sophie x gideon

So my sister got a new phone case...

Gideon Lightwood and Sophie Collins

Everyone always goes on about the major ships of CC novels like Clace, Malec, Sizzy, Tessa/Jem and Tessa/Will. But man my favorite couple by far was Gideon and Sophie, I mean I understand why they weren’t able to shine as well compared to Tessa and Will or Tessa and Jem, but I mean their relationship was such a cliche, it was cute. It was a typical meet, a typical courtship that made me so happy to be able to read about. It was just so pure and loving. They just made me so happy. Forever my favorite ship. 


Super Fabulous YA Lit Meme: [2/5] Protagonists
•Sophie Collins (The Infernal Devices Series)•

“It’s all right to love someone who doesn’t love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”


get to know me meme
[1/10] relationships: sophie & gideon (the infernal devices)

“Please forgive me for the trick I played on you with the scones. I did not mean to show you disrespect. I hope you do not imagine I think any less of you for your position in the household, for you are one of the finest and bravest ladies I have ever had the pleasure of knowing”

Sophie and Gideon.

Sophie stood in front of the mirror. Dressed only in her nightdress, her dark hair tumbled down in an unruly wave to rest against her chest. She studied herself, letting her hazel eyes brush against each of her features, lingering particularly on the serrated gash across her cheek.

Once upon a time, Sophie could stand in front of the mirror and admire herself. She once had smooth, slightly freckled skin that no matter how much time she spent in the kitchen, did not seem to blemish. It was something that she cherished, the one thing that made her feel like she was worth something.

Memories of the days when her scar was still a fresh, hot welt that burned against her face were filled with a longing sadness - the mourning of her lost hope. With her scar, all hope of finding a man who would love her despite her position vanished. It was a sign, she felt, to everyone around her of her worth. To her, it was a reminder of what she truly was; nothing more than a scullery maid. Someone of such a lowly level did not deserve the beauty that was bestowed upon her.

There were days where she would spend long minutes staring at herself, not out of vanity but out of desperation. She would will her face to heal itself with all of her heart, only to be disappointed when the barbed mark remained. It was then that she thought no man could ever truly love her, despite of her class.

However, her theory became flawed.

First, it had been Jem. With his soft-hearted smiles and shining eyes, his kindness warmed parts of Sophie’s soul that she had not realized existed. He was the one to make her understand that her scar was, in fact, a blessing; no longer could men take advantage of her pure beauty. At first, she suspected that his kindness might be out of empathy. A boy who was dying, no matter how handsome, may allow himself to love someone just as ruined as he.

But then she grew to understand that Jem’s nature was one that shone kindness on everyone, and that nature would not feel towards her the way she did him. It was not something easily accepted, but she did not mind loving someone who deserved all the love in the world, no matter how they felt about her.

Then there was Gideon. Strong, silent and statuesque Gideon. He crept up on her the way one might slowly earn the trust of a once abused animal. She had been unwelcoming at first - the impression of his father and brother had tainted her perspective and clouded her judgement. But, as she began to catch his secret glances and guilty stares, something within her warmed. Perhaps, she thought, there was a possibility for someone like Gideon to see past her damages.

Just as she raised her hand to touch her scar, there was a soft knocking at her open door. She swung around, suddenly self-conscious in her nightdress, to see Gideon.

“What are you doing?” He waited, as a gentleman should, in the doorway studying with a softness Sophie was still adjusting to.

Her hand dropped guiltily from her face. “I couldn’t sleep,” she replied. Another soft smile widened Gideon’s lips. “Would you like to come in?”

Sophie was horribly aware of how forward her invitation could seem. Suddenly, her lace nightdress seemed too revealing for comfort. She could feel the burning flush creep up her neck and seep into her cheeks.

With a quick glance into the hallway, Gideon stepped into the room and strode towards her. He moved in a such a sweet-tempered manner that all of her self-consciousness began to slip away. He stopped in front of her, his green eyes peering down into hers.

“Why are you awake?” she asked, forcing her voice not to stammer. There was still a small gap between them but Sophie could almost feel the air between them. Thick, tense and begging to be broken. She willed her feet to remain rooted to the floor.

There was a moment before he answered in which his eyes searched her face carefully.

“I had a pleasant dream,” he finally replied, “and I had to see if it were real.”

From any other man, his words would have seem rehearsed and insincere. From any other man, she would have dismissed them with a sharp retort and a dismissal from her chamber. But, in his voice there was a slight waver, as if he found himself surprised by her presence.

Her feet were obedient. She could not move, she could barely breathe. Broad and tall; to most, Gideon would seem merely intimidating. To Sophie, she often found it hard to function.

When she did not answer, he said her name a single time.


Although it was as plain as a white slip of parchment, hearing it from his lips made it sound like a symphony. His hand, wary and slightly shaking, rose to barely brush the line of her jagged scar. She flinched only slightly.

“You are…” His voice trailed off, his silence meeting her speechlessness. She no longer felt in control of her own body. It was as that crackle of tension in the space between them had finally had enough, and there a magnetic pull that she could not fight against.

In a jerked, clumsy maneuver, Sophie found her lips attached to his. They froze together, both startled. Each of them could feel the soft, sweet breath of one another against their skin, but neither of them could build the courage to break the moment.

Slowly, Gideon thawed against her. His hand still cupped her cheek, and somewhere along the way, her hands had curled themselves against his dressing gown. As light and smooth as a silk blanket, Gideon’s lips began to caress against her own. Her body responded instinctively, pressing her chest against his without any real instruction. The kiss was gentle, but burdened, as if their walls were about to crumble and allow a flood of passion and need throw them into a collision.

Sophie could feel her breath catching in her throat, a sensation that almost sent her hands clawing against her skin. She stumbled back from him, eyes wide. Blood pounded in her ears, in her temples, in a disorientating way. Once again, her voice was lost.

Gideon stared at her, his features pulled into a heartbreaking expression. After a few moments, he let his head bow. “My apologies, Sophie. I-I.. should not have…”

Protests screamed in the back of her throat, begging to be aired but her tongue would not move. Instead, she remained as a statue, her face a painting of shock.

He cleared his throat, a sound thick with regret. “I shall go.”

Without another glance nor word, Gideon swung around and disappeared out of Sophie’s open door. The moment he was gone, her body went slack and her feet finally decided to co-operate. She stumbled feebly towards her bed, sinking down into it like an anchor into the sea. Her body was just as heavy as the thoughts on her mind.

If she could not sleep before, there was no chance of slumber now.


Ships I Ship: Cassandra Clare’s TMI/TID/TDA *So ready for The Dark Artifices to come out.

  • Gideon: You said that being a Shadowhunter was all you ever wanted. Why is that? It can be a brutal life.
  • Sophie: All life can be brutal, my life before I came to the Institute was hardly sweet. I suppose in part I wish to be a Shadowhunter so that if another man ever comes at me with a knife in his hand, as my former employer did, I can kill him where he stands.
  • Gideon: I did not know that was how you had been scarred.
  • Sophie: Now you will say that it is not so ugly, or that you do not even see it, or something like that.
  • Gideon: I see it, I am not blind, and we are a people of many scars. I see it, but it is not ugly. It is just another beautiful part of the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

ya lit meme: [19/30] favorite book or series •The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare• “Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.”


Super Fabulous YA Lit Meme: [5/9] Siblings/Families •Gideon and Gabriel Lightwood• (The Infernal Devices Series) “I expect nothing. But the fact that you believe I should shows that our family brought us up to believe that we should do right only if some reward was the result.”