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[ 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! ]

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.

Are the people here normally extra frisky cat people?

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

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

[ 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. ]

( 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...

( 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.

( 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?

gift

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( welcome to new york 🗽)

CONTINUATION — a christmas costume party.

CONTINUATION — when your crush becomes ariel 🧜🏻‍♀️

CONTINUATION — masquerade! paper faces on parade!