#mage wedding

[colddeadqueer]

Six-Sentence Sunday

They Get Married. Ch 7: The Merging

This is from the chapter of They Get Married I posted yesterday. Please enjoy!

(Baz POV)

I feel the current of magic, like liquid fire. When it reaches Simon, it drops off. The flames die out, not enough magic to keep them burning, but I feel the smouldering embers.

You can restart a fire from embers by gently blowing on it, giving it oxygen. But if you blow too much, you’ll smother it. I need to give it oxygen, but what is oxygen in this scenario? Magic? Love? Breath? I don’t know. No Mage in recorded history has ever done this. We’re in uncharted territory.

I open the tap little by little.

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[colddeadqueer]

Six-Sentence Sunday

Preview of They Get Married. Ch. 6: The Duels

Chapter 6 is in the editing stage and will be published (hopefully) VERY soon! (edit: it’s out😋)

“Christ, quit looking at each other like that or I’m gonna be sick,” Fiona complains.

“Oh piss off, it’s our wedding! This is the one time we’re allowed to be disgustingly in love!” Simon protests. Warmth blooms in my chest at his protectiveness.

“It’s not your wedding yet! I still have to kill you first!” she argues. Simon shoots me a panicked look.

“She’s joking,” I say. “Probably.”

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WIP Wednesday—They Get Married. Ch 7: The Ritual

This chapter has been very fun to write. It’s really metaphysical and magic-heavy, and I drew on elements from Paganism and real witchcraft while writing the rituals. I’m editing it rn bc I don’t currently have a beta for this chapter (lmk if ur interested) and it’ll be released soon!

I pour love into the magic. I think of his warm smile that never ceases to light up my day. I think of the constellations of moles I memorized when I was 13, and all the others under his clothes I got to memorize later. I think about what we’ve been through and how far we’ve come. I think about how selfless and brave he’s been through it all.

My sun. My white knight. My chosen one.

I’m so in love with you, Simon Snow.

I give him all of it.

I am yours. Completely.

Simon suddenly gasps.

“I feel it.”