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❝This is Clary. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.❞

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[automatized]

[ this gets delivered to her by some unsuspecting robot, straight from the Augur's mouth: a small music box. there is a note on it that only says it's from vidar. when wound up, the music box plays a very soft and lovely tune. enjoy! ]

text. username: fray

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[ Because she can't let such a kind gesture go without the proper appreciation. ]

Thank you for the music box, Vidar! It's beautiful.

[automatized]

You're welcome. My apologies for Antoine throwing out things he shouldn't. He's grounded for now.

[ not that he knows how to properly program a robot so it understands it's grounded .... but whatever. ]

text; un: b.blake

[tombom]

So, the big day's coming up...

[ And obviously it sucks that she's spending her birthday where they are, but maybe he can make it better somehow. ]

I was hoping you'd drop hints by now as to what you want but since you're clearly too nice for that, pretend you're selfish for one second and tell me what you want.

text;

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To be fair, it's still really weird that I'm celebrating again so soon after the last one.

[ She's literally been eighteen for less than three months. It's weird, thinking about birthday presents again this quickly. ]

But fine, I can pretend for you. I'm guessing you want an answer other than "more art supplies," though?

[tombom]

Weirder than decaying monsters coming out of the sea?

You can't be running out already. Clearly I've gotta keep you busy more...

un: queen | backdated to earlier in the event c:

[smoakshow]

Are the people here normally extra frisky cat people?

( EHOSE KINK IS THIS? where can she shame them directly? )

i know i still owe you a log tag, shhh

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No, this is pretty new. Although I wouldn't be surprised if it was normal for some people.

text; un: b.blake (1/?)

[tombom]

I have no idea where I am right now and it's getting dark

[tombom]

I think something's following me. I saw it between the trees

[tombom]

it wants me to think it's gone but I know it's still out there. what does it want from me?

[tombom]

clary where are you? I feel so alone right now I

[tombom]

I need help

[tombom]

I hate this. I hate this feeling. how do I make it stop?

[tombom]

I know what I have to do

[tombom]

I'm sorry

1/???

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Just stay put, I'll come fin

[ Clary hits send on her response accidentally as more messages come in from Bellamy, each one progressively making her stomach twist tighter and tighter with worry. She was already in the process of grabbing her things but by the time 'I need help' gets sent, she's racing out of her apartment, not even pausing to lock the door behind her. Her Seraph blade and stele are on her; everything else she owns can be replaced. What matters is finding Bellamy and stopping whatever it is he's planning because that last message leaves her feeling hollow and terrified. ]

( welcome to new york 🗽)

[tombom]

[ He's seen New York in Clary's artwork, but he never expected to step one foot in her world, let alone her home city.

Not that he has any idea where he is at first. His last memory is kissing Clary goodnight, walking back to his apartment and never actually making it there, everything going black. When he's conscious again, he's on the streets of New York, literally on the ground, awoken by a thief trying to rifle through his pockets. Shoving the stranger off him, the thief runs away as soon as he realizes the person he's trying to rob is awake (and could kick his ass).

Picking himself up, he knows for sure he isn't in Erku anymore. And it's definitely not home. He tries asking someone where he is and they give him the name of the street as though he's a tourist. When he asks for the exact location, as in the name of the city or planet, they accuse him of being on drugs (maybe he is, it would explain a lot). But he eventually figures out it's New York from a television screen he passes in a shop window reporting the news. Why was he here? Was this even real?

More importantly, was Clary here? How could he find her if she was?

The city sure is crowded. He's never been surrounded by so many people in his life, going about their daily lives while Bellamy comes to grips with his new home, unsure how temporary or permanent it might be. He doesn't have a destination in his mind, too overwhelmed by his surroundings to have a plan - he just keeps walking. Keeps passing faces, hoping one of them might be Clary...

Hundreds of faces but not one of them her.

He finally spots a sign leading to somewhere he actually recognizes, even if he's never been there before. And that's how he ends up in Central Park. He doubts being in the park will help him find Clary, but it gives him a moment to catch his breath, to come up with a plan of action away from the crowds.

Somehow he manages to roughly find the area he thinks Clary sketched from, taking in the scenery. He feels connected to her in some way by standing in the spot she probably sat with her sketchpad, listening to music. It makes him feel at peace and gives him the hope he needs right now. ]

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[ Finding herself suddenly back at the Institute, back home, is as disorienting for Clary as it is for Bellamy, although for entirely different reasons. But the familiarity of everything hits her in a way that's overwhelming and makes everything about the last half-year or so get pushed aside, her immediate thought upon waking in her bedroom and recognizing where she was being of her mom. When she finds her still suspended in the coma, she assumes that they just haven't found a way to save her yet.

But then she sees Izzy and Alec (and Jace, though from a distance as he's still avoiding her) and asks them to confirm the day, only to receive looks like she's insane in response. As she pieces together that no time at all has passed and they're no closer to saving her mother than she woke up on that beach in some other world, the Institute — so welcoming before — becomes suffocating. So she grabs her jacket and hightails it out into the once familiar but now discordant bustle of New York City.

As she walks, without any specific destination in mind, the memories of Erku come crashing to the forefront of her mind, the strongest and most difficult to think of being, of course, Bellamy. Knowing that she will never see him again makes her feel hollow, empty, and she actually finds herself wishing she was back there again with him. She'd made promises — they both had — that they would find each other if they ever left now that she's here, back in her own world, she has no idea where to even begin.

It's not until she comes around the bend and nearly collides with a runner that she realizes she's in Central Park, had even wandered to the exact spot where she'd painted the picture Bellamy hung on his wall as part of her birthday present. (Which also made her wonder: was she a year older now, here in New York? Or was she back to being 18 again?) She instinctively lifts her arms to protect herself, jumping a step backward out of the guy's way, issuing a clipped ] Sorry— [ as she's jolted from her thoughts.

Pressing a hand to her chest to try to calm her racing heart, Clary turns to the path she'd been walking, actually seeing it for the first time, and that's when she sees him, too. His back is to her but she'd recognize those curls and well-worn jacket anywhere, in this world or another. ]

Bellamy? [ His name is barely a whisper, tears flooding her vision, breath caught in her throat. Surely this was a dream or a hallucination; she'd wanted to see him so badly that she literally conjured up a vision of him. There was no way he was actually standing there, solid and alive in her world.

Right? ]

CONTINUATION — a christmas costume party.

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( thread up to this point )

Oh, I’m sure I could get my hands on some if I tried hard enough. [ She grins as though she’s genuinely considering — and maybe she is. It’s not something she’d ever thought of before, having a man wear lingerie for her, but she’s actually quite intrigued by the idea. That could just be because it involves Bellamy, however; there is very little that she wouldn’t find attractive on him, and not just because he’s one of the sexiest people she’s ever met. It’s the way she feels about him, how the thought of him is enough to make her heart race in her chest that makes him irresistible to her. Considering how much she loves seeing how he fills out his own underwear when he’s hard for her, maybe it’s not such a stretch to think she’d be turned on by him straining against lace or silk.

The question gets a hum from her, something akin to amused agreement, but Clary knows it wasn’t just the aftermath that led him outside. She certainly won’t bother arguing that point, regardless, because warming up was a very nice bonus. Besides, she’s far more interested in the pass of his hands over her body than calling him out on that one particular subject.

And it’s well worth it considering where his fingers drift when he focuses on her again, the teasing touch pulling a soft gasp from her parted lips. ] It is. [ Her own fingers drift back up the tie of the bathrobe but instead of tugging the knot free, she simply follows the path to his body, palms skimming across the soft fabric as they move up his torso. ] Warm and wet, [ she says as she presses closer to him, arms wrapping once more around his neck, lips coming to hover right over his. ] Aching to be touched by you...

[tombom]

[ When her arms wrap around his neck, it's tempting not to lift her up with her legs wrapped around his middle, set her down on the window ledge, yank his robe open as well as her underwear to one side and fuck her with her wings spread against the pane behind her. But her outfit deserves more than hurried frenzy, even if he knows from experience how fun that kind of sex can be, when they don't have long but it's still just as pleasurable as it would be if they had hours together.

If she were dressed like an angel at a party, god knows he wouldn't waste any time to find some way of being inside her. His fingers would slip subtly under her skirt and into her panties while they're dancing together, or he'd drag her into a dark corner of the room and pretend like they're only kissing with her sat in his lap, when his pants were unzipped as soon as they sat down and he has to choose his moments to rock his cock up into her when nobody's looking, or for her to lift herself and slide back down the length of him, with agonizing pauses in between. ]

Remind me not to damage any part of what you're wearing right now in case a party comes up. [ He doesn't have to say any more than that (unless she wants him to) to know what he'd like to do with her dressed this way in a public setting. But right now they have all the time in the world while the snow continues to confine them indoors, so he rewards her with a kiss for being so vocal with him, before his fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear. ]

Want these off. Just these. [ He starts to drag them down on her legs but the lower they get, the lower he gets too, bending down until he's on her knees in front of her. He encourages her to lift her feet one at a time so he can free the fabric from her ankles, which is as warm and wet as her, to his delight. ]

You're gonna lean back and I'm gonna warm you up with my mouth. [ He stares up at her, sliding his palms from her calves up to the outside of her thighs. ] And if you're lucky, you'll have steamed up the window by the time I'm fucking you, but I'm hoping how your breasts will be pressed against it will give us away.

CONTINUATION — when your crush becomes ariel 🧜🏻‍♀️

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( thread up to this point )

[ Hearing that she feels good to him (especially that she doesn’t feel better than normal) thrills her as much as the way he grabs onto her, at how distinctly she can feel him filling out against her. The tail certainly isn’t ideal, in more than one way, but she’s oddly excited by how sensitive it is, how well she can feel him. It’s a poor replacement for actually having him inside of her, of course, and the thought that she could be stuck like this permanently starts creeping in again, though she’s quick to push it aside in favor of focusing on Bellamy’s words. ]

You’ll return the favor some other time, [ she murmurs against his jaw, lips grazing across his skin in light, teasing kisses as she pulls back to look at him. ] I’m not worried. [ Even if they hadn’t just agreed on a very good celebration when she’s back to normal, even if she somehow got stuck like this, she knows Bellamy would find a way to return the favor.

She notices the difference in his expression and while she’s charmed by it on some level, it simply won’t do. (And not just because on some level deep down, beneath the thrill of her swim and finding Bellamy with his hand on his dick, she’s self-conscious about the tail.) One hand keeps him held against her tail, thumb slowly circling along the head of his erection, while the other moves to cup his face. ] I would want you just as bad if you were the one with the tail, you know. [ Catching a stray droplet from his cheek, Clary shifts herself closer, pressing their chests together so he can feel something that hasn’t changed, too. ]

There is nothing that you could do, or say, or become that would make me want you any less, Bellamy. [ She pauses, just for a moment, before her soft smile shifts to something more salacious and flirty, obviously not bothered by his arousal. ] And for the record? I like that you’re this hard for me now, with the tail, because it would make want I want do to really difficult if you weren’t.

[tombom]

[ He definitely plans on returning the favor, not that he thinks that's the reason for her plans. It never is when it comes to Clary. She's so genuine at being kind and generous without any ulterior motives. He doesn't know when exactly it'll be his turn but it's practically a promise, even without him having to declare it aloud because he doesn't need to. They both know once her legs back, he'll be all over - literally. Her legs will ache from familiar positions she finds herself in as well as new ones he introduces her to, from her thighs down to her ankles. And he knows that's the way she likes it because he'll always ask in the morning how she is, almost like he's worried he pushed her too far, and she'll usually reply with 'the good kind of sore' before reassuring him with kisses that it's the perfect way to wake up with him. ]

Words I never thought I'd hear a girl say to me. [ He manages to let out a chuckle after what she says about wanting him if their roles were reversed. The press of her breasts against him is a wonderful reminder that some parts of her have remained the same, including her runes. ]

Thank god you still have these... [ Breathing heavily from the slow attention her thumb is delivering him, he can't help but move his mouth down the same hand she's holding his face with, to kiss the rune near the inside of her wrist. ] You're not you without them...

So how do you plan on destroying me today? [ He still hasn't caught on as to what her plan is, but he's excited to find out. ]

CONTINUATION — masquerade! paper faces on parade!

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( thread up to this point )

[ Clary had, in fact, purposefully waited for some slower music to ask him out on the dancefloor, but she'd also been waiting to see if his mood picked up on its own. Considering they're a couple of hours into the night and he seems worse instead of better, however, she figures it's time. Thankfully he comes out with her willingly, even pulls her close in a way that tempers the idea that it was something between them causing his mood.

Wrapping her free arm around him, hand curled over his shoulder, she lets her eyes fall shut and soaks in the moment. Although his mood is concerning, has her stomach twisted into worried knots, she still finds herself impossibly happy to be in Bellamy's arms like this. It's almost enough to chase all of her own worries away. All except the ones relating to him.

She squeezes his fingers briefly before shifting her hand beneath his, letting her palm press against his chest, sandwiched between it and his palm. ]

I don't know. Why aren't they?

[tombom]

[ Bellamy tuts playfully at her as though he was expecting her to at least take a guess. ]

You're gonna kick yourself once I give you the answer. [ Prepare yourself, Clary. He leaves her waiting in suspense a moment longer before finally - ] Because they have two left feet. [ He doesn't have to see Clary's face to know she's probably scrunching up her features at him for making her suffer that joke. ]

Call it bad all you want but you still smiled. [ He knows this because he felt her cheek lift against the side of his face. He lets out a relaxed breath at how soothing it feels to hold her in his arms. Granted, he'd rather be doing it in a bed but on the dancefloor isn't so bad. He can just pretend no one else exists around them. ]

You make a cute bunny, by the way. [ Though she could pull off any of the masks. Even with it covering half her face, her beauty still shines through, at least to him. ]