#vcrlac

[erchommai-a]

! + Will you hit me if I give you cheek kisses??

“ come now, darling. I’ve kissed people for less. As long as it’s not some Judas situation, you’ll leave stab-free.“ ——  @vcrlac / send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse.

[mortalpositivity]

@vcrlac

your sebastian verlac is so wonderful! i am so glad you picked him up as a muse!

[penguinpositivity]

@vcrlac is such a sweetheart. all of their muses make me excited to log on & write replies, & the mun never fails to make me smile with how sweet they are!

[awhitedaffodil]

@vcrlac

“Fais attention à ce que tu dis,” Kieran warned, though there was no hint of smugness in the revealing of his ability to understand the other’s native tongue. “The land under the hill connects to every land, most faeries know how to speak quite a few of your languages. Even ones that are no longer use, I know a couple of people who took quite an interest in Latin though all I really know of it is that you have to pronounce everything.”

[elucet]

@vcrlac continued

frowning, seraphina lowered herself to a crouch with the hope that he’d be less scared if she weren’t standing over him. she truly was there to help -- that was no lie. her heart ached for all the fear, hurt, and misery he must have experienced down here. if she’d found out sooner... “i can take you home,” she spoke softly and earnestly to him and avoided making any sudden moves. she didn’t want to spook him; she wanted him to feel safe. “jonathan n’est pas ici pour le moment.” he was french, wasn’t he? she was going to sound awfully silly if she’d mistaken that. with so few opportunities to practice any of what she knew, she’d probably sound silly regardless. still, it was just another little something to make him feel comfortable. “es-tu blessé?”

[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

jace vc: hi yes everyone needs to know that jonathan and clary are bullying me, therefore theyre both dead in my eyes and im now accepting replacements for them

[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.

[idumean-archive]

“ don’t… don’t touch me. ” + Sebby

      ‘ believe me, this is no more pleasant for me than it is for you, but unless you’d like this to rot with infection, stay still, ’ Jonathan snaps, yanking one of his hands so he can see the injury. he sighs softly, setting about cleaning the wound. ‘ I don’t want to hurt you, believe it or not, ’ he says, voice dripping with exhaustion. ‘ once I get what I came for, you’ll be free to go, you have my word on that. ’