#stclliferous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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