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A Fool's Errand

A Henry & Matthew ficlet for @zullyluly who requested the prompt "Come home"

I know it was under "general prompts", and is technically dialogue, but it became a bit more on the angsty side ... I hope you like it! 🙈

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When Matthew opens the cellar door, he’s hit with a billow of smoke and the sound of coughing. He stumbles back, covering his mouth, and does his best to waft away the putrid clouds.

“LOTTIE!!!” a voice bellows from below. “WOULD YOU GRAB THE WITCHLIGHT?”

Matthew rolls his eyes and makes his way down the stairs. The smoke is still thick and permeates throughout the lab. Matthew squints his eyes to see through the smog and covers his mouth with a handkerchief. He can still hear his father coughing as he fumbles his way around the lab, searching for the window. Instead, his thigh meets the corner of a table.

“Damn!” he curses.

“Lottie?” his father calls out from somewhere “is that you?” There’s a small thud followed by shuffling noises. “Blast,” Henry grumbles, “It’s on the table somewhere.”

Matthew’s hand finds the wall of the cellar, the stone cool to the touch. Standing on his tiptoes, he reaches up and finds the latch to the window, opening it.

As the smoke clears, Matthew can see the glow of the witchlight from across the room. He watches his Father waft the remaining rings of smoke from around his head. He blinks rapidly, getting his bearings.

“Oh.” Henry gasps “Matthew. When did you get here?”

“Not long ago.” Matthew shrugs, smoothing out the wrinkles in his vest.

Silence hangs between them. Tension left unresolved from the last time they’d spoken.

“So,” Henry clears his throat. “You, are you settling in, then?”

“Yes.”

“Is it very far from here? The flat?”

Far enough, Matthew thinks. “I just came to grab a few books I’d forgotten, then I’ll be on my way.”

Hurt flickers past Henry’s eyes, and Matthew has to turn away. “What were you working on?” He asks, moving around to the other side of the table.

“Ah!” Henry exclaims, a new light in his voice. “well I have been trying to test a new theory of mine using this formula…”

As Henry dives into his dissertation, Matthew falls into old habits. His father’s words drowning out as he watches the light reflect off the surface of his rings. The tiny rainbow prisms providing more comfort and entertainment than the scientific jargon. He could use a drink.

“That’s what’s got me cross. What do you think?”

Matthew blinks, startled, coming back to himself. He looks up at his Father, “Uh” he looks down at the paper in front of him. The letters and symbols merge on the page. “Whatever you think is best,” he says. “You know I’ve never taken much to tinkering. Don’t have the mind for it. Never was as smart as you.”

“Matthew…” Henry starts.

“I can ask Christopher to stop by.” Matthew interrupts, turning towards the stairs “He’s helped you before. I’m sure the two of you can make sense of it.”

“Where are you off to?”

“I’m meeting Jamie.”

“Where?”

“By the hat shop.”

“Which hat shop?

“The one on the corner.”

“The corner of—

“I’m not going to a bar!” Matthew snaps.

The side of Henry’s face twitches, and there’s a look in his eye. But Matthew can’t tell what it is. Pity? Guilt? It makes Matthew’s skin crawl. He just wants to leave.

“I should go,” he mutters, heading for the stairs. “Jamie will be waiting.”

“Matthew, wait.”

Matthew stops just shy of the bottom step and waits.

Seconds pass. Bile churns in Matthew’s stomach. He doesn’t dare turn around, afraid of the wave of emotion behind him. It’s too much. He should have just asked Christopher to pick up the books the next time he was here.

Finally, Henry speaks, his voice soft and sad. “Take care of yourself.”

Matthew feels sick. “Your goggles are in the desk draw. They’ll help… with the smoke.” He barely hears his Father’s thank you before he’s up the stairs, abandoning the books he’d come for, and heading straight for the carriage.

Why had he’d come? What was he hoping for, using a lousy excuse of forgotten books? He grips the flask in his jacket pocket, leaning his head against the window frame. “You’re a fool, Matthew,” he chuckles to himself as the carriage rides past the gate. As if his Father would ever ask his waste-of-a-son to come home.

TSC characters as things my friends/family have said

- Alec *to Jace*: Sure, sounds like a good idea.

- Alec: I’m kidding, obviously.

Emma: Look, you don’t have to resign right away just because your boss is an asshole. You could start out by puncturing his tires.

Mark: A bite of wine sounds great. Right along with a sip of cheese.

Dru: No, leave this pancake, it isn‘t well. It has… encephalitis.

- Will: I need this for my future.

- Gabriel: You don’t have a future.

James: I just gotta stare at the ceiling for a bit. See you later.

Kit: “Lmao”, “bruh”, both better than “lol”.

- Catarina *to Magnus and Ragnor*: It’s all well as long as the two of you are having fun together.

- Ragnor: I’m not.

Grace *playing with a molecular model kit*: Oh no, what did I do! A cyclic dimer.

Jem *about Church*: In reality he is so disgustingly adorable that you can’t properly capture it in a photograph.

- Henry: Guys! Can someone tell me where the skull went??

- Charlotte: I don’t know where the skull went! You were already wondering about that last year.

"You'd be a good father, you know.”

 “Me? A father?” Magnus gave a half laugh, sounding both incredulous and a little startled “Somehow I don’t think that would go very well.”

“I disagree” Henry responded, successfully fitting a second mitten on his son’s hand.    “You’re a very kind person.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think- Well,” Magnus sighed, then shook his head “Besides the destruction I would wrought on an impressionable young mind, warlocks can’t have children. You know that, Henry.”

Henry held up a finger, pausing the conversation to address the toddler in his lap.

“Matthew, you must keep your mitten’s on when we are outside. Will you do that?” He received an earnest nod of confirmation from his little boy. “That’s a good boy.” 

Henry pressed a kiss to Matthew’s forehead, before setting him down and sending him off with a pat on the head. 

“You know, Magnus, you needn’t conceive a child to be their father,” Henry continued addressing his friend once again “And for what it’s worth, I think you would make an exceptional parent.”

Magnus opened his mouth to respond, but found himself robbed of the chance by the delighted high pitched shrieking of a child who seemed to have deemed the majority of his clothing overly restrictive; and he was now running amok, minus his jacket, shirt, hat, and shoes. Although, Magnus observed, to the child's credit, Matthew was still wearing his mittens.

- Snippet of Magnus Bane centric WIP

my brother is creating characters for a roleplay and I got him to call the withdrawn bug obsessed guy Ty and the steampunk dude Branwell as a last name, I feel like I just won at a game or sth

Henry: What’s your favorite color? 

Will: Oh come on that's such a boring question. Just ask me something interesting for once.

Henry: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? 

Will: 

Henry:

Will: Blue. My favorite color is blue.

Also Anna “Queen of my heart, love of my life” Lightwood and Isabelle “Queen of the Universe, Badass Supreme” Lightwood would meet and the world couldn’t take the pure awesomeness that would come from it.

Reasons Time Travel Should Exist In TSC:

Every single reason imaginable??

Will, Jem, and Tessa??

Raphael meeting Max and Rafe??

ALL THE REASONS

Reasons Time Travel Doesn’t Exist In TSC:

Christopher “Sets fire to everything” Lightwood and Tiberius “Pyromania interests me” Blackthorn meeting would cause the world to end

Choose Which TSC Group to Hangout With

Clace, Malec, Sizzy

Tessa, Jem, Will, Sophie, Gideon 

Cecily, Gabriel, Charlotte, Henry

Jordelia + Heronchild

Thieves + Lucie + Cordelia

Thomastair + Arianna + Christopher

Jemma, Kiertinark 

Kitty + Livvy

Carstairs fam (Jem, Tessa, Mina, Kit)

Malec + Haline (w/ Max and Rafe)

James: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!

Matthew: A bad person, most of the time.

James: Bro...do you want to talk?

Hello I had a question “can we steal Jessamine’s parasol? and if so will Jessamine stay at the London institute” because my friend thinks «yes we can steal her parasol and she will stay at the London institute because Jessamine's ghost is not attached to the shadow but to her doll's house because she had broken her first parasol and her current parasol, she had not yet had a strong enough line to be attached to the parasol»

thank you for answering it's for fanfiction