All grown up*WARNING*All grown up6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*CITY OF GLASS SPOILERS*
*you have been warned, proceed at your own peril, and dont accuse me of spoiling the story for you if you were stupid enough to read it anyway!*
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
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
At the InstitiutionAt the Institiution6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jace set her down on the couch. He slid his hands out from under her legs and back, resting her head lightly on a pillow. He hastily backed away from her, resisting the urge to touch her hair, wipe it from her face. But he couldn't give himself away. How could he explain something that he didn't understand himself. He turned around to see Alec staring at him wide eyed, and Isabelle looking slightly confused. Wow, Isabelle thought to herself, he carried her like she was glass, like he could break her at any moment, since when does he care about anyone, or anything for that matter, like that?
"What?" Jace demanded.
"Why did we bring her all the way here Jace?" It was Alec who spoke.
"Well what was I supposed to do?"
"You could have just given her the healing rune and left her in the apartment Jace! Now when she wakes up were going to have to explain all this!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
"Ok," Jace sna
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
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
ShadowhunterAngels fallingShadowhunter7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To the ground
Without a sound
Blood stained wings
Fairies muffle singing screams
The Fey scowl
As warlocks howl
No human flinch
At sight of a witch
Without the Sight
To see the light
Or vampyr take flight
City of Silence
City of Bones
Drenched with violence
Of fighting drones
Sed lex dura lex
Facilis descensus Averni
Live in this world
You don't know it's scary.
City of Fallen Angels QuotesCity of Fallen Angels QuotesCity of Fallen Angels Quotes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary made fun of him about his new look; but then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious. She couldn't believe he was dating Isabelle in any serious way. Of course, she also couldn't believe he was also dating Maia Roberts, a friend of theirs who happened to e a werewolf, in an equally serious way. And she really couldn't believe that Simon hadn't yet told either of them about the other.
"What would you prefer? 'What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers ."
"They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets." She grinned.
"Or," Simon said, "Maybe they're here for the hash browns."
Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon has still been human, he would have blushed. "Will you let me see it?"
Simon could actually feel his eyes pop
Old Face, New Game 4"You're still struggling to find a way to get rid of him?" Isabelle asked as she watched Jace pace back and forth in the library.Old Face, New Game 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He growled. "Does it look like I'm not?"
"Smooth move, Izzy," Alec said under his breath.
Clary watched in silence, not wanting Jace to be angry with her for asking him stupid things and because he truly looked frightening at that moment. His jaw was set tight, his back muscles tight, hands clenched into fists, and gold eyes that pierced your soul with just one glare. All of that mixed together with Jace's attitude wasn't a very pleasant experience for anyone, especially Clary since she's always the one to calm him down.
"Sorry," Isabelle mumbled while looking down at the floor.
Jace growled again before turning to face the doorway. He threw Clary an apologetic glance before marching out of the doors and out into the hall. Clary knew not to go after him, but also knew exactly where he was going. The garden.
Jace would always escape there whenever he was frus
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
PancakesClary stares at the door in shock. Time seems to drag on, and already shes lost count of the minutes. Or was it the hours? Days? She can only remember the look on Jaces face as shed yelled at him, the way he seemed to flinch away from her. I never meant for him to leave she thinks, mournfully. But Jace had left, had wobbled out of her room on legs that looked to weak to support him and with a look on his face that screamed agony at her. Oh Jace, what have I done?Pancakes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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The lights in the kitchen were all turned on, the frying pan sizzling, when Jace enters. Standing with her back to him, a spatula in her hand was Isabelle. Oh crap Jace thinks, trying to back away quietly. Hed come back later, when it was safe and nothing might start burning
I know youre here, Jace Wayland. Dont you dare try
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
TormentSPOILERS, PEOPLE. FOR CITY OF GLASS.Torment6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you remember the way he smiled, the way he said your name? Do you recall those things he told you, the moments he stole with you? Have you forgotten the day he said those three little words, the ones that now leave you so heartbroken? You dare to dream of having these things, little girl? How foolish you are, how blind. You don't see the lies, the reasons for what he did. If you found out... but you want to know, don't you? Let me tell you then, silly child, Jace died in your place. You should have been there, should have been the one struck down, not he. After all, you know he loved you, too.
Tears roll down her cheeks as the guilt washes over her again. "How pathetic I was..." she murmurs to herself, hugging her knees up to her chest. She is used to the grief, to the pain inside her where her heart ought to be, but she doesn't think it beats anymore. Jace had taken it with him when he-
And now you have to make things just that
My one and onlyWarning!!! Do Not Read If You Haven't Read The City Of Glass!!! xDMy one and only5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pressed up hard against the wall, Clary felt the heat of Jaces lips roam her helpless body. She was in his mercy, waiting for him to do something. Hed led her into this room without a word or sign of what was going to happen, but by a pained look. A look she had been seeing a lot from him in the past few days. The expression on his face was torture enough to witness, but his entire body appeared to mirror his sadness. Clary would see him walking around the house in Alicante, capture the moment Jace laid eyes on her with the beat of her heart, and then observe a sudden change. His confident and unbelievably flawless air about him would abolish and leave behind one of grief.
She followed Jace into this room hoping for an explanation, some kind of reason she shouldnt stay up at night, traumatised by the thought of him in such pain. She just didnt expect it to be so pronounced. Clary had walked into
Lonely AngelShe had left her sketchpad behind.Lonely Angel6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jace had returned to his room intending to mark his body and arm himself, at the same time mentally planning how he could protect Clary is anything went wrong with the cup, yet he sight of her book lying open on his bed instantly distracted him.
Instinctively he reached out to pick it up, and then hesitated. She had been annoyed he had looked at without her permission it was like a diary, she had said. Yesterday Jace would have decided to respect her wishes, leave the sketchpad alone and not look at it again, despite the temptation. But now, thinking of Simon being in her room just as he had finally been able to kiss her pushed away any feelings of guilt.
The page was blank except for the scribbled runes in the top corner the coffee cup she had used to show him how she could pull things out of pictures resting on his nightstand. He shook his head wonderingly, staring down at the empty page; she shouldnt have been able to
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
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 Wayland QuotesJace Wayland Quotes:Jace Wayland Quotes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie."
"Haven't you ever heard that modesty is an attractive trait?"
"Only from ugly people," Jace confided. "The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
'Clary stopped dead in her tracks. "Simon?"
"Oh, God," said Jace, sounding resigned. "And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting."
Isabelle ignored him. "JACE WAYLAND," she said. "Explain yourself."
Jace was glaring at the cat. "I told you to bring me to Alec! Backstabbing Judas."
"If you know how to cook maybe I would eat," Jace muttered.
Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. "What did you say?"
Jace edged towards the fridge. "I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat."
"That's what I thought you said."
She shrugged. "All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want
The Mortal Instruments FanFic1"CLARY!" Jace yelled furiously at Clary as she walked into the room, she saw the expression on his face was none to pleasant.The Mortal Instruments FanFic14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
" Yes?" she asked.
"Can you please, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, stop leaving your undergarments on the floor?!" he asked sternly but with that little hint of calmness in his voice. Clary snickered and just laughed as Jace was motioning to her blue, sequined bra that was sitting on his forefinger; then suddenly Isabelle walked in.
"Hey Jace, I was wo----"her eyes went wide as they saw the bra in Jace's hand," okay just because you two have sex every other night doesn't mean you can fling Clary's lingerie everywhere Jace." Jace looked flustered then gave Clary a glare that bore through her as she turned pink.
"Sorry Izzy, Jace gets very excited when he sees me na---"Clary started when Isabelle interrupted her. "OKAY! I get it, do whatever you want!" Isabelle waved her hands in front of her trying to stop Clary from continuing,"
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
After the Fireworks ShowClary didnt think it was possible to be any happier than she was as she stood next to Jace and watched the fireworks. He was still fingering the necklace that held the Morgenstern ring as he gazed up at the night sky. Clary drew her eyes from the fireworks to look at Jace. He was smiling as he looked. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her looking at him, so he turned to look into her eyes. He bent down to brush his lips across hers before he turned back to the fireworks. She sighed and leaned her head against his side. Jace moved his hand to rub her bare arm and then rested it on her shoulder.After the Fireworks Show6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After about ten more minutes, the show ended. There was a loud cheer from the group of Shadowhunters a little ways in front of us. They were soon joined by howls coming from the werewolves.
Clary looked over at her friends. Isabelle and Maia had struck up a conversation with Simon and they each seemed to be struggling to keep his attention. Magnus and Alec were off a little ways by thems
Magnus the MagnificentMagnus slumped in the front seat of the floating pick-up truck, trying his best to breathe evenly. He couldnt recall a single time, not in all his eight hundred and four years of life, that he had used this much magic.Magnus the Magnificent6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The spell on the aqua-truck had been draining, but not exhausting. The ships wards, meanwhile, had been far more taxing. He had laboriously stripped them down layer by layer, and then had the gruelling task of actually keeping them down while keeping the truck afloat and maintaining various wards of his own.
It was highly discomforting knowing that the lives of every Nephilim on Valentines ship depended on him not loosing consciousness. If he lost his hold on the spell even for a moment the wards would snap back into place, killing anyone on the ship that wasnt either Valentine or demonic. It felt like he was juggling knives one handed, while trying to balance on a tightrope singing the Croatian national anthem backwards but if he dr
Jace and Clary-BlissJace wiped his hair from his forehead. The demon was huge, it spun around him in a slow circle, prowling, waiting for its moment to strike. Alec was swinging his seraph blade from hand to hand, shifting from foot to foot waiting for the attack. They had both fought this kind of demon before, but never with just two on their side. It was called a Black Demon, known for its poisoning abilities. If a shadow hunter even touched a speck of the demon's blood, he or she was infected, and would suffer from symptoms ranging from paralyzation to death. Shadow hunters never took them on alone. Jace licked his lips and gripped his hand on his blade handle. The demon continued to circle them; it had two legs, a human like body, but no face, not even the shape of a nose or eyes. It loved to terrorize mundanes before killing them. This one had decided to stroll into the city and do just that.Jace and Clary-Bliss6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This