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Chapter 11: Wayland and the Winter Child

I say, why did she go so quickly?

Hmm? From Wayland, you mean?

Why, after all, if she was so very mesmerized by the fellow, why rush to leave? Or… well, no, not like that. I only mean that… oh, how to word it?... well, only that he seems to have been rather striking in that moment, rather impressive. Would she not think it rude to excuse herself from such a fellow’s presence so hurriedly?

She might not have thought of that. She might’ve been too afraid to consider it.

Not afraid. No. Not afraid. Only unsettled.

But why, Melisande?

It’s what we’ve seen already. When she hears the boy speak so strangely, it’s the same. It’s that little incongruity, the mismatch of words with face and voice. In a man like this, it’s stronger still.

Why, yes… yes, it’s the ancient in the voice of the child!

And then the desolation in the voice of the comforter. The stone in the soft heart. Wayland.

As the lady scuffled off, Wayland heard it. The cry, hazy with distance, of what had once taken man’s form. His every muscle went taut at the sound, hand cautious on his hilt. But it was far-off still. Nothing swooped into sight, nor descended on him in fury.

Still, he could not rest easy.

He knows the stone. More than anyone living, Azarias knows the stone. It would not be out of the question for him to know its hiding-place. And I cannot risk him attacking the Othryans again. Not in… in that form.

His gaze sank into the snow.

How could he give in? Why now? He’s held off this power for so long. And how often have I seen him come back from the edge! How often has he mastered it! If I had done something more, done something sooner, perhaps he could have… perhaps he would…

He halted.

No.

His fist clenched at his side.

No, stop. I cannot think of that. Not now.

He held his breath tight until he was sure it would not come out shaking.

I will not weep until the work is done.

Wayland turned his back, forbidding it to bend or bow. He dragged his eyes up from where they had fallen in the trampled snow. And there they found one place where the white was unbroken. There they found light. The stone of Glaedsar, burning like a drop of sunlight.

The fireflower they had come to preserve.

He had only ever seen one of the seven: the darkened stone of the Underworld. He had only ever seen the catastrophe its power wreaked upon that kingdom. He had never seen it—or any of them—as things of beauty or restoration or peace. And now he looked on another of the seven.

He knew that it would restore those for whom it was sought. It would heal the queen and save her child.

And oh, it was beautiful indeed.

But as he stared at its glowing petals, he could not help but wonder—how long would it bring peace? How long would its healing be a joy, and not a regret? How long before the breach in the shining barricade let loose that perilous influence upon this kingdom?

How long before the dark star-heart’s power runs wild?

Wayland’s chest clenched at the words, ringing through his head almost—almost—as if his partner had notioned them himself. For his words had been true. War would come. Upon the Underworld, upon Othrys, upon all the kingdoms.

Through this little peace would come war, great and grievous. And that was exactly what he had come to prevent.

What they had come to prevent.

That moment was a moment of danger. Choices flickered in one man’s sight. Voices echoed through one man’s memory. Two words hovered parallel, suspended in the dark air, looming as mountains and fragile as flowers. And a little lie could keep them from crashing ruinous into this kingdom…

A distant cry came from somewhere he could not reach.

And suddenly, the moment was over. The choice was no choice at all—even if he could have found a way to mislead the Othryans now, and swear the strangers to secrecy, it was not for him to decide. Such an act would betray the alliance between Elian and Frederick. Such a decision was not in his authority to make.

I was sent here this night as a herald. My duty is to deliver my message… and, now, to find Azarias. Not to sabotage. I cannot risk one war to prevent another, even if—

He could not finish the thought.

Even if his friend had lost the silver in his soul to do so.

The fist on his hilt—the heart in his chest—tightened. The choice was made. Yet not one muscle was at ease.

How now, peace-giver? Hast none for thyself?

Wayland’s head jolted upright. He heard it truly this time. Notioned words, like another’s thoughts conversing with his own. But not his partner’s thoughts. This voice was different. It was younger. And it was older.

Yet his eyes stayed fastened on the gleaming war-banner in the snow. Peace? he notioned back. What peace have I given this night?

‘Tis in thy nature, soldier though thou be. The steps were silent that brought a pale form small to his side. Thou wear’st the livery of Stamros stained; yet that star Restimos shone o’er thy birth.

Wayland felt a smile’s edge threaten his face, though a grim one—how many times had his parents told him that as a boy? How many times had he gazed up at that star in foreign lands? And how often had he missed the sight in the Underworld?

‘Tis so, notioned the lad beside him, seeming to nod. The seventh star—last, greatest day! O day and star of peace, and rest, and hope! ‘Tis that fair influence works in thy blood; ‘tis Restimos that finds its way in thee.

At that, though, even the edge of smile vanished. A different edge turned in his heart. Through me, I hope. But not in me. The knuckles on his bare, besymboled hand whitened on his hilt. Not for a long time.

The silver image of his friend blackened in his memory. The golden image of the flower blurred in his vision.

How can there be peace again after this night?

A hand, cold and small, touched his arm. And it was not the touch of a child. It was not the touch of some wide-eyed little one who knows no other way to comfort. Nor was it even the touch of comfort.

But when he heard the notioned voice, the words did more than comfort could.

When thy burden’s like a stone, know it is not thine alone. When thy worries, wearying, steal, may thy sleeping soundly heal. When the light is blinding thee, may’st thou all things, by it, see.

Wayland, at last, dared to turn his darkened eyes. By the gilded gleam, in the frostlike face, two other eyes smiled up at him, dimmer and brighter both.

When too many pay the cost, know that death already lost.

Sound drew near. Shouts and hoofbeats, men and horses. Kings and soldiers and red-haired maidens. But in the snow beyond their sight stood Wayland and the winter-child, wordless together. Yet though the soldier was silent, his head rang with benediction.

Now, we must keep in mind that these are just our initial drafts of what the real letters will be.

Eh? Why must that be kept in mind?

After all, we don’t KNOW what all these people were thinking in these moments, or what notioning went between them. Some of them, we can ask, but—

You won’t have to ask him. Those were exactly the sort of thoughts in his head, whether his own or another’s, and that certain.

Why, how do you know, dearest?

Because I asked him already.

Portent Longwhite stood with the soldier, the man named Wayland, a moment more. Then came voices. Then came soldiers. Then came a king, by a red maid led.

“Yes, they’re right down here, sire,” she was saying, as down the slope she came with care. “Your soldier friend, and my… my guide, sire.”

Down they came, then, red on the white snow, gathering all in the hollow there. Soldiers stood, then, waiting for orders, waiting for word from their king to act.

But he just stood there, silently staring, staring with wonder upon the bloom. Hardly a breath did stir from his lips then. Hardly a cloud in the frosted air.

Yet at last, King Frederick of Othrys, shaking his head with an awestruck smile, straightened tall, in spite of the tear-wells, gilding his eyes in the star-lost light.

“What a miracle,” came the muttered words. “Thank the Lord, what a miracle.”

Portent heard the thanks in his murmur, though there were few who caught its sound. On that king, he looked then with reverence, notioning greeting that none else heard.

Noble master, full of care! O man strong enough to bear all the things that are to come! Crownéd head with heart of home!

Frederick started, scanning the hollow, searching for he who the words had thought. He found Portent, and his head lifted. Understanding there passed between.

Yet he spoke soon, turning to Wayland (whose silent war had been stemmed for now). Words unheard between them by soldiers yet were marked by the winter-child.

“Any sign of that friend of yours?”

“No, Your Majesty. Only sounds, and those distant.”

“But he was heading the same way that boy pointed out to us. Do you think he’s trying to find this place?”

“I don’t know. But I… think he’s too far to spot us. For now.” Wayland’s voice here lowered still further. “If Your Majesty still plans to dig up the fireflower, I suggest it be done swiftly and secretly.”

Frederick nodded. Then, to the soldiers, orders he gave, which they fast obeyed. Dug up, placed in cloths was the fireflower. Wrapped were its roots in their earth-stained cloak.

Then they took it. Gone was the fireflower. Gone was the light that in hollow gleamed. Gone were the soldiers. Gone was their master. Only three in that place remained.

“Well… that was quite something!” breathed out the lady (Wayland was standing still at the top of the hollow-hill). “To be thanked by a king, and—and to help save a queen! Not the sort of thing that happens to you every day, is it, boy?”

“Many things there are that rare occur.” Portent nodded to her excitement—how like a red-haired child she was! “But this is surely one, Miss Somerset.”

“And there I should hope you agree!” In her palm, she tapped something little, restlessly toying, as on she spoke. “Oh, I wonder what their little prince will look like—I heard them say the queen was about to have a child, you know. I hope they make their way back to her in good time. And—”

There she turned. And there were her hands shown. Clear now at last was the thing she held.

Portent froze, with eyes locked upon it.

Dark was that dagger, with sablen blade.

“Where did you get that knife, Miss Somerset?”

Green eyes, turning, glanced at the bodkin, borne in her hand like a harmless stick. Then she looked back. Then shrugged her shoulders. Then came a smile, with the least concern.

“Oh, this?” She laughed a little. “Oh, I just stumbled across it somewhere—”

“Whence came that dagger’s hilt into your hands?”

Forth came Portent, fierce as a snowstorm. Hardened as hail had his eyes become. Wide were hers, though, staring upon him. Never once yet had his anger shown.

“What? You… oh, you don’t really think I stole it, do you? Because I didn’t! I swear!”

“A sablen blade the worst of swearing breeds.” Firm and desperate gripped he her forearm, searching her face for the awful truth. “O, tell me how it found its way to thee!”

Just a moment stared his companion, darting her gaze to and from his own. Then she breathed in… slowly released it, clouding the air… and her answer came.

“I found it. After you left, when I walked over to the fireflower, I found it in the snow. I picked it up—I thought it’d be good to have some kind of weapon while I was alone.” Many feelings bubbled inside her: agitation, confusion, dread. “But that’s all I did! Really, believe me!”

Portent Longwhite sighed without misting. Fury—and fear—he released unseen. “I do believe your word, Miss Somerset. There is no guile upon your honest face.”

Yet, while smiling came to relieve her, once more stealing across her lips, trouble darkened the pallid princeling, casting omens into his thought.

“But this bodes ill for Frederick and his house. The fireflow’r was long considered lost, a jewel mislaid by time’s forgetful lords. But this, thy finding, hath disproved the tale.” Here, he nodded down toward the dagger (how he hated the sorcerous blade!). “‘Tis clear some wicked person kept it hid, by spell or charm or violent defense; for none but wicked ones do sablen use.”

She looked down then, eying the dagger, the night-forged poniard, in her hand still. “So… so it’s some sort of black magic? And someone used it to hide the fireflower, to keep it from the Othryan kings of old?”

“Aye, so it seems; but it is worse than that.”

“Worse? How can it be any—well, perhaps I shouldn’t say that.”

Portent fixed his eyes on Miss Somerset, certain as death and as grim as stone. “If witch or warlock hid the bloom away, what will he do when he has found it gone? The story will go out across the land—the miracle that saved the Othr’an queen—and there can be no chance he will not hear. I ask again, what think you he might do?”

Though her face was tinged with the sunlight, tan as if she were born thus burned, at these words, she paled like the hoarfrost. Hardly a word could she bring to bear.

“But… but they can guard. Can’t they? They can watch out for anyone like that.”

“Perhaps. But of this peril, they know not, nor needed they to guard against such kind in many years. They need a man who knows of this, their present danger, and of ways to fend off those who love the sablen blade.”

There, a frown crept over her features. She eyed Portent uncertainly. “You can’t. You know you can’t. We have our own important business to tend to—and anyway, you’re not a man! I don’t think the Othryans will take to having a child watch over them.”

No rejoinder made he to that word (though her own steps could prove her wrong). Still, he knew he could not abandon this, their mission, for anything.

“I will not leave you now, Miss Somerset. Yet I believe that there’s another one, who knows the danger and knows his defense. An you stay here a moment, I will go, and speak to him who’s marked our every word.”

Then they turned their eyes to the hilltop, where still was outlined a blue-cloaked form. Still stood Wayland, still as a statue, features affixed… and resolute.

Portent Longwhite went up to join him, leaving below his companion fair.

“Well, I don’t know what’s going on anymore.” She stared up for a moment, squinting. Then she looked at the little knife. “But I do know I don’t want this black thing for one more minute. Ugh!”

Holding it gingerly now, she looked around for a place she could ditch the thing. Not in a tree trunk, not in the bushes. Certainly not in the snow again! Maybe, if she just threw it away, as hard as she could, off in the woods…

“No, that’s silly too. That would just leave it somewhere for some stranger to pick it up, or some little creature to cut itself on it. And who knows what that might do? I don’t.” She frowned. “If I knew anything about sablen, I might.”

Still, she searched on, trying to figure how to get rid of this stupid thing. She stood still, her head on a swivel. Where could she put it? Where—

Unless…

An idea growing in her head, she tiptoed until she was standing right over the spot that had warmed her an hour ago, though it was now just a hole in the ground.

Over her shoulder she glanced one more time. There were Wayland and her strange friend, talking away (though she couldn’t quite make out what they said). Then she glanced at the dagger in hand. She glanced at the hole. And, sighing a mist, she made her choice.

“At least nobody will step on it,” she murmured, already dropping onto her knees.

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[Chapter 1/Writing the Story]

[Chapter 10/Go Back ... Chapter 11/you are here! ... Chapter 12/The Hope]

[Also on AO3, if you want to hop on over!]

#tpc tangled au #the kingdom of othrys au #salt and light #the actual fic #wayland #lynn and the boy #king frederick #melisande #because she gets a mysterious line in the narration #long chapter

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myfandomtopia · 7 years ago

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Y’all can blame @wiilltudor for this idea

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tmi-tv-show-news · 7 years ago

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Matt Hastings‏: Welcome to #Idris, @DomSherwood1 & @Kat_McNamara! Hope your brought a sweater. #subzero #Shadowhunters #BTS #216

#shadowhunters #season 2 #season 2b #episode 216 #day of atonement #matt hastings #kat mcnamara #Katherine McNamara #Dominic Sherwood #dom sherwood #Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #Jace Wayland #Jace whatever #bts #behind the scenes #lake lynn #idris

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polarnacht1 · 1 year ago

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@myulalie tagged me for the Getting To Know You: Ask Game, thank you!

Three ships: Alec Lightwood/Jace Wayland, Alex Rider/Yassen Gregorovich, Jace Wayland/Magnus Bane

First ship: Probably Han/Leia, but the first ship that made me participate in fandom in anyway was Jalec

Last Song: Wish you were here by Pink Floyd

Last Movie: Red White and Royal Blue - and god do I NOT get the hype over that movie. The book was okayish, the movie was simply boring and didn't manage to flash out the characters at all (plus the lack of chemistry between the two mains didn't help at all). Another movie that is better watched via gifs

Currently Reading: The White Road from the Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling. It's not as good as the first books, but still a nice read. And I started No Ashes in the Fire by Darnell L. Moore - just started, so nothing to say yet.

Currently Watching: a lot actually. The second season of The Bear (it's good), second season of the Americans (ok, I liked the first season way more), seven season of Working Moms (it's fun) and the last season of Blacklist (finally the last, it was a chore to watch the last couple 😂)

Last Thing I Wrote: Infinity, my latest Jalec which sadly flops equally hard 😂

everyone who wants to answer, please go ahead!

Getting to know you: ask game!

Thank you @mugsdontlie for the tag!

Three ships: Chishiya/Arisu from Alice in Borderland because I've written it a lot,Naruto/Sasuke cuz I have eyes, and Adora/Catra for the lap scene.

First ship: Falkner/Morty, from pokemon heartgold. Legendary bird guy and bird guy!

Last Song: Make Up Your Mind by Florance and the Machine.

Last Movie: UHHHHHHH I forget the name but I think it had a scary nun? Or maybe it was the shark movie with the vortex? Idk it was campy and horror.

Currently Reading: Rereading a lot of Naruto these days for fic. Slowly working my way through "How to stand up to a Dictator" by Maria Ressa. Also want yo read "Gideon the Ninth" by Tamsyn Muir.

Currently Watching: Nothing really, assorted Naruto scenes sometimes to try and remember how characters fight maybe? I've been told I should watch live action One Piece but haven't gotten around to it. I watch scary story vids all the time on youtube if that counts.

Last thing I wrote: Last edited Loyalty's Price; Interlude, last scene was Kabuto and Anko talking and last chapter was ch3.

Currently writing: Editing a scene of Loyalty's Price; Interlude rn. It has Kabuto investigating the Uchiha massacre so going slow. Needs to be done right.

Tagging @aceon-ice @gloivy @vitaminpops if any of you wanna do it. Hopefully haven't accidentally tagged someone who's done the ask already! Again 😅.

#ask game #answered aks

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notxjustxstories · 5 years ago

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IT’S DONE!

The wlw video i’ve spent the past 8-9 months working on is finally done! Special thank you to @afluffykiwi @alivrse @chantelroyal @curious-kittens-ocs @harleyquinnzelz @hermosoharry @kendelias @megdonnellys @newthomally @ofbadchoices @perfectlystiles @randomestfandoms-ocs @susiesamurai @the-elena-show @trench-coat-wearing-angel @trianglegoddess @twinmasks and @villahnelles for letting me use their ocs!

Full list below the cut--

afluffykiwi: Ivy Hart, Helen Adams, and Sasha Chayka

alivrse: Stefanie Salvatore and Adira

chantelroyal: Natalie Lance, Mina St. Clair, Aurora Cody, Cordelia Cortese, Cassondra Fuller, Abigail Hawthorne, Valentia Flores, Alexandra Edison, and Esmerelda Rivera

curious-kittens-ocs: Riley Wayne

harleyquinnzelz: Luna Starling

hermosoharry: Valeria Acosta and Monica Boyea

kendelias: Molly Boyd, Lucy Stilinski-Hale, Prim Pan, Margo Babineaux, Valentina Smackle-Hart, Nova Warin, Winifred Winn, and Maya Lynn

megdonnellys: Hazel Sommers

newthomally: Elektra Ren

notxjustxstories: Zephyr Westergaard, Sophie Martin-Bustier, Raegan Barnes, Danielle Agreste, Willow, Aabagael Belnap, Destiny Scott, Jasmine Robles, Viviana Mendoza, Harper Houghlin, Angel, Lyssa El, Grace Turner, Gwendolyn Agreste, Sparrow Fury, Faedra Lawson, Brenna Banner, Remi Crane, Charlie Davenport, Paxton Halliwell, Di Saltzman, Laura Whitaker, and Darcy Stevens

ofbadchoices: Qianna Coldwater, Selena Savoretti, and Sage Frostwax

perfectlystiles: Hazel Martin and Athena Ainsworth

randomestfandoms-ocs: Alyssa Solomon, Ainsley Winchester, Mallory Mason, Alice Valliere, Abigail White, Arianne Martin, Elise Charming, Bex Wayland, Riley Solo, Alexis Argent, Princess Isabelle, Felicity Taylor, Aisling Greyjoy, Ryann Hernandez-Viamonte, Aaliyah Andrews, Amethyst Adams, Kristiana Keller, Pandora Peabody, Addison Blake, Aurelia Agreste, Nikki Rogers, Tesla Banner, Rose Blossom, Cora Royce, June McLaughlin, Rosalind Flores, Lyra Lovell, Stevie Cooper, Amelia Bolton, Aaliya Andrews, Bella Baxter, Calypso Lokidottir, Beverly Mantle, Summer Simmons, Joey Hargreeves, April King, Venus Avery, Summer Sol, Delaney Carlyle, Angelica Hopper, Kit Holmes, Carter Lane, Dorothy Madison, Matilda Banks, Beth Thompson, Marilyn Pillsbury, Carrington Minkus, Pandora, Gemini Black

susiesamurai: Cate Archer and Sora Parl

the-elena-show: Noemi Ricci

trench-coat-wearing-angel: Kimmy Hanscom

triangelgoddess: Alex Linsteadt and Marley Kraweic

twinmasks: Juno Hargreeves

villahnelles: Evan Moreno

#allaboutocs #ocappreciation #queerocs #occentral #mine #op #video

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ao3feed-jalec · 4 years ago

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Make Me Yours

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZPx5oq

by Anonymous

"Jace dies at Lake Lynn - but he comes back. Outwardly unchanged, but inwardly he is different. Darker. As if he has lost something - or left it behind on purpose. His soul, though Jace wouldn’t go that far. Rather his consciousness. Spit out from death, there is not much room for contemplating, for trying to be good and holding back. Jace is done with following rules and listening to what he should do or shouldn’t. He just wants. And he has always wanted Alec, his Parabatai, the only person he was never allowed to have. But now he doesn’t care about that anymore."

Jace wants Alec to be his and though Alec tries to fight it, it is exactly what he wants too.

Words: 3306, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood

Relationships: Alec Lightwood/Jace Wayland

Additional Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, Dom Jace Wayland, Sub Alec Lightwood, Top Jace Wayland, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Spanking, Dubious Consent, Rope Bondage, Bottom Alec Lightwood, Smut, Anal Plug, Possessive Jace Wayland

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZPx5oq

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jalec #shadowhunters

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thelightofthebane · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis/Isabelle Lightwood Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray, Jace Wayland, Isabelle Lightwood, Simon Lewis, Rafael Lightwood-Bane, Max Lightwood-Bane, Original Characters Additional Tags: Crack, Fluff and Crack, Kids, Chaotic kids, BAMF!Parents, Max has no filter, Blame Magnus for that Summary: What happens when you leave the kids of an iconic gang by themselves?

Yup, chaos.

“Dad is a Daylighter. The best vampire out there! He is strong, fast and knows all the Star Wars scenes.”

“Lame. My dad can easily kick his ass. Dad is the best Shadowhunter of the world and has angel blood! He is truly the best.”

“If your dad kicks my dad’s ass, then my mom will kick your dad’s ass. She is a queen who can kill any demon with 5-inch heels. And she alone killed Lilith, the Demon Mother.”

“Yeah, but our mommy can create runes, and yours not.”

“This is a waste of time. Of course papa and daddy are the best ones. Daddy is the best archer ever and always had to be strong to take care of your irresponsible daddies and mommies. He even banished a Greater Demon with just an arrow! And papa is the most powerful Warlock of the entire universe. He kicks everyone’s asses!”

Elaine, William and Lynne scowled at Max while Rafael just nodded, agreeing with his brother.

Hours ago, everything was fine with the five kids. They were at the Institute while their parents were out dealing with another rift and packs of demons.

Just a normal Thursday for the Shadow World.

Elaine Rosa Lightwood-Lewis was a 9-year old Werewolf, Simon and Izzy’s adopted daughter. Lynne Cordelia and William Gabriel Herondale-Fairchild, both 8 years old, were the Nephilim twins of Jace and Clary. Max Michael Lightwood-Bane, a 7-year old Warlock, and Rafael Santiago Lightwood-Bane, a 9-year old Nephilim, were Alec and Magnus’ adopted sons. They were all good friends and loved each other a lot.

Until an innocent spar at the Training Center sparked their competitiveness, beginning an endless comparison between their parents.

“Uncle Simon and Uncle Magnus are Downworlders, it doesn’t count.” Willian accused his cousins, thinking it was a good argument.

It wasn’t.

Elaine’s eyes turned a vibrant green and Max’s skin flashed blue. Both narrowed their eyes, scowling. Even Rafe scoffed, unamused.

“Got a problem with Downworlders?” Elaine deadpanned, gritting her teeth.

William was about to reply when Lynne smacked the back of his head, throwing a reproachful glare to him.

“Sorry…” He muttered, honestly being apologetic.

“Anyway,” Max resumed, smiling again while thinking about his parents. "Papa is really amazing. Better than anyone. Even daddy says that, and doesn’t care when papa outpowers him. He likes it.”

“By the Angel, this sounds wrong. Why does this sound wrong?” Will turned to his sister with big bulged eyes.

“Gross, Max.” Rafael snorted, but couldn’t hide the fondness in his voice. He was also really proud of Alec and Magnus.

“Our dad is stronger than death itself. He died and came back!” Lynne stated.

“Papa went to Hell a lot of times. Daddy went there to bring him back. Death is nothing for them.” Max insisted.

“My dad is already dead…” Elaine whispered, but everyone heard and ignored her.

“Well, mom killed the evilest Shadowhunter that has ever existed. She is a hero.”

“Valentine was your grandfather.” Rafe commented, scrunching his nose.

“Your grandfather is a Greater Demon, how is this better?” Lynne deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I guess I’m the only one with normal and non-dangerous grandparents.” Elaine supplied, cheerfully.

The other four growled.

“What the hell is happening here?”

Their heads whipped so fast towards the Training Center’s entrance, it was a miracle they didn’t get whiplash. Their parents were there, already back from their mission. Jace, Clary and Izzy had smugly expressions, Simon was a bit confused, Alec had a big unimpressed scowl, and Magnus was grinning proudly.

“Fuck…” Max and Will muttered at the same time.

“Language!” Alec hissed, already feeling a throbbing headache. Magnus patted his shoulder, then turned to the kids.

“How did you know about all that about us?”

“Papa! Did you use the babysitter spell again to hear us talking?” Max groaned, throwing his arms on the air. He really needed to learn a counterspell before turning into a teenager.

Magnus just shrugged, not a little bit apologetic. Usually, he didn’t pay attention to what they discuss, but this time it perked his curiosity.

“So, there is this thing on the Internet called Dark Forum, and they talk a lot about all the famous people from the Shadow World.” Lynne explained, full of pride. “There are a lot of topics about how amazing and handsome you are, dad!”

All adults groaned, except Jace, who gave a thumbs-up to his daughter.

Then, hell broke loose again.

“Daddy would finish Uncle Jace in less than five minutes!”

“Mom would finish Uncle Alec and Uncle Jace in three!”

“Papa would beat everyone in just one minute, and without his magic!”

“Mommy would create a rune and finish you papa!”

“Dad will use all his references from the Fight Club and silence you all.”

The kids stopped their fight and glared at Elaine.

“Wow… What a K.O.” Simon murmured, being glared by his friends then.

“Well, there is just one way to finish this,” said Magnus, snapping his fingers and changing his outfit to a more comfortable one. “Let’s spar, Blondie.”

“Why me? Alec is right here.”

“I prefer to indulge Alexander to another activity, just the two of us.” Magnus winked to his husband, and some kids made gagging noises.

“Gross, papa!” Rafe and Max complained together.

“Mom, show them who is the best Shadowhunter!” Elaine exclaimed.

“Mommy, dad, kick Uncle Magnus’ ass!” Will asked.

“Daddy, put everyone on Ichor duty!”

“MAX, NO!”

Yup, it would be a long night.

#shadowhunters #shadowhunters tv #malec #clace #sizzy #kids fic #my writing #colorfulwarlock #this fic is very silly

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polarnacht1 · 4 years ago

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Title: Open Your Eyes

Pairing: Jace Wayland/Alec Lightwood

Summary:

Jace dies at Lake Lynn by the hands of his father and when the Angel brings him back to life, he feels different. There is something dark inside him that needs to be dealt with. Next to this, his long buried feelings for his Parabatai surface with an intensity that demands action. Both Alec and Jace have to decide what risks they are willing to take in order to be together.

A story about Parabatai love, fighting the evil and defying the Clave.

#shadowhunters #alec lightwood #jace wayland #parabatai #jalec

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ao3feed-malec · 4 years ago

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World On Fire

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by Polarnacht

When Alec feels Jace die at Lake Lynn, Alec's world burns and it stops spinning. When it starts again, Alec cannot believe that Jace is alive. He needs to see proof that Jace truly is back. He needs to see him bleed.

Part two of the Parabatai series, in which Alec and Jace love each other but are not actually together, as they are already bonded as Parabatai. Backround Malec (who are equally in love).

Words: 890, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Parabatai

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland

Relationships: Alec Lightwood & Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood/Jace Wayland, backround Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Additional Tags: Canon Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Alec Lightwood-centric, Hurt Alec Lightwood, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Parabatai Bond, parabatai love

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#malec #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #shadowhunters

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ao3feed-destiel · 5 years ago

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Multifandom One Shots

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by GerardDunbar

Pedidos abiertos de one shots gay de diferentes series

Words: 1793, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Big Time Rush (TV), American Horror Story, Riverdale (TV 2017), Descendants (Disney Movies), Glee, Percy Jackson & The Olympians (Movies), Shadowhunters (TV), Scream Queens (TV 2015), Supernatural, Pretty Little Liars, Grimm (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Fangs Fogarty, Kevin Keller, Ryder Lynn, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson, Sebastian Smythe, Hunter Clarington, Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Chuck Clayton, Kai Anderson, Chad Radwell, Boone Clemens, James Diamond, Jett Stetson, Dak Zevon, James Patrick March, Jack Samuels, Harrison Wilton, Trevor Kirchner, Xavier Plympton, Chet Clancy, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Donovan (American Horror Story), Tristan Duffy, Kendall Knight, Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush), Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Raphael Santiago, Simon Lewis, Tate Langdon, Ben Harmon, Patrick (American Horror Story), Will Schuester, Rory Flanagan, Kurt Hummel, Sam Evans, Dustin Goolsby, Bryan Ryan, David Martinez, Mike Chang, Ezra Fitz, Mike Montgomery, Toby Cavanaugh, Noel Kahn, Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Blaine Anderson, Moose Mason, Reggie Mantle, Mr. Gallant (American Horror Story), Dandy Mott

Relationships: Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood/Jace Wayland, James Diamond/Kendall Knight, Kendall Knight/Logan Mitchell, James Diamond/Carlos Garcia, Carlos Garcia/Kendall Knight, James Diamond/Logan Mitchell, Logan Mitchell/Dak Zevon, Jett Stetson/Dak Zevon, James Diamond/Dak Zevon, Kendall Knight/Jett Stetson, James Diamond/Jett Stetson, Jay/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Jay (Disney: Descendants), Ben/Harry Hook, Ben/Gil/Jay/Harry Hook/Carlos de Vil, Harry Hook/Jay, Fangs Fogarty/Kevin Keller, Fangs Fogarty/Sweet Pea, Archie Andrews & Jughead Jones, Kevin Keller/Reggie Mantle, Archie Andrews/Kevin Keller/Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller/Moose Mason, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Evans/Sebastian Smythe, Hunter Clarington/Sebastian Smythe, Finn Hudson/Kurt Hummel, Kurt Hummel/David Karofsky, Kurt Hummel/Noah Puckerman, Blaine Anderson/Sam Evans, Sam Evans/Finn Hudson, Sam Evans/Noah Puckerman, Sam Evans/Rory Flanagan, Rory Flanagan/Finn Hudson, Rory Flanagan/Noah Puckerman, Ryder Lynn/Jake Puckerman, Mason McCarthy/Spencer Porter, Bryan Ryan/Will Schuester, Dustin Goolsby/Finn Hudson, Sam Evans/Dustin Goolsby, Dustin Goolsby/Will Schuester, Mike Chang/Noah Puckerman, Mike Chang/Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman/Will Schuester, david martinez/bryan ryan/will schuester/carl, Finn Hudson/Sebastian Smythe, Noah Puckerman/Sebastian Smythe, Scott Lang/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Thor, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson, Ben Harmon/Tate Langdon, Tate Langdon/Patrick, Ben Harmon/Vivien Harmon, Ezra Fitz/Mike Montgomery, Toby Cavanaugh/Noel Kahn, Boone Clemens/Chad Radwell, pete martinez/chad radwell, Kai Anderson/Jack Samuels/Harrison Wilton, Kai Anderson/RJ, Tate Langdon/Dandy Mott, Chet Clancy/Xavier Plympton, trevor kirchner/xavier plympton, Chuck Clayton/Kevin Keller, Chuck Clayton/Kevin Keller/Reggie Mantle/Moose Mason, Nick Burkhardt/Hank Griffin, nick burkhardt/prince kenneth, Donovan/James Patrick March, Tristan Duffy/James Patrick March, rudolf valentino/donovan, John Lowe/Tate Langdon, Mr. Gallant/Michael Langdon, mr. gallant/timmoty, chad radwell/roger, boone clemens/dodger, Jimmy Darling/Dandy Mott

Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, American Horror Story - Freeform, Hotel Sex, Forest Sex, Car Sex, Dildos, Multiple Orgasms, Orgy, Threesome - M/M/M, Professors, Sugar Daddy, school sex

Link: https://ift.tt/2yc7JGr

#ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel

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ao3feed-kurthummel · 5 years ago

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Multifandom One Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yc7JGr

by GerardDunbar

Pedidos abiertos de one shots gay de diferentes series

Words: 1793, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Español

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

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#ao3feed #fanfic #ao3 #kurt hummel

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tpc-tangled-au · 8 months ago

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Chapter 10: Go Back

From the day she stole his memory, Salome raised the boy as her own. Instead of cruelty, she feigned friendliness, calling herself ‘mother’ instead of ‘witch’. She hid him from the world, and it from him, for she could never let him go back. But her deceptions and spells could not hide everything. Each year, on his birthday, the King and Queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky, in the hope that one day, their lost prince would return. And, though even he didn’t realize it himself, the lost prince watched them every time.

Melisande listened to the silence after the storyteller stopped. She was aware of him, setting his pen to rest in its inkwell. She did see him stretch his hand muscles. And then he turned, hands and eyebrows lifted.

“Well?” asked Baron, looking from one friend to another. “How does that sound?”

Melisande was wordless. She’d expected she would be, after a point. And she’d expected another to fill her silence until she could speak again. But that other was silent too. No laughter, no triumphant shouts, no bright encouragement of any sort. Naphtali sat just as still as her for that moment.

At last, he stirred out of his thoughts.

“I very nearly forgot who the tale was about.”

Something about those simple, almost ridiculously innocent words sowed chills along Melisande’s arms. Her lips parted, then curved up. She didn’t even cover them as she whispered, “Oh, solas mo ghràidh…”

She was startled from her reverie by a loud chuckle—the expression of Baron’s surprise.

And it brightened her prince’s face too. “Well, nearly!” he exclaimed, his ever-so-familiar grin returning. “It was simply such a… such a story that… well, that I hardly thought of it as mine!”

“So far, most of it isn’t.” Baron shook his head, still smiling with amusement. “We haven’t much gotten to the parts that are really yours, have we?”

“No!” He laughed delightedly. “And look how far we’ve gotten!”

“Far enough for quite a few letters.” Baron blew on his last page of notes and fragments of prose. Then he set it with its fellows in stack.

Satisfied with her listening now, Melisande turned her eyes to the window. The glass gleamed amber—they’d been in here all day. Talking, telling, coming up with ideas and scribbling them down. A number of the details, even she’d never known before. About Naphtali, about his life after that night, about… about…

Her eyes drifted to the sunset, scarlet as flame. Red sky at night, sailors delight, her grandfather had taught her. It caught the light from one of the castle’s towers, standing like a lighthouse against the dusk.

“There’s one thing I should like to know,” she said quietly, not turning to look.

“What is it?”

“The Lighthouse Ghost.” After a moment, she turned a troubled gaze from the window. “Could he do nothing? Was he unable to help, to tell him the truth, to free him?”

It was Baron who answered, sighing. “I’d say so. After all, he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t touch anything—at least, not in any way that would affect it. He couldn’t even leave the lighthouse to find help. What could he have done?”

Her heart twinged, and her voice softly saddened. “He was trapped too.”

Two reactions came at those words. Baron sat a little straighter, lifting his head in surprise, as if to nod in sudden realization. But not Naphtali. Shock struck across his face, like a stab in the heart. “Oh.” His eyes fell. A faint shiver seemed to rush over him. “Oh.”

Silence held a moment as the window slowly dimmed. But it wasn’t the pane that Melisande watched.

Still, at last, she sensed someone needed to speak. “The sunlight’s leaving us,” she put in, gently clearing her throat. “The story’s come to a place. Perhaps we ought to go back to our duties.”

They gradually began to move. Baron urged them to relate any questions or ideas they had back to him. Melisande said that they would. Then she took Naphtali’s hand and led him out the door. He was still uncommonly quiet.

As they walked down the hall, Melisande tried to catch his eye. “Are you all right, Naphtali?”

For a moment, he only stared on, as if he hadn’t heard her. Then he shook his head. “Hm? What? What did you say, Sharp Eyes?”

“I asked if you’re all right.”

“Me? Oh, yes, I’m quite all right, quite, yes. I’m perfectly well.” His eyes drifted again. “Poor fellow, though…”

A heavy sigh escaped her. “I know.”

“And after all he’d already seen, being trapped by that horrible witch, and…” He slapped a hand to his own chest. “…and me forgetting him entirely!”

“It was the witch’s doing, not your own. You didn’t forget him yourself.” She paused a little. “You didn’t forget anyone yourself.”

Naphtali slowed at her reminder. “Oh… oh, perhaps so. Even so, I wish I could have done something more to help the poor ghost.” His heartsick frown turned to the floor. “I wish it dreadfully.”

It wasn’t often that he was the one who needed cheering. But Melisande touched his arm and tried. “You were a friend to him. Even without your memory, you were that.” Her lips tightened, knowing too well she was speaking truth. “For a lonely one, that’s a help beyond wishing.”

His eyes lifted to hers, starting to hope again. At the sight, her lips loosened into a smile. “Besides, Baron is writing it all. Whatever happens to memory, your ghostly friend won’t be forgotten again.”

Naphtali stared a moment, never letting go her gaze. Then, his smile broke through the clouds, and her heart bloomed in its light.

But suddenly, his head jerked up in realization. “Wait, Baron? Where is he?” And he swiveled to search for him. “Where’s he gone?”

“He’s back in the room. We left him to make a few notes before it’s too dark.” A little amusement budded in her eyes. “We’ve walked out into the hall, you know.”

“Well—well, yes, yes but—” Naphtali kept looking round, as if for his train of thought. “But he said something. Didn’t he? I thought he said something. As we were going. I’m sure he did. Do you—”

Melisande smothered a growing laugh. “Calm down, Naphtali, calm down!” She couldn’t keep back her flowering grin. “He only said for us to tell him if we had any questions or ideas about the letters.”

He stopped. “That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

A moment’s muteness. Then his thoughtful look exploded into idea. “Why, then, I have to go!” His feet had begun moving already.

“What? Go where?”

“Back!” And he spun round to run the way they’d come.

~*~

“AND ANOTHER THING!”

The shout shocked the quill right from Baron’s hand, the very moment he’d picked it up. It nosedove, staining the floor with its crash. He glared down at the splatter and growled. Waste of a good pen.

“Oh!” A wild-haired head popped into view, following his glare. “Oh, dreadfully sorry. I’ll have someone clean it up later.” But the shock-shouter was not to be distracted for long. “But what about the knife?”

A little annoyance threatened to linger. But Baron shooed it out, turning in his chair with a sigh. “What are you talking about, Naphtali?”

“Well, you told us to tell you of our questions when we left—and I thought of one! So what about it?”

Baron shut his eyes and shook his head. “What about what?”

“The knife!” When he still saw no grasp of his words, Naphtali tried to explain. “Well, you’ve shown how the witch found the thing, and how the prince used it to escape—”

“The prince, of course, being you,” added a feminine voice. Melisande must have slipped in just behind him while Baron was distracted with the inky wreckage.

“Yes, yes, the prince being me. But you’ve not shown how the poniard got there in the first place!” He began to pace out his thoughts, as he did—he could rarely stand still if his mind was racing. “If it were on the ground, it’d be all right, of course. But buried in the hole the fireflower left!” He flung out a hand in gesture. “It can’t have simply burrowed itself in! And—”

Here he gripped the back of Baron’s chair.

“—and what about all these other characters you’ve talked about? Where have they all gone? Shall we see more of them?”

At the utterly childish image, Baron laughed aloud. “It’s your story, Naphtali! It’s not about them!”

“Well, yes, but… but…” He twisted a sort of frown. “But dash it all, I already know myself!”

Baron shook his head, still chuckling. Then he leaned back on his desk to look over Naphtali’s shoulder. “Melisande,” and he nodded up, “what do you think? What should we do with all these questions?”

Melisande was covering her smile. He guessed, from the familiar way her eyes gleamed, that she was just as amused as him, and at the moment, more in love than anyone but Naphtali.

Still, she lowered her hand. “Answer them, I would think.”

“How?” Challenge flashed like lightning in his eye. “Should I make a footnote? Or simply wait a few years to put it in a later letter?”

“Baron!” exclaimed Naphtali in exaggerated offense.

Melisande bit back another smile, but her mind was working. She kept her mouth closed tight for a minute. Then she opened it.

“Go back.” She nodded. “Yes. Go back to that night, when the fireflower was found. Go back to the ones who found it. They’re the ones with the answers.”

~*~

The sounds from the sky—faint and intermittent, but no beast or bird she’d yet heard—had made her uneasy for nigh a half hour. At the sound of hoofbeats, galloping nearer, Lynn jumped to her feet. She gripped the slippery little dagger as well as she could. Not that it would do much good, if it came to that. Especially against someone on a horse!

But when the horse came into sight, she sighed a cloud of relief. The steed was white, but the child it bore was whiter.

“Twas here she found the fireflow’r, in all of its life-giving pow’r.”

“There you are!” she fogged, lowering her tiny weapon. “You found a herald, then!”

“A herald, aye,” said her guide, gliding from the saddle, “but not of Othr’an blood, nor any Othr’an sign of heraldry.”

Lynn fluttered two blinks. “Not Othryan?”

“Nay, miss; yet Othr’an soldiers come behind.” He nodded to her. “‘Tis they shall take the fireflow’r away.”

After another glance at the sky, she gave a side-eye to the dismounting ‘herald’. His cloak, a dim blue, was nothing like the red worn by the herald they’d met. That ghost had born an emblem, too. She hadn’t gotten a terribly close look at it. But the mark this man bore—to fasten his cloak, to darken his hand—was not the same.

Frowning, Lynn turned a sideways squint toward the boy. “Are you telling me you’ve pulled some unsuspecting traveller off the road? Some messenger off his duties?” He opened his mouth, but she waved him off. “No, no, don’t poeticize it. You and all your soliloquys won’t change the fact that the poor man has no reason to be dragged out here like—”

The ‘poor man’ turned. And Lynn’s words vanished like the breath-clouds round her head.

Not that his was an extraordinarily handsome face. Nor was it a cruel face—if anything, it was the opposite. But there was something there that should not have been. Carved on the face, graven in the eyes. Something grim, something desolate, and so terrible that her heart stopped to look at it. Yet it did not belong there.

“My name is Wayland,” said the man, with a voice too soft for the stone in it. “And the fireflower is my reason for travelling this night. It is my purpose and duty in this land. I believed the boy’s word. I chose to come.”

Lynn only stared.

She still had questions. Dozens. She knew she did. But the words for them were completely forgotten now.

It was a familiar voice that broke her frozen silence. “This soldier good was with the Othr’an king, when came I thence to tell them of our news. The king is coming; this man faster rode. Nor tree nor stone could hinder all his speed.”

Wayland’s darkened eyes fell, heavy as hail. But, catching themselves, they turned to Lynn. He stepped toward her. “Miss, I understand from this lad’s story that you were the one to find the fireflower?”

She blinked. A baffled “Me?” was all she could manage at first. Then, “Oh, w-well, it was sort of the both of us. I only ran ahead. I thought…” Lynn felt shame match her face to her hair. “I-I thought it was a campfire.”

A hand gently touched her forearm. When she glanced up, Wayland was there. Not in severity, nor in a smile, but the solemnest of solace.

“Your campfire will save a family this night.”

Lynn shivered. She could not help herself. How she wished she could! But the contrast—the face to set a heart at rest, troubled by some war that could not be seen—the soft voice to comfort a soul, hardened by some comfortless grief—struck her spine all a-tremble.

But then Wayland was turning away, and his face gone. She almost felt his shadow as it passed over her.

“King Frederick and the soldiers we met are minutes from here,” he was saying. “One of you should go back and stand watch for them while I guard here. This hollow is well hidden, and they may not see it.”

“Yes, good, quite right,” replied Lynn, a little too rushed. Then, clearing her throat, “I-I can stand watch. I stand out from the snow a little more.” She bit her lip.

But Wayland only nodded to her, saying, “Thank you for offering, miss. They come from the northwest.”

He stepped away, and without another word, Lynn picked up her skirts and did the same, hastily heading back the way the herald had come.

She did not hear the distant, dreadful cry this time. She did not see the way the strange man tensed at its sound.

~*~

[Chapter 1/Writing the Story]

[Chapter 9/Workings of a Witch ... Chapter 10/you are here! ... Chapter 11/Wayland and the Winter Child]

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#tpc tangled au #the kingdom of othrys au #salt and light #the actual fic #melisande #naphtali #baron #lynn and the boy #wayland

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ao3feed-gratsu · 5 years ago

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Not a Kinktober 2019

by IckyFinks

Hello! Due to some really rough events this month, my beta and I have missed the traditional one-a-day pattern for the Kinktober challenge. Buuut, I think you guys may appreciate the depth and care of each chapter (I’m still going to call them “Days”).

Tastes can be particular, but this collection will start tame (explicit) and will (dramatically) increase in kinkiness. Please read the chapter names to find what interests you. I’ve also done something nerdy: Days 1, 11 and 21 are solely “solos” and self-love; 2, 12 and 22 are contained to the cutest couples; 3, 13 and 23 talk only of tantalizing trios; 4, 5, 14, 15, and also 24, all use awesome foursome, fivesome and moresome themes.

Fortunately for you, I already said fuck the 31-entry limit. I already have a couple of extra… “postponed” kinks. MORE IMPORTANTLY, I will happily moderate requests to continue certain chapters or to reuse some of the kinks for a different fandom/pairing.

Sorry for how long everything is.

Words: 6135, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 13 Reasons Why (TV), Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fairy Tail, Glee, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, iCarly, Kingsman (Movies), Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Shadowhunters (TV), Teen Wolf (TV), The Fosters (TV 2013), The Fosters (TV 2013) RPF, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Wizards of Waverly Place, Young Justice - All Media Types, Real Person Fiction, Justin Bieber (Musician), One Direction (Band), Shawn Mendes (Musician)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: I can't... this list...

Relationships: Jesus Adams Foster/Jude Adams Foster, Jake T Austin/Noah Centineo, Charlie Hesketh/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Jacob Black/Seth Clearwater, Seth Clearwater/Jacob Black/Emmett Cullen, Keith/Lance/Lotor/Shiro (Voltron), Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson, Ryder Lynn/Jake Puckerman, Natsu Dragneel/Gajeel Redfox, Justin Bieber/Shawn Mendes, Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken, Freddie Benson/Spencer Shay, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Mason Greyback/Justin Russo/Max Russo, Seamus Finnigan & Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter & Dean Thomas & Ron Weasley, Magnus Bane/Simon Lewis/Alec Lightwood/Raphael Santiago/Jace Wayland, Nick Jonas/Cameron Dallas, Ethan Dolan/Grayson Dolan, Jake Puckerman/Noah Puckerman, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Jeff Atkins/Clay Jensen, Clay Jensen/Tony Padilla, Clay Jensen/Alex Standall, Montgomery de la Cruz/Clay Jensen, Zach Dempsey/Clay Jensen, Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Dick Grayson/Jaime Reyes, Jaime Reyes/Roy Harper/Kon-El | Conner Kent/Wally West, Mason Greyback/Justin Russo, Aang/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Justin Foley/Clay Jensen, Danny Mahealani/Stiles Stilinski, Danny Mahealani/Jackson Whittemore, Liam Dunbar/Mason Hewitt, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Nick Jonas/Shawn Mendes

Additional Tags: Masturbation, Mirror Sex, Edgeplay, Frottage, First Time, Massage, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Collars, Sexual Slavery, Gangbang, Biting, Scratching, Marking, Claiming, beach, Pool, Sauna, Scars, Nipple Piercings, Tattoos, Car Sex, Movie Theater Sex, Public Sex, Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Hate Sex, primal, Leather Kink, Finger Sucking, Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Choking, Police Uniforms, Office Sex, Caught, Sex Tapes, Hand Jobs, Gloves, Wall Sex, Clothed Sex, Peeping, Clothed male/naked male, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Threesome - M/M/M, Incubus Dean Thomas, Orgy, Moresomes, Circle Jerk, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Bukkake, Cum Bath, Creampie, Felching, hot-dogging, Twincest, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Nipple Play, Incest, Sibling Incest, Strip Tease, Strength Kink, Cock Warming, Pet Play, Licking, Begging, Teasing, Glory Hole, cum dump, Breeding, Bad Dragon, Dildos, Oviposition, ass worship, Rimming, Face-Sitting, double-sided dildo, Stomach Bulge, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Anal Fingering, Knotting, Fisting, Triple Penetration, Ritual Sex, Blood and Gore, Loss of Virginity, Docking, Sounding, Cum Inflation, Shoe Kink, Socks, Foot Fetish, Smegma, Suits, Ties & Cravats, Watersports, Shower Sex, Wetting, Armpit Kink, Scent Kink, Sweat, Gym Sex, Latex, Jock Straps, Overstimulation, Body Worship, Breathplay, Ice Play, Wax Play, Bathing/Washing, Aftercare, Sleepy Cuddles

Source:http://archiveofourown.org/works/21246686

#gratsu #ao3feed gratsu #fanfiction #fairy tail #natray #graysu #gray x natsu #natsu x gray #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #mlm #slash

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ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender · 5 years ago

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Not a Kinktober 2019

read it on the AO3 at Not a Kinktober 2019

by IckyFinks

Sorry for how long everything is.

Words: 4009, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: I can't... this list...

read it on the AO3 at Not a Kinktober 2019

#ao3feed #fanfic #voltron #voltron: legendary defender #ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender

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