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boxes of clementines | w. herondale

will herondale x fem reader, no mention of shadowhunter stuff, established relationship, husband!will, fluff!!!! so much fluff!!!!, cross posted on ao3 under @/kvohru

‘There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.’ — Alessia Di Cesare, The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines

Despite it being a December morning, it was surprisingly warm in your home— for a wintry London day's standards, that is. The sun was up, for one thing, its delicate rays filtering through the clouds and into your kitchen.

Perhaps it's the fact that you live in the countryside? you thought idly as you put away your groceries. Maybe that's why it was sunnier today? Well, regardless, your warm friend was still a welcome guest any day.

Seeing as how it was the weekend today, neither you nor Will had work, so you took it as a chance to get caught up on some housekeeping chores like groceries and such. Well, you had been out getting groceries while Will—who was set to return by the afternoon—was out doing… other things. (He was out replacing something or the other, you weren't quite focusing when he had told you about it the other day.)

And so you went on, adopting a tranquil rhythm, sorting boxes into cupboards and washing all the fresh produce you'd bought. Apples, strawberries and cucumbers were left to soak in the sink while the boxes of clementines were left on the kitchen counters.

You let out a contented sigh. It was a good morning.

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It was well past the afternoon when Will was walking up the stone walkway to the quaint countryside home. In fact, the sun was already starting to set by then, the pale blue sky quickly turning a warm orange instead.

He trudged up the steps to the front porch, adjusting the large bouquet in his hands; a brilliant arrangement of flowers that he didn't think twice about buying when he passed by that florist he often frequented for you.

He shifted the bags he was carrying along with said bouquet to his other arm, freeing up his right to dig into his coat pocket for the keys. “Cariad?” he called as he walked in, toeing his shoes off and placing them neatly beside the door.

It was a few seconds before your reply, which came in form of a Hm?, could be heard. He set all the bags down. A few more seconds where he could hear your feet padding across the wooden floors before you finally, finally, came into view.

“Will!” After all these years, you still had a way of seeming utterly excited when seeing him. I mean, he could practically see the almost cartoonish glimmer in your eyes from across the room.

“Hey, darling,” he greeted gently, his whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of you. It was as if simply being around you worked all the knots from his shoulders and eased all his muscles.

The smile wholly transformed your face at the sound of the term of endearment, the corners of your eyes crinkling adorably and your lips splitting instantly into a wide smile.

The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, the slanting rays giving a warm orange tinge to the earth, the sky and everything in between.

Your eyes finally left his face and travelled down to his body, where you finally spotted the bouquet balanced on his elbow. He had thought it'd be the first thing you'd notice when he walked in, seeing as how it was almost as big as his torso, but you hadn't.

You'd been too transfixed on his face, on him, to notice anything else.

Your face instantly softened, an almost infinitesimal shift in your expression that would've been impossible to notice if it were anyone else looking at you. But Will noticed. He always did.

It was like it was happening in slow motion, that change in your expression. From the previous childlike joy at seeing your husband to the look of pure, unadulterated love in your eyes.

“Oh, darling,” you breathed, almost to yourself, as you walked closer. You gingerly plucked the bouquet out of his arm, instantly pulling it up to your face to smell it. It really was a gorgeous arrangement; from the roses to the carnations to the peonies, and the tiny pieces of baby's breath sprinkled throughout.

And the part that made it all the more precious to you was that you knew Will had taken time out of his day to put it together. You knew it wasn't prearranged, and the image of your husband standing at the florist and meticulously putting together an assortment of flowers for you warmed your heart to an immeasurable degree.

“Will,” you breathed again, and… were you getting teary-eyed? You looked up at him, and yep, those were definitely tears lining your waterline. He couldn't help the corner of his mouth lifting at the sight. “They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”

You were gushing your praises and gratitude now, and it wouldn't be long before—

“Wait,” you mumbled, a look of realisation (which looked more like horror than anything) falling over your face. You whipped your head around, your ponytail smacking him in the chest from the force of the motion.

He barely contained his amused scoff. You were and would always be incredibly and adorably predictable. Not to mention incredibly easy to read, too.

“No occasion,” he said, interrupting your Oh No Did I Miss An Important Date?™ scanning-over-the-calendar routine. You let out an audible sigh of relief, your whole body slumping forward with the motion, and this time Will couldn't hold back the smug grin.

You set the bouquet down and looked at him, suspicious despite your relief. He could practically hear the question in your gaze (refer back to what I said about you being incredibly easy to read), and he was sure it went something like this: A bouquet this big for no reason?

He sighed dramatically and leaned closer, his voice taking on that classic teasing lilt of his, “What? Can't a man surprise his wife with flowers in peace?”

“But why?” you insisted quietly. Clearly, you were incredibly worried you'd somehow forgotten about an important date. Because what if you had and Will, being the ever so gracious (debatable) man that he was, didn't want to embarrass you by reminding you?

“Just because.”

“But it's so big.” Your worried gaze met his, and his grin split even wider.

“Not the only big thing I can—”

You smacked him lightly on the arm to shut him up. “Come on!” he complained, forever the melodramatic man that he was, “You practically walked into that one!”

You rolled your eyes, but the gesture held absolutely no heat, especially not when you were smiling despite yourself. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, and hoping he could sense the extent of your gratitude in that kiss.

“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly between kisses, the teasing leaving his voice entirely and being replaced by an insurmountable amount of love.

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A while later, after he had changed and joined you back in the kitchen, the two of you could be found sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a clementine.

The Herondale siblings {1903}

(From @cassandraclare upcoming series the last hours)

Mad, Bad and Dangerously Dapper {Anna is from @cassandraclare series the last hours}

The eccentric scientist / shadowhunter

{Christopher Lightwood from @cassandraclare series The last hours}

Heavenly fire courses through her veins

True nephilim Emma Carstairs from @cassandraclare series The Dark Artifices

This scene was breath taking and i forgot that i drew this a while back

Tessa and Will dancing

(Quick sketch)

Tessa and Baby James

(Or Mina if you want)

Will Herondale, my favorite Welsh man! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

London, 2009, so a year after the events of City of Heavenly Fire. There are some clues in here for Dark Artifices and even for Shadowhunter Academy, so if you hate spoilers, avoid!

A lot of people have asked if Will is “really there” or is a ghost. I never thought of Will ever haunting the world after his death. He had a good life and a good death and has no reason to hang around. There’s an implication in the comic that this is Will’s “one trip” from the afterlife, but an equal implication, I think, that he’s not there at all, and is just a figment of the imaginations of those who so badly want to see him.

You can decide what you want to believe. :)

* Art by Cassandra Jean of course!

Well it's late and my brain is asking a question and now I can't sleep without having the answer so I need your opinion for you if Emma and Cordelia would have been at the same time for you Cortana would have chosen which one two to be its carrier?

Am I the only one who would have liked to see basic characters who are in families other than The Herondales, Fairchild, Lightwood, Carstairs, Blackthorn?

I warn you, I love his families but I wanted to know more about the other Shadowhunters families because for me it could have been interesting to know more about the other families

on a bit of the same thing am I the only one who wanted to see more weapons created by Wayland the Blacksmith often used by the main characters

because the only weapon made by Wayland the Blacksmith that we have often seen used by the characters are Cortana and Phaesphoros and Heosphoros

hello I had a question, for you, is it possible for a shadowhunter to have dysphasia and multi-dys?

(Because I'm writing a Parabatai Jonathan Morgenstrern fanfiction)

Ok now I must admit that the poll "For you, is it possible for a Shadowhunter to have dysphasia and multidys ?" is such that when I ask a question for this poll, I would not have people insulting me for having said that there could be dys shadowhunters

now the real question that interests me

Do you think dysphasia shadowhunters use the language rune to be understood when they are young ?

BE CAREFUL I EXPLAIN MYSELF : I have dysphasia and when I was little when I spoke it was for other people as if I was speaking another language and no one understood me whereas for me the words or the sentence were normal but now I am understood even if there are still some difficulties

I hope I explained the question well and why I ask it

(thank you for answering the survey it's for a parabatai fanfiction Jonathan)

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

English: Me: What is Jesse's age at the start of the last hours? My friend: I don't know but he's probably 17 because like Lucie is 16 and he's flirting with her We who go to the wiki to find out his age in the last few hours and discover that he is between 24/25 years old while Lucie is between 16/17 years old: My friend:Ok but since he died at 17 then it’s okay Me:He continued to live 7 years like a ghost so he lived 25 years but he flirts with a 16/17 year old girl

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French:

Moi:Quel est l'âge de Jesse au début les dernières heures ? Mon amie:Je ne sais pas mais il a surement 17 ans comme Lucie a 16 ans et qu'il la drague Nous qui allons sur le wiki pour connaître son âge dans les dernières heures et qu'on découvre qu'il a entre 24/25 ans alors que Lucie a entre 16/17 ans : Mon amie:Ok mais comme il est mort à 17 ans, ça passe Moi:Il a continué à vivre 7 ans comme un fantôme donc il a vécu 25 ans mais il drague une fille de 16/17 ans

Hi I had a question for you, if Jonathan/Sebastian wasn't evil because of his demon blood for you? he would have had magical powers and would have been immortal like Tessa (half warlock and half shadowhunters) or he would have been like James and Lucie, a shadowhunters with a capacity

Am I the only one who hopes Dru won't be a swordswoman? because as all the main female characters (except Tessa) are swordswoman, it's a bit boring in the long run

the fact Will and Jem only knew each other for 6 years, and were parabatai for even less, before they were separated and yet their bond was so strong that it inspired multiple different parabatai pairs is so