#maia x bat

[cilil]

AN: Alright, my dear @fraeuleinfriedhof, I am a woman of my word. I decided to choose one of the dark romance prompts to create this little gift for you and hope it is to your liking!

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: marked ~ Melkor x Mairon ♡ synopsis: While the Ainur of Utumno feast, Melkor makes sure everyone knows that Mairon is his and his alone. ♡ warnings: Smut(ty), not-too-explicit public sex, possessiveness, a hedonistic hell party going on in the background ♡ short oneshot (~600 words)

A snowstorm raged outside, pelting the frozen north of Arda with a furious flurry of hail and ice. 

The halls of Utumno, however, were filled with warmth, laughter and music, and the Maiar of Melkor celebrated their lord's glory and generosity. Fires burned freely between mighty pillars of obsidian, wine, blood and meat were served in abundance and all indulged in whichever pleasures of the flesh they craved. It was a wild and frightening spectacle to behold, like a dance of maddened, frenzied beings that had once been holy and pure, and the scent of ash filled the air. 

Amidst the chaos stood the throne of Melkor where he lounged, watching his people with idle amusement. On his lap, seated proudly and clinging to his form like a precious piece of jewellery, was a Maia unlike any other, one bright and beautiful among creatures of darkness, with hair of copper, eyes of gold and lips like liquid rubies. 

One of Melkor's hands held onto his slender waist possessively, and the other was interlaced with his, each adorned with a black and golden ring, as if he needed to stake his claim on the wondrous creature he had chosen as his consort – though all Ainur who had ever come across He who arises in Might knew better than to covet what was his. 

Mairon had long since learned to ignore the stares. He had learned to smile and giggle and bat his eyelashes whenever Melkor's hands began to wander. His entire being lit up with perverse, triumphant euphoria as he felt cool fingers slip underneath his luxurious robes and search for bare skin; on Almaren, he had been a mere apprentice of a smith, and now he was the consort of a king. His best, his brightest, his favourite, his *precious*. 

Melkor's grip on his hand tightened just as his wandering hand cupped his ass. "I want you." 

A clear, brilliant laugh filled the air, teasing to the point of mockery, and Mairon threw his head back to cheekily evade a greedy kiss – only to bare his neck, deliberately. 

"Right here? Right now?" he asked, pretending to swoon at the mere idea. 

"Yes." Melkor pushed him down harder onto his lap and pulled him in at the same time. "You may keep your robes, as the sight of your true beauty is mine alone as well, but I *will* have you." 

Impatient, impulsive, insolent. Any other Ainu would have felt Mairon's wrath for such audacity, Vala or not; but his beloved he would indulge. Letting himself fall so he could lie on Melkor's chest, he looked up at him through long eyelashes. 

"Take me then," he challenged, "show them that I am yours and you are mine."

"Be careful what you wish for. You might yet sing louder than they do."

"Make me."

And so it came to pass that even though the two lovers fell silent for a while as their lips met in a heated kiss, Mairon's song would eventually echo through the hall with such exuberance and ferocity that many turned their heads to behold the spectacle on their lord's throne and watched their feverish coupling. Blood-red robes pooled around his hips, concealing where their fánar met, but the force of Melkor's thrusts and his own frantic movements left little to the imagination. The fingers of their ringed hands remained intertwined as if to repeat the vows they had exchanged and sharp teeth and claw-like nails left marks on unblemished skin, like quiet, breathless whispers saying mine. 

Thanks for reading!

taglist: @angbangbaby @asianbutnotjapanese @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @i-did-not-mean-to @melkors-big-tits @melkors-defense-attorney @singleteapot

[tyhxrondxle]

GUYS GUYS GUYS (yes, shadowhunter fans, you are guys) have you watched the O.C???

because Summer and Seth are SO Sizzy coded!!!! like nerd boy x popular girl, they have the same maia storyline, the same personalities, it’s honestly concerning how similar they are.

i never thought i’d see Sizzy adapted in a TV show, specially not one that’s older than the books (if Cassie came out one day saying that Sizzy are based on them I wouldn’t bat an eye), but it’s SO much fun!!!!

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

International Non-Binary People's Day

🦇 Good morning, bookish bats! It's International Non-Binary People's Day! Looking to add some great non-binary books to your ever-growing TBR? Here are books from authors who publicly identify as non-binary, starring characters that are non-binary, too! Which are you reading first?

✨ Fiction ✨ 💛 She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan 🤍 Loveless by Alice Oseman 💜 Nettleblack by Nat Reeve 🖤 Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl by Andrea Lawlor 💛 Truth & Dare by So Mayer 🤍 X by Davey Davis 💜 Chlorine by Jade Song 🖤 Phoenix Extravagant by Yoon Ha Lee 💛 I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver 🤍 On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden 💜 Pet by Akwaeke Emezi 🖤 The Discomfort of Evening by Marieke Lucas Rijneveld 💛 The Echo Wife by Sarah Gailey 🤍 The Black Tides of Heaven by Neon Yang 💜 Outlawed by Anna North 🖤 An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon 💛 The Heartbreak Bakery by A. R. Capetta 🤍 Bianca Torre Is Afraid of Everything by Justine Pucella Winans 💜 Jamie by L. D. Lapinski 🖤 Mordew by Alex Pheby

✨ Non-Fiction ✨ 💛 In Their Shoes by Jamie Windust 🤍 Beyond the Gender Binary by Alok Vaid-Menon 💜 Gender Queer: A Memoir by Maia Kobabe 🖤 Gender Euphoria by Laura Kate Dale 💛 A Quick & Easy Guide to They/Them Pronouns by Archie Bongiovanni and Tristan Jimerson 🤍 What’s the T? The No-nonsense Guide to All Things Trans And/or Non-binary for Teens by Juno Dawson 💜 Life Isn’t Binary: On Being Both, Beyond, and In-Between by Alex Iantaffi and Meg-John Barker

[fairdale]

clace, malec, sizzy, haline, jordan x maia, bat x maia, jocelyn x luke

1. malec (are we surprised?)

2. clace (they’re overhated, i’ll defend my babies)

3. sizzy

4. haline (i want more of them)

5. jocelyn x luke

6. bat x maia (idrc)

7. jordan x maia (tbh i should reread bc i’m curious about how i would feel about them now)

[furious-haste-of-malice]

❝ You try being quiet, but rest assured I'll make you scream. ❞

⊱ Prompt: Clit torture ⊱ Pairing: Nári x Uinen ⊱ Synopsis: [Valinor falls AU - in which Melkor's forces manage to conquer Valinor and enslave its inhabitants] Nári has managed to catch herself a pretty water spirit and intends to savour such a rare treat. ⊱ Featuring: Bondage, fire restraints, petting ⊱ Warnings: Balrogs are their own warning, sexual content, captive x captor, non-con, forced masturbation, orgasm denial, burns; also the prompt is its own warning

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Another one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December, featuring my Balrog OC and poor Uinen. Enjoy!

"It's not fair that you keep all the pretty ones to yourself." 

Nári lowered her head to look down at Thuringwethil. She was pouting, hunger flashing in her eyes. 

"Do you want to drink or fuck?" she asked bluntly. 

"Both." Thuringwethil licked her lips. "Such treats are hard to come by over in Middle-earth, after all." 

Nári couldn't agree more. Occasionally receiving an Elf as a plaything for her troubles was fun, but it wasn't the same as bedding another Aini – most notably when it came to how beautifully they could scream and how durable they were. Incarnates died too fast and too easily. 

"I have one picked out for tonight," she informed the other Úmaia. "But you can take one of the others." With a wink, she added, "I caught one of Varda's that might suit your taste." 

"Mmh..." Thuringwethil chewed on her bottom lip, smiling as if she was already envisioning warm, sweet blood in her mouth. "That sounds wonderful. I'll take you up on this – thank you kindly, dear." 

"Always, little bat." 

Nári watched her leave, then turned towards her original destination. Indeed, there was a special prize waiting for her in her chambers, and she would be sure to savour the experience. 

Bound to a metal chair with fiery threads resembling her whip was none other than Uinen, her hands tied behind her back and her legs secured on top of the armrests, leaving her exposed. Nári smiled to herself; as difficult as it was to subdue a water spirit when one's form was at risk of being harmed by the accursed element, leaving her like this, so beautifully helpless and ready to be toyed with, had been even more difficult. 

It was rather convenient that Uinen had opted to leave her usual fishtail behind to come on land; it would be a shame if she had no legs to spread. 

Her own tail flicked impatiently when Nári circled her new favourite catch. To see one whose element always sought to snuff out the fire nurturing her and her brothers subjected to the burn of her own was immensely pleasing. Uinen's hair normally dripped with water and her skin used to be sleek, cool and wet, but both had long since dried up, leaving her without its protection. Small whimpers fell from her lips when her fiery restraints mercilessly singed her fána, and the endless, wavy tresses of her hair were losing their lustre. 

"It seems as though your husband hasn't come to save you after all," Nári said, leaning closer from behind the other Maia to purr in her ear. "But don't take it personally – I'm sure he's been captured or slain in the meantime."

The only response Uinen gave was shaking her head vehemently. Nári felt a tiny twinge of irritation; as fun as it was to mock the predictable naivety of her enemies, she had grown tired of the blind faith many of her playthings seemed to have in their spouses and partners. Ossë, admittedly, was an opponent she wouldn't enjoy fighting – but he too would have to face the combined wrath of the Balrogs, and only a Vala could hope to survive that. 

I shall have her instead. I will burn his touch from her skin until nothing is left.

Her patience waning fast, Nári knelt down in front of Uinen and between her legs, a gesture of mocking reverence. 

Water spirit or not, her new toy was beautiful – the blue tint of her skin reminded her of Melkor's fires, her long turquoise hair fell down her slender shoulders and her large, dark blue eyes were adorable, especially when looking down at her with such delicious fear. Whatever clothing Uinen had worn had been burned away a long time ago, and Nári lazily reached out to cup her chest with one hand. It was big enough to nearly cover it, and she gave the soft flesh a few experimental tugs and squeezes. 

Uinen averted her gaze in shame and pressed her lips together to force down any noises of discomfort. Her fána was so wonderfully delicate and pliable, as if it had been made for someone else to toy with, and Nári felt the fire inside her burn hotter with every passing second. This was exactly what she had been desiring for a long time now, a pretty little plaything to call her own... and one that would live long enough to entertain her. 

"You try being quiet, but rest assured I'll make you scream," she laughed and punished Uinen for her silence with a sharp tug on one of her nipples before letting her large hand glide down her torso. Only small hints of muscle, mostly soft flesh to dig her claws into – just the way she liked it. For now, however, another part of the smaller Maia's anatomy demanded her attention. 

Uinen's womanhood was the one part of her fána that retained its wetness, glistening underneath the Balrog's covetous gaze. Normally hidden between her shapely thighs, her current position put it on full display, to be admired... and to be used. 

Nári traced her folds with the tip of her clawed index finger and felt her own arousal flare up when Uinen let out a whimper. 

"You like this, huh?" 

"N-no..." Squeezing her eyes shut, Uinen then muttered one tiny, breathy, "Please..." 

"You're cute when you beg. You should do it more," was all Nári said in response. Her grin put her fangs on display. 

She took in the alluring sight in front of her, briefly contemplating her next step – she could find out how Uinen tasted or how much she could fit inside her or... how many more sweet noises she could make. 

All in due time, Nári reminded herself. For now though, she decided on the latter. 

With surprisingly gentle movements, she pulled up the small hood to reveal the rosy pearl hidden underneath, causing Uinen to shiver from anticipation. Nári drew a few teasing circles with her claw, then pressed the pad of her thumb against it and began rubbing it. The heat and rough texture of her skin brought pain and pleasure alike to her lovely captive, as she intended: It was a form of art, blending these two sensations together and watching her playthings come undone. 

Uinen was soon writhing beautifully, her muscles tense, her limbs fighting against the fiery bonds that held her. From her plump purple lips fell moans, gasps and whines alike, though no more pleas for mercy. She had accepted her fate and was trying to preserve her dignity, something that Nári would delight in taking away from her in time. 

The Balrog was relentless in her pursuit of her unwilling partner's pleasure, increasing the speed and pressure of her movements until Uinen's inability to get away from the sheer onslaught and intensity of the sensations she was subjected to had her sobbing. Her release was approaching fast – the tenseness and twitching of her thighs made it obvious – but Nári was not feeling merciful. She might have considered letting the smaller Maia climax if she had begged for it. 

Keeping a close eye on Uinen, she brought her to the very edge only to withdraw and deny her release by pinching her swollen pearl with two claws. She was rewarded with an ear-splitting scream and uncontrollable sobbing, pain and frustration alike rippling through her captive's bound form. 

Nári had to suppress a groan; the view, the sounds, her own arousal rising within her, it all felt exquisite. 

"You didn't think it would be this easy, did you?" she laughed and leaned forward. Her hot tongue greedily lapped up the wetness threatening to drip out of Uinen and teased her sensitive, abused flesh. Her slightly salty taste was addictive. 

"We'll play this game all night," Nári purred between long, indulgent licks. "And if you beg, I might eventually let you cum."

Thanks for reading! ♡

[sonicgirlsmackdown]

Sonic Girl Smackdown Round 2: Game Edition! :D

Schedule for when rounds will take place to be out soon!

Matchups under the cut c:

Left Side:

Blaze the Cat vs. Lumina

Caliburn vs. Trip (Sonic Superstars)

Zeena the Zeti vs. MAIA

Cream the Rabbit vs. Emerl (I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE THEYRE GOING UP AGAINST EACH OTHER NOOOOOO)

Vanilla the Rabbit vs. The Conductor's Wife

Sticks the Badger vs. Gabby (Sonic X-treme)

Sage Robotnik vs. Giganto

President's Secretary (sa2) vs. Civilian Mom (sa2)

Doc Ginger (Sonic Boom) vs. Sally Acorn (Sonic Spinball)

Right Side:

Rouge the Bat vs. Wave the Swallow

Shahra vs. [Rouge/Wave]

Amy Rose vs. Merlina

Princess Elise the Third vs. Lady Goat

Tikal the Echidna vs. Sir Percival

Honey the Cat vs. Marine the Raccoon

Shade the Echidna vs. Perci Bandicoot

Maria Robotnik vs. Nimue

Bunnie Rabbot (Sonic Spinball) vs. Metal Sonic

[lunaryugamine]

So these are my thoughts on a Spy x Family/Batman fanfic AU based on @reineydraws very cute and fun art that I'll write someday in the vague future. My Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun AU takes precedent over this, but I wanted to get this out because it's been eating my brain.

I will admit that I have read almost no Batman comics or watched TV shows but I started reading fanfic for it and now the Batfam runs through my brain 24/7. I am currently reading the Young Justice comics, though, and will be reading more when I'm done with that.

So here's how I'm mashing the two canons together: this is a no superheroes AU where no one has any powers (except Anya and other potential government experiments that haven't come up) and the Spy x Family universe is farther in the future so there's computers and cell phones (the reason why is shown later). Also, Eden Academy is slightly more accepting of strange familial situations (at least for Bruce Wayne) and less obsessed with image because I can't imagine canon Eden Academy accepting a disabled Babs. That's the main setting, but the characters are far more important to me.

Bruce Wayne was orphaned in the war but since this setting actually has therapists he's a lot more well-adjusted and does not go out dressed as a bat to beat up criminals, which is good because Ostania is a police state and they would not tolerate that. The country does, however, have an organization like WISE who also doesn't want another war, and Bruce is involved with that, using his Brucie persona to get information on warmongers in the government. That organization (which doesn't have a name yet) works tentatively with WISE but they don't exactly trust one another. Unfortunately, Donovan Desmond fucking hates Brucie Wayne and so doesn't interact with him at the Imperial Scholars gatherings, leading to Operation Strix still needing to be done. He's beloved by the city of Berlint, just like the Wayne's are in Gotham, which is a big reason why Dick and Jason are able to be accepted into Eden Academy late and Damian without a mom. Twilight is aware that there's a person in the upper echelons of Ostania but doesn't know who it is and is trying to figure it out. Bruce uses his money to make social programs to uplift his fellow citizens in poverty because if you're rich that's what you should do or I'll fucking hate you.

Dick Grayson is still an orphaned circus acrobat (although here his parents deaths are a legitimate tragic accident) that Bruce adopts who is able to get into Eden late due to his intelligence, athleticism, and lots and lots of bribes. Instead of the Court of Owls, he's connected to the Garden here and the Shopkeeper is his relative instead of William Cobb. Bruce is very adamant that Dick is not involved with that, so while Dick knows about the Garden and it's members, he's more involved with the organization Bruce is in. He is legitimately friends with Demetrius Desmond, but his relationship to his father is like Damian's (who is an unreliable narrator when it comes to his family) so he has no information for Dick to get for the organization. He's also close friends with Babs.

Barbara is the daughter of the police commissioner who isn't involved in the SS and is still disabled because she was kind of a gamechanger in comics with her disability so I want to keep that. I haven't decided whether she was born with it or if it was an injury but she still has a wheelchair. Babs is also still Oracle (which is why I need the technology to be updated) and is a hacker similar to maia arson crimew IRL (god bless it) who leaks documents of crimes the Ostanian government has done, and has to be very careful to never reveal her identity because she would immediately be detained, tortured, and killed. Thankfully, very few people would suspect that Oracle is a disabled teenage girl at Eden Academy. No one except Tim, that is.

Jason meets Bruce after trying to jack his car wheels and Bruce takes one look at this child and thinks "Mine" and so Jason is adopted. He is also accepted at Eden Academy late because of his stellar academics and because Bruce had already set a precedent. He's a good athlete, but he's not a prodigious gymnast like Dick so that's not part of why he gets in. Unlike Bruce and Dick, he's not involved in the organization. Instead he's involved in the groups of civilians who are against the police state. In the manga, the only resistance groups are people who are willing to put innocent people in danger, which sucks a lot. The organization Jason's involved in would absolutely kill some government officials but wouldn't get civilians harmed. Duke is also involved in this, but he's a minor character and I'm already juggling so many characters but imagine Duke and Jason working together in a gang setting. DC, why have you not done this already?

Cass (OP didn't include Cass in the original post but I love Cass so she's being included) was still trained to be an assassin from birth with David Cain being part of the Garden, but the Shopkeeper actually has some morals and is horrified when he sees what's been done to Cass, maybe when she's around 9 years old and Cain shows her off to the Shopkeeper, expect him to be impressed. Manipulating children into being assassins is one thing, but training a child to be a weapon and literally nothing else is another, so Cain is disposed of (maybe by Yor) and the Shopkeeper sends Cass to be taken care of by Bruce because he knows that he's a good dad because he takes care of Dick. Unfortunately because she's spent her entire life up to this point not being able to speak or read, she's not able to catch up in school enough to be accepted into Eden Academy, but she is able to go to a school that focuses on dance and she lives her dreams of being a ballerina and meets Steph there, maybe doing another type of dance because I can't imagine Steph as a ballerina. She's not involved in politics the way her brothers and father are, but that's okay because she deserves to just be happy.

Tim is the neighbor of Bruce Wayne who, when Bruce realizes is horribly neglected, unofficially adopts him and eventually sues the Drakes for child abuse and officially adopts him. He was already in Eden Academy so that's not a problem. Tim doesn't have a Batman to obsess over in this universe, but he does have an Oracle to obsess over. He somehow finds out Oracle's identity (I'll figure out how later) and begs to be her apprentice, and she eventually takes him on because Tim is stubborn AF and also a talented hacker in his own right. He's best friends with Conner, the son of reporters Clark and Lois Kent (who report critcal things that the government is doing with pseudonyms), because I'm weak for their relationship. I want to add the rest of the Core Four but I don't know how so we'll see how that goes. He suspects that Bruce and Dick are part of the secret organization and that Jason is part of the civilian resistance to the police state but doesn't want to be involved with that because he's already involved with resistance work and the less he knows the better in case he's found out by the government.

Damian is the actual son of Bruce and Talia, who met on a business trip Bruce or Talia took and they had a fling which resulted in Damian. Ra's doesn't have access to a Lazarus Pit here because those don't exist so he's just a normal cult leader who's been dead before Talia and Bruce meet. Talia has turned the cult's assets into a business venture so Damian has an actually fairly normal, if spoiled and also full of martial arts training because that's still important to Talia, upbringing. Bruce and Talia share custody and Damian stays with his father for the school year and with his mother during breaks. Bruce and Talia may still be in love. I don't know, I'll figure it out. Anyway, Damian has a huge rivalry with the other Damian because they're both sons of influential people with a chip on their shoulder, but they're also foils because Damian W actually has a loving family and Damian D doesn't. Damian W befriends Anya and Becky specifically because he wants to annoy Damian D but eventually becomes legitimately fond of them (and Damian D and his friends) but he will never admit it. He's just as much of a tsundere as the other Damian, just in a platonic way. Damian also faces racism due to his brown skin (BECAUSE HE'S DARK OKAY DC LET HIM BE A POC).

The actual story will have some focus on the little shenanigans of the kids at Eden like in SxF (including the older kids), but instead of focusing on Twilight and Yor, the other part will focus on the Wayne's and their allies political maneuverings, but also some slice-of-life with Cass because she deserves it. We may have some small flashes to the Forger family, but they're not the focus. There will also be Batfam fluff because I'm a sucker for that.

[edwinspaynes]

malec, clace, sizzy, haline, maia x bat (do they have a name?)

Sizzy

Clace

Malec

Haline

Maia/Bat (I don't think they have one but idk? Lol)

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The First Night

Pairing: Thuringwethil x Mairon

Themes: Smut | Soft 

Warnings: Kissing | Penetrative Sex | Foreplay | First time (for both) | Oral (fem receiving)

Word count: 2.8k words

Summary: Thuringwethil and Mairon have settled in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, and finally get to have a proper suite of rooms to themselves. The rest are away in the halls feasting, leaving them to their own devices. 

This was inspired by @cilil​ Angbang posts.

Rating: 🔥

Minors DNI | 18+

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The feast lasted long into the night. 

They ate and drank and ate some more, creating a filthy mess in the halls. No one was bothered as their new prisoners would have to clean up after them. And there were many prisoners now that the island had fallen.

Tol Sirion was renamed Tol-in-Gaurhoth and was firmly under new command. The Maia, whom many called Mairon, ruled it, and he was nowhere to be seen. Only one other being knew where he was, and she too was nowhere to be seen.

And no lowly orc would dare question their absence, especially if they knew what was good for them.

                                                      …….

"How did it feel, my jewel, your first taste of blood?" said Mairon. He leaned against a doorpost, watching while his companion examined herself. 

Thuringwethil gazed at her reflection in the mirror and inspected her mouth, searching for the fangs that were no longer there. Her first proper battle in the form of a bat was easy, but her jaws were still a little sore and her head had been spinning. It was the first time she had taken a life and consumed blood besides. "Strange," she mumbled. "And so exhilarating." She looked over her shoulder, smiling at him. "I never thought blood could taste so sweet or leave me feeling so full."

"Then you can have your fill of our prisoners, for there are many of them," Mairon looked around, taking in the elegance of their rooms and approving thoroughly. Yes, these chambers were now their rooms, where they could be together freely. No more waiting on the approval of others; no more rigid formality. Oh, Mairon liked formality, as it meant order and everything functioning as it should, but when it came to her? Mairon thought formality could take a flying leap. "Too many, I think." 

Thuringwethil chuckled. "I thought our lord wanted prisoners? Live ones?" She tilted her head to one side and studied him. 

Mairon was still as ethereal as the first moment she saw him, tall, proud, and otherworldly in his countenance. And that hair of his. Oh, how often she fantasized about wrapping her fingers around those fiery gold strands. When Mairon arched a quizzical brow, her cheeks warmed almost immediately, and she looked away. She wanted him, had always wanted him, she just wasn't sure if she was going to make the first move or not. It was unseemly at one point, to just give oneself without the blessings of others, to forego all the rituals and the vows that needed to be said. But now… 

"Lord Melkor only insisted a handful be kept alive, just enough to serve us." Mairon shut the door, taking care to turn the key. He didn't want them to be disturbed tonight. "He said we can treat the rest as we see fit." 

Thuringwethil could hear the key turning in the lock and Mairon's heavy boots thumping softly against the thick carpets. She swallowed, a hum rising from the back of her throat, her heart hammering away in her chest. Was he going to do it tonight? Take that leap and make her his in every way? 

"And what do you think of these chambers, my jewel? Do they please you?" Mairon was close, so close. She felt it—his fingers running through her hair, his breath, and how the warmth of it made goosebumps rise all over her flesh. 

"I..." she took a deep breath, her entire body trembling when those same fingers let go of her hair and ran down her waist. "I love these rooms, beloved. They are perfect." 

"Perfect for many things, my jewel," Mairon crooned in her ear, his own body trembling with growing need. It had been so very long since that first chaste kiss and Mairon could wait no longer. He let his hands wander, let them slide over the laces that bound the back of her dress, and let his fingers do the rest. "If you wish for it, of course." 

And how he hoped she'd wish for it, how he hoped she'd say yes. Thuringwethil closed her eyes as laces came undone and her dress loosened at the shoulders. She took another sharp breath when a large palm glided over exposed flesh. Her head tilted to one side when that palm moved to her shoulder, then her neck. Oh, to have that hand all over her body. Thuringwethil trembled and said, "Yes. I wish for it."

Mairon's eyes gleamed like fire in the light of nearby tapers. He pulled away and took her hand. And before she could even think, he turned her and drew her to him, his lips seeking hers.  

His kiss was unexpected and warm, making her head reel. The soft sounds that rose from the back of her throat, a dreamy mix of whimpers and sighs, inflamed him. How long Mairon had dreamed of this moment, of a night like this, he could not tell. His lips plundered, his tongue slipping past her parted lips and taking in the warmth of her mouth. So sweet. Everything about this kiss was so sweet, and intoxicating. It consumed them both. When Thuringwethil hummed again, this time in a soft purr, Mairon scooped her up and carried her to bed.  

The bed was as soft as Thuringwethil thought it would be, but she didn’t have time to truly enjoy it. Mairon’s mouth opened over hers, his eyes closing even as his body trembled with growing desire. Her lips parted nervously this time, her soft sigh sounding so lovely to him. She shivered when a strong, sturdy hand pulled up the skirts of her dress before going back to gliding over her thigh. And those lips that kept devouring hers—how hot and sweet and sinful they felt as they skimmed over her mouth. She could feel her body yielding, her arousal already pooling between her thighs. Thuringwethil sighed, unable to deny the very physical reaction to his touch.  

Mairon helped her up, settling her on his lap and nuzzling her throat as she did so. She still smelled of wildflowers, even after so many moons serving Melkor. Her black hair had grown even longer, and Mairon had always wanted to see it spread over the pillows under a spill of light from one of the two trees. Alas, the trees were no more, and he had to content himself with the light from a few tapers. He kissed his way over soft curves and dips, groaning when he felt her pulse scrambling just beneath the skin. The pleasure came, slowly and prickling, just under his skin. He touched her with uncommon tenderness, giving himself over to the temptation to touch and tease, encouraging her to do the same.

Thuringwethil was unsure whether she was supposed to touch him or not, but she did anyway, sneaking a hand under his tunic and running it over supple muscle. Mairon moaned and held her even closer, his breath growing ragged and shallow when her hand glided over his skin, setting fire wherever they touched. His mouth kept tracing its way over her throat, this time nipping and tugging softly, leaving little patches of purple and red to bloom in their wake. That made her grind her hips into him, and his heart thudded in furious response. He let go and tugged at his tunic, lifting it and pulling it off of him. He didn’t even have time to toss it to the ground before she made an impatient sound and dragged him in with a frantic, hungry kiss. Mairon surrendered briefly before pulling away again, laughing breathily when she whined.  

He kept grinning when setting her down. "Patience, my jewel," he said as he pushed himself out of bed to undress. First, his boots had to go, then his breeches. "There is no rush."

Her retort died when he rid himself of the last of his clothes and stood before her, and soft yellow light danced around his naked form. Thuringwethil blushed furiously before looking away and dithering, not knowing what to do or even say. 

The room went silent. The weight of the bed then shifted. She picked up the pleasing scent of smoke and leather. A finger curled under her chin, tilting it up. "Look at me, my jewel. Do not be afraid to look at me." 

And look at him she did, her eyes filling with desire and lust even as they drank in the hardened body that rose before her. She swallowed as her gaze traveled the expanse of his form. He was perfect. She thought Mairon was perfect. And he was hers, no one else’s. When Mairon held out a hand in invitation, she went very willingly, a gasp ripping through her when he hooked his arms around her and pulled her in for a rough, desperate kiss, one that made her entire body yearn with need. "I will be as gentle as I can," he promised, his hands sneaking under her skirts.  

Mairon had heard the gossip among the Eldar, the things they whispered to each other about what they did with their spouses and how wonderful it all felt. He would scoff at such matters when he heard them, dismissing them as unnecessary and meaningless distractions, but now...

Now he understood. The moment he felt her bare flesh and how gloriously warm it felt beneath his palm, he understood. Oh, but it was more than just wonderful to him, more than just a meaningless distraction. He wanted to feel more of it, to feel more of her—those wondrous sensations that ripped through him every time he kissed or even touched her.  

He tugged at her dress and pulled it up her waist and over her outstretched arms. It joined the little pile on the floor. Mairon then brushed back her hair, cradling her face with both hands. Molten eyes raked over her body, delighting in what they saw. Aulë had always counseled him to choose well, and Mairon was grateful that he heeded. "You are breathtaking, my jewel," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "And tonight, I am going to make you mine." 

"I have always been yours," She murmured in a shaky voice. And she'd always imagined this night, of him taking her, of his body covering hers, but imagining what might happen and experiencing it in the flesh were two entirely different things. She trembled from more than a little fear. 

"Shhh my jewel," Pleased by her words, Mairon crooned as he rubbed her back to soothe her. "Do not fret, hmm? Just trust me with this." 

Thuringwethil was able to say, "I do trust you, beloved," before Mairon sought her lips again. This time, his kisses weren’t light. They devoured, robbing her of her breath, reducing her very bones to water. A moan escaped her lips, one that was soft and tinged with desire. Mairon’s hold on her tightened, bringing her even closer one last time before he lowered her onto the bed. 

His hands were everywhere. Gliding over her thighs and skimming over her torso, he made her body burn with just a touch of his fingers. His lips moved all over her too, kissing, nipping, and tugging, gently at first, then harder, reducing her to a whimpering mess. Thuringwethil was flushed and trembling when he moved to her legs, his lips settling over the wetness between her thighs.  

"M-mairon," she couldn’t help but gasp and whimper. Her hands snaked over to bury themselves in his hair, her body shaking as his tongue laved at her heat, as his lips skimmed over and around her folds. It was torture, but of the most pleasurable kind. Her eyes closed, and she hummed when an arm moved over to her belly, weighing her down and stopping her from squirming so much.  

Mairon moaned when her legs moved to rest over his shoulders or her hands bunched up in his hair. He pressed his lips deeper, his tongue moving flat against her trembling nub, his body growing drunk to the sounds she made, those soft mewls and whimpers that rolled over her lips. It was good. It was all so good. He had imagined this night going a thousand different ways, but not like this. He groaned when Thuringwethil bucked against him, her grip on his hair tightening as her body grew taut like a bow string. She arched her back one last time, her body trembling violently. Mairon delighted in her cries of ecstasy, moaning when she poured against his mouth.  

The room went blissfully silent and she heard nothing save for her ragged breath. She licked her lips and opened her eyes, her chest heaving like she was a mortal who had been running non-stop for hours. In all her days in Valinor, she had only listened to what the married ellith would gossip about with her and the others, the things they did with their eager husbands. It made her want such experiences for herself. Now she experienced the sheer pleasure of such a union, and she knew this was not all. 

Mairon kissing his way back up her body proved it. "Are you ready, my jewel?" He asked.    

Thuringwethil didn't answer with words. She reared up and dragged him in with a kiss, her legs hooking around his hips. Mairon felt like he was drowning in a dark wave of desire. He shivered when the insides of her thighs rubbed against his and when her arms circled his waist. 

Gently now, he told himself. 

He propped himself up on one elbow to avoid crushing her, rubbing his tip against her entrance, teasing her, and moaning when he felt how hot and wet she was to him. Thuringwethil was no longer in the mood for subtle teasing and gentle overtures. "Now," her demand came out strangled and hungry. "Please. For goodness sake, now." 

With a growl, Mairon crushed her lips with his, distracting her as he plunged in with one deep stroke. Her eyes flew wide open with shock, then slowly closed when he started to rock over her, sinking his length into her as deep and as hard as he could. Every time his lips opened over hers she could taste herself on his tongue, and savoured it. Mairon grabbed onto a limp hand with his, interlacing his fingers around hers and pinning her arm to the bed as he continued to ravage her, desire and arousal hitting him in waves whenever she arched into him or her nails scoured his back.  

She listened to half-mumbled words, soft vows, and solemn promises, returning them with equal feeling. The pain she felt at first turned into something else—something that grew and grew until it was about to consume her whole. 

Mairon found himself spellbound by how wonderful she felt beneath him, how they fit so perfectly together. “Your body and spirit were made for me,” he breathed, delighting in the whimpers and mewls that turned into deep and satisfying moans. “So perfect, my jewel.” 

Staring up into those molten gold eyes, she marveled how they always seemed to burn like that only for her. When she reached up and traced a line over his cheekbone, he sighed and closed his eyes. Oh, she would never tire of hearing that sigh. “As you are to me,” she gasped when he moved. “I want you, beloved.” 

“Then think of me,” Mairon whispered, “Think only of me.” 

She found herself being pushed back into the bed with each thrust and she surrendered to the wild demands of her body, just like she yielded once more to the demands of his lips. His name came out like a sob, and her legs scrabbled for purchase against his back, her ears filling with the sounds of his hips slapping against the insides of her thighs. Mairon pulled away and let go of her hand, cupping her cheek to make her look at him. 

Seeing those ruby-red eyes darkened and heady with lust made him groan as he plunged harder and faster. "Let go for me, my jewel," he breathed. "Let go." 

Thuringwethil somehow managed to keep her attention on him for as long as she could, her eyes closing only at the last moment as her whole body shook beneath him and his name blew past her lips in soft cries. The world seemed to stop spinning even as she trembled and trembled, and so replete was she in that blissful state that she barely heard him moan long and deep as he plunged one last time before spilling his seed inside her.  

Mairon hovered over her, trying to catch his breath. There would be more nights like this; he planned on making sure of it, but what happened tonight he would always cherish through the ages. He cupped her cheek again, dipping in to kiss her softly.  

There was tenderness this time, not heated passion. Thuringwethil felt like pouting when he pulled out and rolled onto his side, but she grew content when he reached over and pulled her until she was nestled safely against him. There were no words this time. Words would have simply ruined the magic that shrouded them. Mairon brushed back her hair and watched her eyes soften as she took him in. 

Oh there were many more nights after this, but tonight would be the one that remained with them always.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ꒰🌸꒱ vanimóre ៸៸ 

❀ ˙ ˖ “ sweet thing, there's no need to fear, ’

·⊰ kin: maia, general of angband 

·⊰ epithets: carnërossë ( q ): "crimson rain" ( one of his main titles for one of his signature's is down-pouring crimson rain ), manardur ( q ): "servant of fate'' ( a name given to him when he was námo's herald ), tolino ( q ): "puppeteer'' ( dubbed this due to his control over the dead ), lómindil ( q ): ''friend of twilight" ( the name he goes under when he is disguised as an elf )

·⊰ sex: male 

·⊰ hair colour: dark brown, appears black

·⊰ eye colour: crimson red 

·⊰ mbti: entj

·⊰ face claims: ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

·⊰ about: right off the bat, one of the common ways to describe vanimóre would be as cruel and cunning. directly below mairon in terms of ranking, he can also be described as rather laid-back, however, this doubles over as malicious amusement. long has he abandoned the ways of his former lord námo, and is said to not have a single speck of righteousness left in him — although that could be left for debate. he has long, dark brown hair that almost appears black, this reaches his lower-back. both of his eyes are crimson yet only the left has a slitted pupil and eye-whites. his right eye is covered by a black eyepatch, however, it is not present, one can see that he has a cursed mark within his eye, that bears no pupil nor eye-whites and is simply pure crimson. his skin is pale and he stands broad, with a tall form of 8'2'' ( 248cm ). his hands extend long, claw-like nails which are often painted black, his fingers are often littered in rings. at times he wears black lipstick and pairs this with dark eyeliner. his ears are pierced a couple of times with black studs, his left ear has three small hoops around his helix. at times he bears a tongue piercing. his clothing style consists of red and black, hanfu-styled robes. he is known to wear black heeled-boots as well. 

vanimóre has always been up for jokes, to the point where some in valinor always saw him as harmless. even in angband, he has retained that joking behaviour, which might lead the opposition to feel as though he is of lesser evil than the other two, or not as much of a threat. this is a mistake on their part for he has a cunning intelligence that is masked by this joking nature. as not only angband’s third-in-command but also a strategist, it is to be expected. many who know his tales might consider him to be quite creepy, with a humour that only grows darker as the ages go on. he certainly acts the part with his manipulation over the dead. he loves to play on people’s fears, to the point where his powerset might have been mistaken as fear manipulation instead. he has great pride, ambition and arrogance. he does have a bit of temper that is often masked by his joking nature, in fact, his anger sometimes comes off as such — a malicious type of humour that can quickly become deadly. while it is speculated that the maia has no redeeming qualities left in him, it is not impossible to draw a softer side out of him — one that was present all those aeons ago. however, who knows how much work that would take. 

formerly the herald of námo, vanimóre was a renowned maia of mana, alongside his younger sister erulissë. being the vala of fate’s right-hand-man it is only natural that he was gifted a portion of foresight — yet this was only accessible in the form of sporadic visions through his right eye of which were only glimpses. yet vanimóre sought out more, and felt as though his abilities could have grown. an excellent mind by nature, he dabbled in things such as invention — this soon extended to his manipulation over mana. as such, he learns a dark secret. . . that he can potentially draw energy from the fëa around him. he started experimenting in secret, seeing how far he could get with this and what it could mean for his excel in power. alas, when námo found out, he was enraged and condemned his maia. as punishment, he curses vanimóre’s right eye through which he saw visions — resulting in a curse mark upon that eye. while námo intended on merely taking the foresight away, it seems that vanimóre’s eye is now cursed instead. he still sees glimpses of the future, but only the bad, horrific outcomes. from there, he was banned from the halls of mandos. coincidentally, this occurred directly after the release of melkor from the halls of mandos, who had heard of what transpired. he began worming his way into the maia’s mind and corrupting his thoughts further. after the destruction of the trees, vanimóre joins melkor’s forces and works his way up to being the general of angband. it is here that he truly allows himself to delve into his darker ability: to manipulate the corpses of incarnates and sometimes even beyond. it is said that when he is on the battlefield, nightmares ensue —  with the dead rising under his control and attacking their own. after the war of wrath, he goes into hiding. once the 4th age rolls around, he leaves for valinor in disguise as an elf. he dwells in valinor under the guise of lómindil. there’s no telling what he’s planning now.

with a lover, vanimóre is surprisingly capable and can be quite affectionate when it comes down to it. while it might take some time to worm him out of his darker, sinister shell, once he's out you just must regret it. simply put: he is a very teasing lover, and delights greatly in seeing your cheeks flush or making you shy and embarrassed. be this with physical affection or teasing words. he's always there to crack a joke, or lighten your mood up. his physical affection sometimes outweighs his verbal affection and teases — he adores making you flustered with his actions. be it kissing you until you're breathless or wrapping his arms around you at the most random of times, to simply scooping you up whenever he pleases. tickles, ear-nips, random kisses, you name it. this maia is particularly protective of you, especially because he is well aware that he has pissed off enough people in his lifetime to put you at risk. another thing to note is that vanimóre is plagued by nightmares and his horrible visions. he might not open up about them at first, so it will take some time. 

·⊰ strengths: 

❀ ˙ ˖ reverse/corrupt mana — as opposed to his sister's mana, his allows him to harness the energy of incarnate's fëa in a harmful manner and create physical manifestations of a crimson energy force. he can use this both defensively and offensively.. this also allows him to trap a person’s  ( typically an incarnate’s ) fëa in their body just before they die. this puts the victim into a ‘zombie’-like state of which he can control. which is why he is dubbed “the puppeteer of the dead’’. he controls them with his music, often his flute.

❀ ˙ ˖ combat — he is exceptionally skillful in the art of combat 

❀ ˙ ˖ intellect — he is an inventor by nature and thus has a certain knack for crafting all sorts of nifty ideas and objects. he also doubles over as angband's strategist 

·⊰ weaknesses: 

❀ ˙ ˖ foresight — previously a strength, his now cursed eye gives him glimpses of the future: however, only the horrid and overexaggerated bad outcomes. this is triggered by just about anything and due to its severity, can render him in a state of shock. he often bleeds from his cursed eye and experiences severe migraines, depending on how bad the vision is 

·⊰ trivia 

❀ ˙ ˖ pure/holy mana — the mana that his sister obtains. it is the direct opposition to his element and can either render his attacks void or do a considerable amount of damage to him

❀ ˙ ˖ his name means ''beautiful darkness'' in quenya 

❀ ˙ ˖ his epithet, carnërossë, is given to him because of his tendency to make crimson rain fall from the sky. it is said that this is what marks his arrival and strikes fear into his opponents' hearts

❀ ˙ ˖ he suffers a lot to due his cursed eye and can sometimes go into seizures 

❀ ˙ ˖ he has a fondness for snakes and has a few pets  

❀ ˙ ˖ deep down, he is a little frightened of námo after what was done to his eye. he does not get along with mairon at all 

❀ ˙ ˖ another signature that marks his presence is the shrill of a flute. his music is often characterised by the flute 

❀ ˙ ˖ his cursed eye has a clear cursed mark in it, which is why he often wears the eyepatch 

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What other TSC ships do you ship?

I'm not sure which ones you know about besides Clace in my username and icon, but I'm just going to list everything❤️ it's not fully in order, but my favorites are the top one of each

The Infernal Devices:

Will x Tessa

Jem x Tessa

I'm fine with Herongraystairs as a whole when I see it because I love Will and Jem dynamic, but I don't typically go searching for it. I just love to stumble upon it

Sophie x Gideon

Henry x Charlotte

Cecily x Gabriel

The Last Hours

James x Cordelia

Lucie x Jesse

Matthew x James

Anna x Ariadne

Thomas x Alastair

I don't mind Cordelia x Lucie either but it's not so much as shipping as it is not not shipping. I just don't mind it.

The Mortal Instruments

Clace of course

Simon x Izzy

Alec x Magnus

Jocelyn x Luke

Maia x Jordan

Maia x Bat

There are some ships I don't mind seeing but don't really ship. But for the most part, the above is it.

The Dark Artifices

Julian x Emma

Mark x Kieran x Christina

Kit x Ty

I havent actually finished this series, though I've skimmed through the last book for information on certain topics. I need to read the whole series again. It's been a while since I finished book 2.

Favorite Ships

Clace

Herondaisy

Malec

Sizzy

Julian x Emma

Herongraystairs

I tend to love the main ships the most because they give the most content. And I tend to prefer main characters so my heart is more attached to the main ships because it's more attached to the mains. And since The Mortal Instruments is the main TSC series, Clace, Sizzy, and Malec all hold a special place in my heart. Even if I mostly post about Clace over the other two. Clace is one of my all time favorite ships

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It’s been a long, long time (A TMI gang fanfic)

[fluff, 2731 words]

“A little higher on the right, Magnus.“

Blue sparks flew through the air as the warlock followed the direction from Clary Fairchild, who ran around the hall with two strings of fairy lights.

“Like this, biscuit?”

Clary looked over to him and a warm and brilliant smile showed on her face.

“It’s perfect, Magnus. Speaking of biscuits, Jace and Alec are over in the kitchen. Would you check how the cookies are doing for me, please?”

“Of course, dear.”, Magnus said and shortly rested his gaze on the redhead before walking out of the otherwise rather empty trainings room.

Since Clary and Jace took over the New York Institute, things have been changing.

They both wanted to make the Institute a more inclusive and warm place, that can be called a home. Home gained a lot of different definitions for Clary in the last years, from what Magnus could figure. Both her and Jace had felt like they belonged somewhere else, to Valentine, to the Mundane world and many other places. When he had tea-time with Clary, she told him that Jace and her had talked about the past and shown each other things that made them feel at home.

For Clary, Christmas had been a huge factor. Opening presents around the Christmas tree, singing soppy songs and drinking eggnog were hers and Jocelyns traditions.

Jace and Clary then went on to the idea of a huge Christmas celebration on the 27th December with all their loved ones and after they visited Tessa in Cirenworth, who told them about the balls she used to organize at the London Institute, they were firmly convinced to plan a formal dance with a Christmas theme in their own Institute.

As a party planner with quite the experiences, Magnus found this to be a wonderful idea. And he didn’t hesitate with helping Clary and Jace. It was great to see all his friends- his family to finally live the happy end they had always deserved.

“Baking is an art, not a science, Alec.”

“If that were true, there wouldn’t be instructions.”

Muffled talking was audible from the Institute’s kitchen and Magnus chuckled as he recognized the voices. He opened the door.

“Don’t even try to interrupt him, he’s a quite stern believer in recipes.”, he said to Jace and walked over to Alec, putting his arms around his husband.

“Hey, I’m his parabatai, I know him longer than you. I lived through his manic cooking phase.”

Magnus squinted at Alec, who ducked his head.

“You don’t wanna know, trust me.”

The warlock laughed and kissed Alec, who pulled him in. Shortly after, a loud cough rose in the room.

“Excuse me, no making out in my kitchen! The only thing we’re making here today is cookies.”, Jace threatened the couple with his wooden spoon and then nodded into another direction.

“Cookies and gingerbread houses.”

“Don’t worry, Jace, I’m totally concentrated. Wither thou bakest, I will bake.”, Alec rolled his eyes at Magnus and joined the other again, selecting a new cookie cutter.

“You can tell Clary that were perfectly in time. Isabelle, Lily and Maia are still handing out all the invitations and they said they’ll bring us something from Taki’s for our lunch.”

Jace whispered something to Alec, who suppressed a sudden giggle.

“What is it?”, Magnus asked and Alec looked up, a brilliant smile on his face. So many smiles on so many faces. Magnus could get used to it.

“Nothing, just… I love you.”

Magnus grinned back at him: “I love you too, archer who never misses and baker who over-measures.”

“Save the sweets for the cookie dough.”, Jace groaned and threw a hand of flour in his parabatai’s face. Magnus decided to leave the fighting and cleaning up to them and made his way back to the trainings room.

“You lied to me!“

“I had to, Alec, there was no other way!”

“You could’ve lost everything, Izzy. We could’ve lost everything!”

“I sacrificed myself for all of you. Grasp the big picture, idiot!”

“I knew that you both were Werewolves!”, Jace screamed and threw his cards on the floor.

“I was the Witch. How convenient.”, Magnus revealed with a shrug and laid his card on the desk.

Alec and Izzy both slammed their Werewolf cards next to each other and after a while, Clary’s card joined them with a sigh from the redhead.

“Why am I always the Crying Girl? I don’t even know why they founded that role.”

Simon, who was already killed in the first round, fiddled with the Civilist card in his hand.

“Betrayed by my own girlfriend. How could you?”, he pointed a finger at Isabelle and fainted theatrically. The woman just chuckled and patted him on the back. Maia, who sat next to her, an arm around Bat, laughed and showed everyone her Archer card.

“Et tu, Brute?”, Simon asked her and Maia just shrugged playfully and winked at him.

“Every archer misses once in a while, my friend.”

“Everyone but mine.”, Magnus said proudly. Alec rolled his eyes fondly and intertwined their fingers.

“This was fun.”, Jace said, “Did you play this often when you were kids?”

Simon and Clary grinned at each other.

“We played it in school like all the time.”, Clary explained and leaned onto Jace’s shoulder, who played with her hair by stroking and braiding it.

“We did too. I was the Werewolf most of the time. But I think my life took that role a little bit too seriously.”, Maia noted and everyone laughed.

“You’re a very committed player, love.”, Bat told her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Maia grinned at him: “I know.”

“I should’ve brought Eliott with me.”, Lily sighed and showed a small smile, as Alec’s worried eyes rested on her. His husband gave Magnus an urgent look. Magnus nodded and they both changed seating places and joined the vampire. Alec squeezed himself next to her on the chair and Magnus sat on the floor, his head resting on Alec’s thigh.

“This is crazy. After all this time, all this pain, all this war, we’re sitting here. We’re playing games and we’re planning parties, it’s just-“

“-all very unfamiliar.”, Izzy ended Simon’s sentence and gripped his hand. Magnus knew who they were both thinking of. He could see it in their eyes. They were right. He would’ve loved this game.

“We all changed so much. And we’re still changing. I mean, look at us! Alec and Magnus are married and have kids now, Izzy and Simon found each other again after all this time, and I- I finally found out what love really is. What it feels like to love. And what it feels like to be loved.”, Jace said.

They all turned to him, a little surprised, yet with warm expressions on their faces.

“I think Valentine just turned in his nonexistent grave.”, Simon mentioned and smiled at Jace. Magnus noticed a sense of pride in his face. Jace scoffed and picked up his hot chocolate from the table.

“To us, whose existence alone pisses of Valentine!”

They all agreed and laughed while raising their cups. Magnus looked up and saw Alec, who was talking to Lily about a painting their youngest son Max had made for them this morning.

He smiled and closed his eyes, resting right there surrounded by his loved ones, Alec’s hand stroking through his dark strands. Yes, he could get used to that.

“The ball tomorrow will be a total success.”, he heard Izzy say before he slowly drifted off to sleep.

“I feel weird.”, Simon said and fiddled at his crooked tie. Magnus just sighed and slapped Simon’s hands to gain access to the ‘something’ around his neck.

“Trust me, Sheldon, Isabelle will love it.”

“I guess you’re right, Agnes.”, Simon replied dryly and Magnus scoffed before he patted the other’s tie one more time. He stepped back and examines his work. Maia stood next to them, fixing her own black tie she wore to go with her black suit.

“Guys, the guests are here.”, a voice raised from behind the door. Magnus opened it and smiled at Clary, who seemed a little stressed out.

“Hello biscuit, don’t worry, I already took over your paraba-to-do’s and forced Simon into this suit.”, he reported proudly and stepped aside. Clary gasped and ran over to Simon, who hugged her tightly.

“I’m ready, Fray.”, he said and let himself let pull out of the room by Clary.

Before they ran away, Clary turned to Magnus and whispered: “By the way, Alec needs your help with something in his old room.”

She waved Maia over to her and hooked her arm around the other girl’s and the three of them ran off together. Magnus looked in the mirror again, checking his white suit with decorated with silver gleaming sequins, who formed multiple swirly patterns all over his jacket, before he went down the hallways towards Alexander.

“Alec? Can I come in?”, Magnus asked and shortly was let in by Alec himself, who looked quite nervous. Lily also was in the room wearing a slim fit dress with a spider web pattern.

It definitely was a contrast to Alexander’s sky blue suit over a white undershirt.

“You know that there’s something like shirts, right?”

“Yes, but the one I wanted to wear today got used by Max as a canvas for his new art project.”

Magnus sighed fondly and conjured up a white shirt with patterned cufflinks.

“Trust me, they’ll go with your outfit.”, he said to Alec and send him to the bathroom.

“Where are Max and Rafe by the way?”, Lily asked Magnus while they were both waiting for his husband to get ready.

“Tessa’s other half and her son are watching them. Maybe we’ll get some picture updates, although we all have to let him get accustomed to technology.”, he told her and grinned softly. He was from another timeline after all.

“And here’s to me thinking Brother Snackariah’s pretty face would show up.”, Lily sighed and raised her imaginary glass.

“I’ll leave you to it though.”, she said and winked at him on her way out of the room.

“Ok, I’m done, how- where’s Lily?“

Alec stood in the doorway to the bathroom, looking like art, a beautiful yet moving painting Magnus wanted to keep forever. Framed on his wall, capturing the moment and the memories.

“Is it that bad?”, Alec asked now, dragging Magnus out of his daydream.

“Oh Alec, my love, my all, you look stunning.”, Magnus assured him and the Shadowhunter smiled. His brilliant smile. Ah, there it was again, Magnus thought.

“Wait,”, Magnus looked at Alec’s neck and gasped, “is that one if my necklaces?”

A gleaming silver chain with a small arrow adorned the space between the opened buttons.

“It kinda spoke to me, you know.”, Alec said cheekily and held out a hand. Magnus laced their fingers together and they both walked over to the party.

The trainings room looked stunning. Clary really planned every aspect of the hall to its full potential. She stood in the middle of the room, beautiful in her green jumpsuit, which complimented her eyes, next to Isabelle and-

“Emma, Julian.”, Alec said and walked over to them. The couple looked up and greeted both of them with a bright smile. They were happy now, after all that has happened with the curse, Magnus realized. Something about Julian seemed less tense, less exhausted. He didn’t look like a child, which has to carry all the burdens of this world. Like a child, which didn’t have the childhood it deserved. Julian laughed at a joke the woman to his right made. A woman with blonde locks and a golden dress. Emma Carstairs. She brought him peace. A warrior bringing someone peace. Magnus knew that from somewhere.

He smiled at both of them and returned his gaze to Alec, who gratulated them on, apparently, gaining access to an old manor of the Blackthorns. He suddenly felt a hand on his arm and turned around to look into grey eyes and a familiar face. Ty Blackthorn.

“Hello Magnus.”

“Tiberius! It’s nice to see you again. How is the scholomance?”, he asked and gave the boy a friendly grin.

“It’s been… interesting. I’m currently working on a project concerning the radiations of metamorphic creatures with a friend of mine. Irene has been growing a lot and Li- well another friend of mine has helped me on some private studies.”

“I’m glad that you’re liking it there, Ty.”

“Me too,”, he said and looked on the floor, as if he choose his next words wisely, “I’ve been wondering: Is Tessa’s family here tonight?”

“Kit is watching over Max, Rafe and Mina. I’m sorry, Tiberius.”, Magnus said with a sad tone to his voice. Ty’s expression changed, but he just shrugged with his shoulders.

“Ok. I’ll see you around, Magnus.”, he said and walked away to the buffet. Poor kid, Magnus thought, but he didn’t want to pressure Ty to say anything. He learned with his time of talking to Shadowhunters that they’ll open up when they’re ready. No reason to rush it.

“Simon! You look so handsome.”, he heard from over the room and turned to the right, where Isabelle was examining her boyfriend.

“Called it.”, he shouted and earned a blown ‘Thank you’-kiss from his husband’s sister.

“Good evening and Merry Christmas, everybody!”

A loud voice went through the speakers placed above their heads. Bat Velasquez agreed to do the musical program for tonight.

“First of all, a big thank you to Clary Fairchild and Jace Herondale, who made this evening possible in the first place!”

Loud cheers raised in the room. Clary and Jace waved at everyone and smiled. Brilliant smiles. There they were again.

“And thank you to my girlfriend Maia Roberts, who carried my DJ desk after a car accident the. Whole. Way. to the Institute. You’re a real one, babe, that’s why the first song is only for you.”

Maia blew him a kiss and laughed when “Carol of the Bells” started to play. Lily pulled her to the middle of the room and both of them started to dance.

“As the girlfriend of a DJ, you learn to dance to everything.”, she shouted. “Bat once wanted us to dance to his police siren remix.”

Magnus, Alec, Izzy, Simon, Clary, Emma and Julian joined them and they all started to form a row for a line dance. Clary and Emma were holding each others hand and telling some of the latest tea here in the surroundings, while Julian listened to Simon’s tale of his old band.

The others were just laughing, giggling and loosing themselves in the music. They danced like that for three more songs. After “Let’s Groove Tonight”, everyone applauded before Bat took the microphone again.

“The next piece is for all the loving couples in this room. The ones who have been in love for a long time and for the ones experiencing this whole feeling for the first time. And for all my fellow Marvel fans.”

“Don’t worry, Lily, I have plenty of Jazz songs up here.”, Bat added and pointed at Lily, who gave him a casual salute. “It’s been a long time” started to play.

“Hey, handsome. Wanna dance?”

Alec held out his hand again. And he smiled. That goddamn smile.

“Handsome?”

“I was trying something out.”, he said and rolled his eyes. Magnus decided that this was enough torture and took his husband’s hand.

And before he knew it, Alec and him were swaying around the room. Magnus closed his eyes and gave himself to the feeling. The feeling of being lead, of being held up, of being cared about. He embraced the feeling and it flourished around him. Deep blue sparks, like his magic.

They danced and fought and formed their own choreography. A spectacle of the storm that seized his heart whenever Alexander Gideon Lightwood was around.

“What are you thinking about?”, he heard Alec whisper in his ears.

“I’m just so happy.”, he said and buried his face in Alec’s shoulder.

“I’m happy too.”, the Shadowhunter replied.

And then they were dancing again. Just them. Not the Consul and the High Warlock, only Alec Lightwood-Bane and Magnus Lightwood-Bane.