried.

Jem was talking but Will could clear his thoughts enough to listen and then everything was dark.

Will found a note from Magnus when he woke up and he looked up and down the empty infirmary before he opened it. His heart skittered and he stood before asking himself if he was strong enough for it. He wasn’t. He sat back down the feverish heat of the iratzes making his skin prickle.

It was getting colder. He blinked open his eyes and Tessa was sitting on the bed opposite him. She hadn’t changed her clothes and her hair was loose. He couldn’t hold her in focus. Perhaps he needed to see Magnus tomorrow. Perhaps he was too weak.

She reached for him but her hand stopped shy of touching his face. When he blinked he must have lost consciousness for longer than a moment because she was gone and his fever was climbing again.

He lay back down.

Sophie woke him with food and a serious face. She hadn’t slept well and he wanted desperately to ask her what was wrong but that would be more concern than he could safely show. He took a piece of food off the tray and ate it without checking to see what it was. He was starving and he fell on the food.

Tessa followed Sophie in and she must have left a door open because a draft followed her. She was still in the jacket and the pants that showed off far more of her legs than he’d ever allowed himself to imagine seeing. She was still bloody and bedraggled.

“You need to change, that ensemble is dreadful,” he said. Her expression was somehow serene and puzzled all at once but she said nothing. Sophie sighed in annoyance and stomped away. Will watched her go without bothering to explain or apologize and when he looked back Tessa had slipped away too. Probably offended by his rudeness. That was probably for the best. He sighed to the empty room.

Will had left the tray and gone down to wash and change and check himself for new scars. He shoved his door open already planning his trip to see Magnus. He stopped in the door. Jem sat in the middle of his bed with his feet crossed and a book held in his hands. Will started to say something saecastic but Jem’s expression was empty.

“What happened?” Will asked in a voice he didn’t use for anyone else. Jem’s expression creased into a frown and then emptied out again. He held the book flat between his palms, pressed together like in prayer or supplication.

“You don’t know,” Jem said.

Jem shivered and Will saw her fade in over his shoulder. He didn’t seem to notice the change in temperature.

She had been too still.

There had been too much blood.

He’d known that but he’d seen her so he hadn’t thought to worry.

The impression of a tattered girl over Jem’s shoulder wavered. She wavered but Will could see the shadow on her side where thw wound was. Then she disappeared.

Vanished into the air like a figment of his imagination. No, like a ghost.

“She didn’t survive it,” Will said and his voice had as much expression as Jem’s face.

“I know you won’t care or you’ll pretend you don’t care but William, I care,” Jem said with a sharp note of warning in his voice. Will didn’t say a word. He looked at the book between Jem’s hands, A Tale of Two Cities. Tessa was probably reading it. Had been. She had been reading it, he corrected.

“I care,” Will breathed out falling backwards into the bed and closing his eyes though he could feel Jem’s attention on him. He ignored it. He was cursed but he had thought he could protect people from it. He was a child. Naive and careless and dangerously stupid. He let out a shaking breath and pulled in another and pretended that neither of them were a sob. Jem lay back so their shoulders touched but he was silent too.

He felt the chill and opened his eyes to catch sight of her frowning but solid. She blurred at the edges like she was painted in watercolours but her features were defined. The colours were indistinct but his memory filled in the blue gray of her eyes and the colour of her skin.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Not everything is your fault, William,” Jem said and Tessa looked at him but Will knew he wouldn’t see her. Her expression was all agreement but they were both wrong.

She had loved him.

He had killed her.

All who love you will die.