Always

Lady Midnight:

Ash: I‘m Ash Morgenstern

Ty: Sebastian Morgenstern‘s son?

Ash: Yes

*Ty looking at Ash standing very closely to Dru*

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“Then I wish I’d worn something a little sexier,” she said with a shaky laugh.

His eyes darkened—that desire-darkening that only she ever got to see. “Believe me, there is nothing hotter than you in one of my shirts,” he said. He touched the collar of the shirt lightly. Goose bumps exploded across her skin. His voice was low and rough. “I’ve always wanted you. Even when I didn’t know it.”

“Even during our parabatai ceremony?”

She half-expected him to laugh, but instead his finger traced the material of her shirt, along her collarbone to the notch at the base of her throat. “Especially then.”

“Julian . . .”

“Entreat me not to leave thee,” he whispered, “or to return from following after thee.” He flicked open the top button of her shirt, baring a small patch of skin. He looked up at her and she nodded, dry-mouthed: Yes, I want this, yes.

“Whither thou goest, I will go.” His fingers glided downward. Another button flicked open. The swell of her breasts was visible; his pupils expanded, darkened.

There was something heretical about it, something that carried the frisson of the ultimately forbidden. The words of the parabatai ceremony were not meant to convey desire. Yet every word shivered through Emma’s nerves, as if the wings of angels brushed her skin.

She reached for his shirt, drew it up over his head. Smoothed her hands down his chest to the dip of his waist, the ridged muscles in his abdomen. Traced each scar. “And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.”

His fingers found another button, and another. Her shirt fell open with a whisper of cloth. Slowly, he pushed it off her shoulders, letting it slip down her arms. His eyes were ravenous but his hands were gentle; he stroked her bare shoulders and bent to kiss the places the shirt had revealed, tracing a path between her breasts as she arched backward in his arms. He murmured against her skin. “Thy people shall be my people. Thy God, my God.”

She tumbled backward, pulling Julian on top of her. His weight pressed her down into the softness of the bed. He curled his hands beneath her body and kissed her long and slow. She traced her fingers through his hair as she had always loved to do, the silky curls tickling her palms.

They shed their clothes unhurriedly. Each new piece of skin revealed was cause for another reverent touch, another slow kiss. “Whither thou diest, will I die,” Julian whispered against her mouth. She unbuckled his jeans and he kicked them away. She could feel him hard against her, but there was no haste: His fingers traced the curves of her, the dips and hollows of her body, as if he were describing a portrait of her in gilt and ivory with each brush of his hands.

She wrapped her legs around him to keep him close to her. His lips grazed her cheek, her hair, as he moved inside her; his gaze never broke with hers, drawing them both upward. They rose as one in fire and sparks, every moment brighter; and when at last they broke and fell together, they were stars collapsing in gold and glory.

Afterward, Emma curled into and against Julian, breathless. He was flushed, sheened with sweat, as he gathered her hair in one hand, winding it through his fingers. “If aught but death part thee and me, Emma,” he said, and pressed his lips to the strands.

I read it the other night and I was not expecting that to be a full on spicy scene. Albeit tame compared to other things I've read but still.

meanwhile somewhere in faerie... ;)

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dru blackthorn portrait because how else are you supposed to make sure your eyeliner is sharp enough when kidnapped by a probably evil and very attractive faerie prince? 😌✨️

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GIRL SAME, what the hell did she mean by "you will see why"??? My money is on them just dealing with kind of the same crap Jace and Clary were going through in TDA, so being very necessary but on the run from something/kind of in the background/leading their own mission, because the alternative would just drive me crazy.

Okay so, headcanons! I'm honestly stumped for how the proposal itself would go, nothing that I come up with is good enough. Could be a grand thing, could be something blurted over a cup of tea one night in front of the fire, idk. But it would happen when they're young, like, 23 tops (I need Julian to admit at some point in TWP that he's been dying to ask her to be his wife for years now). Once they are engaged, though, I imagine they would go tell the Blackthorns right away. And they would be so happy for them, too 🥹 it's also a great opportunity to ask Dru and Ty who they will be bringing to the wedding as their +1 because I just know Julian is dying to know about the matters of the heart of his children.

I don't know if they would tell anybody else at first. I feel like they would maybe want to keep it to themselves for a little while.

As for the wedding, definitely not a huge affair. You know that scene in qoaad after they become giants, when everyone and their grandma came to see them with presents? They were so awkward there. I can't imagine them wanting a grand ole wedding with half the exiled Clave there. Only family and close friends, like the NYC Institute and the Carstairs. It will absolutely be at Blackthorn Hall.

If this is all set to happen after TWP (which, obviously—clace and sizzy have been engaged forever and even they haven't married yet because the world is a clusterfuck) they will go on a honeymoon somewhere exciting. Not Brazil, they've already been there... maybe Asia. New demons, lots of new, different trouble to get in. A long honeymoon, though, because—and y'all can't come at me for this, this is MY headcanon 🤭—I believe they will get started on making babies as soon as they're back home. By then Helen and Aline should have their own kid and that thing spreads lol. I can just see Julian's eyes glittering with a new baby in the family. Imagine his own. And Emma is 100% on board with it, she said she wants children with him like 4 times in TDA.