#stclliferous

[idumean-archive]

The Seelie Queen slides in your dms, "Wanna rp? ;)"

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[bcbliophile]

“I have a fetish for damsels in distress. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.” + Adaon @ Kaelie

“Well, sadly for you, I am rarely if ever in distress– So I suppose you’ll just have to develop a kink for choking or perhaps wooded sex like the rest of us” Kaelie replied, adjusting the laundry basket on her hip, as she brushed past him, purposely close, close enough that she could smell him and feel the warmth from his body. 

[awhitedaffodil]

🍼 + seelie queen giving him a bby heddwyn 🥰

Kieran stared at the small child in his arms for a moment. It was almost unbelievable they had come to exist. Children born to two full faeries weren’t all too common and even when one was born there was always the chance they would be too weak and they would need to be given away in exchange for a human. Yet here they were. “I didn’t think they’d be so tiny,” he said, looking back to her.

[isleofmisfitmuses]

"oh? like you’re so refined." + Seelie Queen @ Gwyn

“Oh please, I was not the one to kidnap a child and force him on someone to try and get them to help my boyfriend in a fight.” Gwyn was a neutral party in all things, he and his hunt were needed for the natural order to continue. She should have known better than to attempt to get him to fight alongside her and Sebastian’s forces.

[elucet]

@stclliferous continued

“you sent him out to fetch something, remember?” though she objected to jace being referred to as her pet, she chose not to pick a fight over the word. she didn’t want to argue with her brother. “please, jonathan?” crossing into the room and coming closer to her brother, she eventually turned and showed her back to him. in a futile effort, she tried to reach back and zip it herself just to prove that she couldn’t. “i can’t reach it.” 

[bytheanchorarchived]

@vcrlac / @stclliferous gets a birthday gift !!

                     “Have you got to leave the bed at this hour even when there’s no work to do?” 

Jace chuckled at his grumpy statement and bent over him, brushing the silvery hair back and kissing his forehead. “There’s always work to do, but I was just in the bathroom.” He smiled at the pointed look he got and the raise of the covers and slipped back under the blankets. He wraps his arms around him, and muffles a laughter at the new suspicious glare he gets after Jonathan sniffs the air. “I also got some muffins going for later.” He smiled, and yelped as he was pulled in, meeting his crashing lips with a gentle slow kiss as he took the opportunity to climb over him. “Don’t worry, it’s on a timer.” He promised, meaning he wasn’t going anywhere. 

It was hard to let go of work after living so many years depending on it. Jace had never had days off before he met Jon, or found out the truth about his own family, and it was still hard to believe it sometimes. He had promised they could stay in all weekend, and he was trying to make good on it. He caressed his face as he nipped on his lips and smiled as he felt Jon unwind and warm up under him. He knew he hated when he left the bed too early because Jon was colder than most people, while Jace was a near constant font of warmth. He pressed down on him and moaned softly on his jaw as he met his morning pleasure. 

This was a good place to be, and Jace floated on the feeling for a while.

“I love you.” Jace smiled at the muttered words. 

“I love you too, Jon.” He assured, quietly, privately, caressing down his side. 

Not too long ago, he had been wondering if Jonathan would ever even be okay with making their relationship official. Now, they had a place to themselves, near Jace’s new cafe, and they picked each other up from work and classes, and went to family events hand in hand, and kissed in the Herondale manor’s garden in the evenings. Jace never thought of himself as having a bad life, despite everything, he always saw the good in it, was thankful for the lucky breaks, for the love he had from his adoptive family, from his friends, for the chance to make his own money even if he had to work harder than most people would be willing to, to do it. And yet.

The future had always been a cloudy thing, something he was running a race with, hoping he would get out on the other side before it caught up to him. And now it wasn’t. Now, he still worked hard, harder than the people he loved thought he should, but there was no looming in the darkness, nothing telling him that if he failed there was nothing to catch him, until he’d built something up again. He had always wanted a loving relationship but never been quite sure if he would ever get it,  and now his heart was full. He had also always felt a little alone, as much as he loved the Lightwoods deeply, he hadn’t known them until he was 15 and he always felt like some piece of him wasn’t fitted quite right. Now he had more family than he knew what to do with.

The future wasn’t hazy anymore. Finger running through his hair gave him a shudder down his spine and he opened his eyes with a smile that filled them with fond happiness. Sometimes, nowadays, looking at Jonathan’s face in the sunlight, felt like looking right at it. 

He smiled more as he saw it reflected on his boyfriends face, and leaned up to press a new warm kiss to his lips. “I was thinking, breakfast, then a stroll, maybe have lazy lunch at the park, finding a spot to make out, then grab a movie before dinner and head home early?” He proposed, hand sneaking under his shirt to caress his stomach, grinning at the soft groan he got for that. “Yeah?” He asked, when Jon nodded. “Sounds perfect.” 

He hummed. “For now...” He rolled his hips on his lap getting a new, deeper, groan, out of the other. “Want me to help with that?” He laughed at the suffered look he got. “Thought so.” He climbed off, pulling down the covers and placing a warm, wet kiss  near the edge of his pants where he lifted his soft shirt. His look was warm as he looked up at the reaction he got. “I got you, baby.” He promised quietly, and then he was pulling Jon’s pants down. They could go at it three or four times before breakfast, they could go at it all day if they wanted to. They had time.

[harbingerofdebauchery]

"If you're looking for Camille, she's not here."

Ever since the attack on the Pandemonium Club, Camille had been scarce. He knew she'd risked a lot to help the Clave and with the word on the street being a price on her head, he wasn't surprised that she'd decided to leave the city. If he'd known he might have joined her. But returning to the house they shared and finding it empty was enough of a message for him. And now it seemed as if the Clave was interested in her. Magnus wasn't certain what more he could tell them and in all honesty he'd rather not get involved in finding her. She would return to the city in time and all they needed to do was wait. Unfortunately, he knew that the Clave wasn't one to wait and seeing their representative in front of the fire he wondered if maybe they would leave him be now that they knew. "And before you ask, no I have no idea where she is."

@stclliferous

[thearchxr]

stclliferous replied to your post: Hodge and Jace

jon vc: and your mom is still hot, what’s your point?