emmacordeliacarstairs sent this prompt on Tumblr: Hi love! I was wondering if you could write some blackstairs (jemma, especifically). Maybe set after QoAaD when they're together and happy and married and having babies and being even more badasss; or a human AU WHERE THEY CAN ACTUALLY BE NORMAL TEENAGERS IN LOVE or a soulmates AU because I'm also a sucker for those ? really, whatever you like! Thanks3

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It had been several years since those horrific events with Malcolm Fade, Annabel and the Black Volume of the Dead. The only light that came from the whole event was that somehow Jules had found a way to end his parabatai bond with Emma, without breaking every other parabatai bond. He didn't say how, all Emma knew was that her rune, and Jules's had, but no one elses' had. Of course their had been questions but Jules was the sort of person who always had answers.

As they were no longer parabatai, they could form a romantic relationship without the fear of one (or both) of them going mad because of it's curse. The rest of the L.A Institute didn't question this turn of events because they just saw a very happy Emma and Jules, and that in turn made them happy. Mark and Cristina, who had known more than the rest of them, were just relieved that they could have what they wanted, without hurting anyone.

They had been twenty when Jules had finally asked Emma to marry him. He'd actually wanted to do it earlier but he wanted it to be perfect, so had spent ages planning (then deciding he didn't like the idea so started again) on how to do it just right. When the day itself came he was a nervous wreck, but that hadn't lasted. The moment Emma had said 'yes' he had been filled with a happiness that hadn't gone away. The wedding itself had been a blur of gold, friends, family and moments that ought to stay in the privacy of closed doors.

Since then, they found themselves in a little bubble of domestic bliss. Jules was able to work from home, as he worked for the Clave (which had taken a lot of persuasion) to paint portraits and murals of famous Shadowhunters and events. Emma, when she wasn't fighting Demons, was helping Diana to train new Shadowhunters She'd had to give that up when she had fallen pregnant. They hadn't known the gender of the baby until Emma had given birth to a little boy, whom they had named Joseph Arthur Blackthorn. Cristina had demanded that she be named Godmother, and of course that had been granted.

Emma had thought she could never love another boy with the same love she had for Jules, but Joseph had come along and had proven her completely wrong. She was absolutely smitten with the child, and had promised to cause harm to anyone who threatened her little boy. He was the exact copy of his father, the the same brown, curly hair and blue/green eyes, and had also gained his fathers love for painting. Emma would often find her boys painting some kind of masterpiece. She often question where the majority of the paint had gone - the actual art or Jules and Joseph. This just resulted in a very giggly child (who would, for good measure end up putting yet more paint on his father. He was lucky his father loved him so much).

When Joseph was two and a half, Emma fell pregnant with twins. There had been a period after they had found out in which Jules had withdrawn into himself, remembering a twin whom he had been unable to save. It had been Ty who had brought Jules out of his misery by saying Livvy wouldn't have wanted Jules to be sad, and that she would want Jules to love them with everything he then, Jules's excitement, along with Emma's had grown.

Emma had given birth to twin girls, they had decided to call Olivia Eleanor and Eliza Cordelia. Both girls had taken after their mother with such a force it was scary. They were often coming out with sarcastic comments and would spend hours in the training room. Olivia had inherited her fathers cooking ability, so if one, or both, of the twins had gone too far with either training or sarcasm, and someone had gotten hurt, she was the one to offer some kind of baked treat (pancakes had firmly remained Jules's thing) by way of an apology.

So despite all the horrors that had happened to them years before, all the hurt, pain and suffering that they had put through, Life now seemed to smiling at Julian and Emma Blackthorn. They were happily married, with three beautiful children who gave them so many reasons to be proud of them and to keep falling in love. Things were good and they were going to keep fighting hard to keep things that way.