Clary and Jace Part 2Ok so this is about 3 hours ahead and Clary is in Jace's room, still holding his hand. Jace has fallen into a coma and Clary is trying to wake him by talking to him. Valentine has been taken to the library and is being watched until he's taken to the city of glass to be held prisoner.
"I remember the first night we meet. I thought you absolutely crazy and gorgeous" Clary laughed "crazy because you kept on telling me that demons and vampires lived. I never believed it at first but that was only because I didn't want to believe there were worse things out there than us but when I saw you again I knew that if I wanted to be with you I had to believe something that could or couldn't be real."
Clary came to a conclusion that if she told him their story on how they meet, maybe just maybe, Jace might wake up. She held his hand tightly when she came to the part about Valentine--her wicked father-- messing with their minds saying they were family just so he could use Jace, made Clar
Clary's Real NightmareCLARY'S REAL NIGHTMAREClary's Real Nightmare6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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This is a week after Jace and Clary meet at Taki's and Jace tells her that he only want to be her brother.
Sitting in Luke's spare room on the bed, looking at her finished drawing, a stab of pain twists through her abdomen, she leans over the bed glad that she hasn't eaten anything and also glad Jace isn't here he'd make a fuss over her keeping quiet about being sick, 'Stop thinking about him' She chastised herself, this is the second time today, as she finished leaning over the bed the shrieking sound of the telephone rings, hoping it's not Jace again.
"Clary," yelled Jocelyn
"Yes" Clary called back as she walks into the lounge room where mom and Luke are.
"I'm not here, I don't want to talk to him" Clary whispered, shaking her head, hoping he didn't hear her.
Walking back to her room, she remembers that afternoon at
Clary and Jace Attacked part 1NOOO!!! Clary screamed, running to catch Jace. She was thinking, no this cant happen to me, this cant happen, not now. Tears were spilling over her eyes making there way down her dirty face.Clary and Jace Attacked part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary knelt down holding Jace in her arms crying, whispering dont you die on me, over and over again. She felt the dirt and wetness under her knees. She knew what the wetness was. It was Jaces blood.
Clary rested her hand on his cheek, caressing it carefully. Jace looked up at her with his beautiful gold eyes, and raised his hand to her face. I love you he said.
Dont you say that not here, back at the institution okay, not here. She growled. because your not going to die on me, I wont let you die, do you understand that.
He looked at her sadly, and she knew that he wasnt going to make it. The wound he obtained from Valentine was deathly and Clary knew he also knew he was going to die. Clary heard heavy footste
That Special Rune ...***CITY OF GLASS SPOLIERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!***That Special Rune ...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary smiled up at the huge gothic cathedral with its arching spires. She didnt even see the glamour that concealed the Institute anymore unless she concentrated hard. The door opened at her light touch as if it recognised her now, without her even needing to think the entry words. The autumn sunlight streamed through the windows of the foyer, casting puddles of golden light on the marble floor.
She looked at herself in the elevator mirror as she rode up, tilting her head to examine her reflection. She had spent far longer than usual getting ready today. It was the first time she had visited the Institute since they had all returned from Alicante a few days ago, since she and Jace were officially together, and she hadnt been able to decide what to wear. She ended up in her normal clothes; faded jeans, trainers and a simple t-shirt Simon had given her with the slogan I Bite he had given i
Self DefenceDo you know what I realised when we were in the Du Mort? Jace asked as he walked down the corridor.Self Defence6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That vampire motorcycles make great getaway vehicles? Clary huffed as she tried to keep pace with his long legged stride.
No well yes, but that wasnt what I was talking about.
What then? She was starting to get annoyed with him the others had all decided to go back to bed for a few more hours before going after the Cup at midday, when the sun would be brightest and the demons weakest, but Jace had refused to allow her to.
I realised that you dont know how to defend yourself, a skill that you might need if we are going after the Cup, he said over his shoulder at her.
Hey! she said, feeling rankled. I did just fine in Du Mort - I managed to hit that werewolf, didnt I? though she would be the first to admit that had been a spectacular fluke.
Yes, which was pretty impress
Jace and Clary-After the War Jace and Clary were walking hand in hand into the Institute. They had just come from a party at Magnus's place. He was having a celebration with all of the Downworlders after the war. All of the Lightwoods and Clary were invited. Alec stayed there with Magnus and Isabelle stayed with Simon. They were alone.Jace and Clary-After the War6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They walked through the hall to Jace's room. They both sat on the edge of the bed, still holding hands.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" Jace asked.
Clary kissed him quickly. "I'll be waiting for you." She said with a smile.
He got up, grabbed a towel and a pair of blue pajama pants.
Clary pulled off the heels she had been wearing for the party, swung her feet up on the bed and sat back against the headboard. She was thinking. About everything. About Luke and her mother. About herself and Jace. About Magnus and Alec. So much had happened in the past few weeks. Sebastian was her brother.
First MarksA soft knock sounded on Clarys door, disturbing her drawing. She glanced at the clock; it was past one thirty in the morning, and she could think of only one person in the Institute who would knock on her door this late.First Marks6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Come in, she told him. She had been leaning against the headboard of the bed in her cotton pyjamas, her sketchpad resting on her knees, drawing by the light of a single bedside lamp.
Jace pushed open the door, but hovered in the threshold. I saw the light under your door. I didnt wake you up?
No, Clary replied, shaking her head.
Good. Jace came into to room, closing the door behind him. He was wearing pyjama trousers, but no shirt. Clary could clearly see the lattice of scars and faint marks of runes that covered his lean, yet muscled body and felt a blush creep into her cheeks. Several permanent runes decorated his skin. After reading the Grey Book she could understand their meanings; protection, grace, balan
The DrawingClary was sitting in the living room of Lukes house with her legs drawn up close, doodling in her sketch pad. The pencil flowed easily over the page forming lines that formed shapes of things that would forever be in her memory. Her mother and Luke had gone to eat lunch and make sure that everything had been moved out of their old apartment. She and her mother had moved in with Luke after they had returned from Alicante.The Drawing6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She moved her thoughts back to her drawing. She had been working on a drawing of Alicante all day, and something about the picture just didnt seem right. She put her pencil back on the page and let her mind wander as she tried to finish the drawing. Her thoughts immediately went to Jace.
He was supposed to be coming over, but Clary hadnt heard from him yet. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 1:30. She sighed and turned her attention back to the drawing. She finally realized that she could do nothing more to the Alicante picture and flipped t
The After-PartyYou ready to go? Jace asked.The After-Party6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary looked over at him. They were sitting at the bar in Magnuss house at a party for something. She couldnt remember exactly what the occasion was. She nodded and got down from her chair.
What about Izzy and Alec? she said as she scanned the room. She saw Izzy talking to a faerie knight and Alec and Magnus were on the other side of the room.
They can take care of themselves, Jace said following her gaze. He turned back to her. Lets ditch this joint.
He placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her towards the door. He grabbed her light coat off the coat rack by the door and helped her put it on. Then he held the door open for her as they exited the building.
The streets were practically empty and the Institution wasnt that far away, so they decided to walk rather than take a cab. Jace laced his fingers through Clarys as they walked down the street. He glanced at her ou
Not a Morgernstern in sightClary closed her eyes as she leaned back into the outside wall of Taki's. She breathed in the cool night air as she attempted to calm her body. She knew everyone would be wondering why she had left. Simon, Izzy, Alec and Magnus.Not a Morgernstern in sight6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was the reason she had left. She hadn't been thinking when Izzy had suggested they all go out to dinner. She hadn't realized that they would go to Taki's. She couldn't be with him there, she couldn't look at Jace inside that building. All she would see was his smooth calm face from that night, hear his flat voice in her head.
"I'll just be your brother from now on."
She shuddered, but not from the cold. She had so desperately wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell him everything. But he didn't want that. It disgusted him. He just wanted to be her brother. Say it, Clary told herself, say it to yourself. Inside her mind Clary yelled at herself.
Jace is my....
"Clary?" Clary's eyes flew open as she heard the voice call her name. She p
Clary's Real Nightmare Part 2Clary's Real NightmareClary's Real Nightmare Part 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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Continuing from Part 1, Clary has become more sick than she thought so there's more to her sickness in this.
Running for her life, as fast as she can, knowing she carn't keep it up any longer, the pain in her abdomen is increasing, dots of black are covering some of her vision, she has to stop running, she see's another alley, runs into it, hides in the corner where it's dark, she's becoming increasingly sick which is not good, ready to scream out in pain and also ready to collapse. Jace walks past checking down the alley's, cause there are a couple on this street, the last of the alley's he checks, also checking every dark corner there is, when he spots a moving figure. Clary.
"Clary" Jace said with reconition
She cringes against the wall at the sound of his voice, in to much pain to answer, he walks closer to her see her properly, her legs carn't hold her up anymore, slidi
SketchesClary? Jace knocked on her door again, but there was no answer. Turning the handle he cautiously pushed it open, wondering if she was asleep she had barely recovered from that Ravener attack after all.Sketches6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The room was empty, though the bed clothes were crumpled. He felt a stab of disappointment, wondering where she could possibly be. Izzy had taken her new pet mundane to the park and Alec was adding runes to a dagger in the weapons room. With everyone else distracted he had hoped for the chance to talk to Clary alone, talk to her normally without interruptions from Forsaken, mad witches and mundanes. He had thought he might take her up to the greenhouse; she seemed the sort of person who would be able to appreciate its beauty.
He was about to leave to search for her in the kitchen or library when something caught his eye. It was a sketchpad, lying on the bedside table with a graphite pencil resting on top. He closed the door behind him and went to sit on her bed, pickin
Clary's SurpriseClary stared at herself in the mirror. I'm pregnant, she thought to herself. I'm going to be a mother.Clary's Surprise5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She continued to stare at herself as she thought over what she had learned a few minutes ago. Then, a thought popped into her head. Jace. What is he going to think?
Clary didn't have much time to ponder her question because she heard the door close and she knew Jace was back. She heard him call her name, but she still continued to stare at herself in the mirror. She saw Jace's reflection as he walked into the bathroom, but didn't turn to look at him.
"There you are, love," he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "I missed you." He placed a kiss at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. As he rested his chin on the spot he had just kissed, he looked at their reflection in the mirror.
"It was only a few hours."
"A few hours too long for me," he murmured against her skin.
How do I tell him? she thought to herself.
He felt her shivering
Confessions. Part One. She walks into the kitchen and sees Church sitting on the floor. "Hey Church, where's everyone?". Church's smurf-blue fur vibrates in hello. He gets up and shows her the way. They're walking towards the library when all of a sudden Jace pops out of one of the doors and scares her. "Gotchya!" He shouts. "Geez you scared me!", while she's trying to catch her breath. Gah! He's so breathtaking. She yearns to play with his golden hair. That luscious golden hair. My angel... Focus Clary! Then she realizes he's been talking to her... "Sorry you know I didn't mean to..." he was saying. "Clary? Earth to Clary? You okay there?" he was saying...he looked worried...like I was about to disappear or something. "Sorry I was just thinking..." Then- and I'm not making this up- he reached into his pocket and in his hand was a heart. "My heart for your thoughts?" he asked. But I didn't wanna tell him how I was thinking about him! Did I? It's been a secret for wayConfessions. Part One.6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
MasqueradeI knew I must be dreaming.Masquerade7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For one thing, I would never willingly wear the absurdly beautiful, no doubt ridiculously expensive dress I was currently wearing if I were in a conscious state. It was made of pure silver silk, the bodice sewn with icy jewels that glittered in the light. It was the sort of dress I would feel very awkward in if I was awake, but in my dream it simply felt natural. My hair was loose and flowing down my back rich copper contrasting elegantly with delicate silver.
And for another thing, I had never been to Alicante, the City of Glass. The true home to all the Nephilim was unfamiliar to me, yet even in my dream it rang silently with a bone deep recognition, accepting me into its gleaming towers like a mother opening her arms for her child.
The black haired boy I was dancing with spun me gracefully (more proof that I was dreaming, since I had an embarrassing tendency to trip over my own feet when I was awake) past the windows of the ball room. It appeared th
Jace and Clary baby"Jace, it's your turn." Clary said with a yawn before falling back to sleep. She was right of course, since she had gotten up last time. Groggily, Jace got up out of bed and walked to the room across the hall and smiled. Even if she was being fussy, she was the most beautiful baby ever. Gently he picked up the crying 4 month old and sat with her in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, back and forth until she started to fall back asleep.Jace and Clary baby5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course she had a name, Anabelle, meaning lovable in Latin which described all of her wrapped into one. Everyone would always argue and debate over who she looked like more. To Jace however, she was just a perfect combination of himself and Clary. Her soft hair was Clary's brilliant color red however unlike Clary's hair it wasn't curly, she had Jace's soft waves. She also had Jace's luminous gold eyes, but they had her mother's eyelashes on them, his eyebrows, her nose, his lips and smile, her facial stucture, and so on.
As Jace kept rocking th
After the greenhouseIf they had gone to Jaces roomAfter the greenhouse6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Taking her hand Jace led Clary down the greenhouse stairs. Her skin seemed to tingle with electricity where it touched his. The Institute was dark and quiet around them. Her skin glowed in the faint light cast by the witchlight rune-stone in her hand. He smiled to himself, glad that he had been able to give her a birthday present when no-one else had.
She caught him casting her a sideways glance as they walked and smiled that bewitching smile of hers.
You know, I havent seen your room yet, she pointed out.
Jaces heart suddenly pounded faster. Do you want me to show you?
Towing her in another direction he guided her down the corridor. Reaching his room he opened the door for her; she stepped inside and he closed the door behind them.
He suddenly wondered what she would think of his compulsively neat bedroom. The brief glimpse he had had of her own room as he had dragged her unconscious body from
Clary and Jace part threeI heard a few hours ago about what happened, how is Jace?" Luke asked.Clary and Jace part three3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I want to see he's doing better, but I have no idea." Clary said coarsely while she unthinkingly stirred her tea that was beginning to get cold.
They were in the institute's kitchen, Luke was on the other side of the counter sitting in a chair and Clary stood opposite staring down at the cup of tea she stirred.
"He's strong, Clary, and he's been worse." He said it as if he truly meant it.
"Yes he is strong, but he's died once already. He might not "Clary chocked, than bent her spoon in anger. "It should be me in there, not Jace! If only he hadn't jumped in the way he wouldn't be fighting for his life."
Luke stood up from his chair and gently put his hand on hers and forcefully said. "Don't blame yourself, it will only make things worse, and don't get angry with other people either, it doesn't help." He continued on. "I know you feel helpless but the best thing for Jace is to be there when he wakes up. Everyone
Behind closed doors"Go fetch Clary for me..." Isabelle's words run through his head again, driving him towards the door at the end of the hallway. Was it always this close? Surely he never felt that... it always used to be too far. Is widdle Jace afraid? Is he scared of what's behind a silly door? "Yes," he answers himself, "he is when she is on the other side." You weren't always, says a voice in his head. Remember her birthday? Oh yes, he can remember her birthday. He can remember the look of surprise on her face at seeing him on the other side of the door, can still see the way her blue spaghetti strap hung off her shoulder in the greenhouse, can still feel the faint pressure of her lips on his-Behind closed doors6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stop it," he mutters, clenching his fists at his side. Somehow, he's walked a bit further down the hallway, even though his legs feel too heavy to lift. When did he stop feeling so eager to see her? Maybe when she looked at you that way, in that awful heartbrok
PandemoniumClary?Pandemonium6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The girl spun around. Standing in the doorway of the storage room was the bouncer from the entrance and a Mundane boy with thick glasses and floppy hair. Clary, the boy had called her. It was a cute name, Jace thought. It suited her somehow.
Why are you in here by yourself? the boy continued. He was wearing ridiculous clothing for Pandemonium, loose jeans and a faded t-shirt, and was blinking at the girl stupidly, utterly blind like every other Mundane. Most other Mundanes, Jace amended in his head, looking at Clarys baffled expression. What happened to those guys, the ones you said had knives?
So shed been telling the truth, she had alerted the police or told the club security in any case. She was sensible, Jace realised, trying to do the right thing. Then he frowned she had followed what she thought were vigilant killers into a dark room all on her own, without waiting for the security? That certainly wa
Guardian Angel Jace watched silently as she moved around the room, pacing in her annoyance. She muttered continuously under her breath, one long, jumbled stream. He thought he heard his name in there once or twice, but he couldn't be sure. Then, suddenly, she crossed over to her bed and plopped down ungraciously in the middle of it. She picked up her sketch pad and a pencil- Jace wondered vaguely where they'd been hidden- and began drawing.Guardian Angel6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He watched her as she drew, watched as the familiar activity seemed to relax her, until a small smile graced her lips. Then- much too quickly for him- she stopped, lay the sketch pad at the foot of her bed, and leaned back on her pillow to go to sleep. He waited for a few minutes before entering, and then snuck stealthily into her room, closing the door behind him. He grabbed the book off the bed and stared down at it in shock. His face was everywhere on the page
The Proposal"I can't believe you have never seen the the Titanic before!" Clary said with complete surprise.The Proposal6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I didn't grow up in the mundane world, Clary." Jace said as if it were the most obvious answer to the simplest question, sitting down next to her.
"Well, we can fix this problem by watching the movie." Clary said with as much persuasion as her voice would allow. "It couldn't hurt anything, I mean, it's a little sad, but other than that it's a classic!"
"A little sad?"
"Okay, it's sad. But I want to watch it, and I want you to watch it with me."
"Will you cry?" Jace asked sarcastically.
"Maybe a little." Clary said innocently.
Jace made a face that said he was not comfortable with that.
"Please?" This is when Clary looked up at Jace and saw his blonde hair, tight cheekbones, perfectly smooth skin with his nearly invisable scars. Eventually she came to his gold eyes and say them staring down at her warmly.
"Fine." he said in defeat.
Clary felt the corners of her mouth go up
Lost in the tearsShe sits on the bed, her head bent, her eyes veilied by that curling red hair. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her chest as she shakes, her lips quiver as sobs try to force themselves from her throat. Her knuckles have long ago turned white, and now most of the rest of her skin is frightfully pale. Still, all I can do is stand by and watch- she said she doesn't want that. I can't be of any comfort to her, not if I'm to keep that promise.Lost in the tears6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It hits me now, as she lifts her head to look upon me with agonized eyes, how alone we are. It's full moon-Luke can't be here. Isabelle and Alec are at some party, probably at Magnus's place. Mayrse and Robert are at Alicante again, with Max. It's just us, just us...
I cross the room, somehow not noticing where I'm going. I almost fall onto the bed, but I save myself. Barely. I sit down next to her, aching to put my arms around her and comfort her... but I can't. It'll hurt too much later, will be too much to handle. A small voice
All grown up*WARNING*All grown up6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*CITY OF GLASS SPOILERS*
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Jace woke to the sound of crying. Summer sunshine was pouring through the windows of the country house even though the morning was still early. Clary stirred as well, lifting her head from his chest to look at the door. Leaning down, Jace brushed his lips lightly across hers.
Ill go, he murmured. She blinked sleepily at him and smiled.
He slid out from under the covers and reached for his dressing gown, pausing at the door for a brief moment to glance wistfully back at his wife. The sunlight bathed her bare skin with a warm glow, illuminating the thin white Rune Marks and shining off her hair.
The crying was coming from the nursery. Baby Luke, just over a year old, was standing up in his crib, holding on to the bars with tiny hands.
Whats wrong, little man? Are
Sleeping BeautyThe blonde boy, the one that had an angel's face and the devil's temper, watches her go with a blank face. As soon as she'd turned her back, his face became still, devoid of emotion. It was as if she took all his cares with her, leaving him an empty shell. The others around the table, a tall boy with an agonized expression halfway hidden by his black hair and a broken man now only a fragment of what he had once been, are restraining him. The boy with golden hair hardly seems to notice- all he can do is stare after the girl that had just walked, fled more like, from the room.Sleeping Beauty6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary... he thinks, the thought tinged with regret and pain. What had happened? Things seemed to be going so well... She had to get away from you, he answers himself. She had to get away before she did something she'd regret. She had to get away from you. But... she hadn't looked all that upset or disgusted, not before The Mundane left. No, she'd looked... Beautiful, his brain supplied.