#[ but all the other ghosts just think he likes Clarissa so now Doe is mad at him ]

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CHICO ― meet the ghosts

🕯 ❚❙❘ The mage has many ghosts under her control. At any given time they will surround her. She even has the ones with a stronger handle of physical object interactions working at her cafe. But there are a few she is particularly close to and appear more than others. It isn't rare for her to mention them from time to time.

HELDA : Her grandmother and the previous owner of Fairy Hill. She does not leave the apartment build and tends to only complain. Having her around is rather conflicting. Chico would prefer it if she moved on, but it is nice to still see her, even if she is cranky.

DOE : A Fairy Tail mage from many years ago who specialized in plant magic. She has a tan complexion with light freckles, giving her the appearance of a deer like her name sake. This is further by her kind and gentle nature. She was on a team with two younger girls, and when she passed of a sickness she stayed around to keep an eye on them. Feeling guilty for not being able to protect them anymore, something she hasn't been able to move past. Now she assists Chico in protecting others.

RAPHAEL : A rather smart young man who couldn't get over his own death. He wanted to continue learning which is what he was doing when Chico first found him in the city library. He was not a mage, and can not do much in a fight, but he is like a walking encyclopedia. His usefulness shines through when she is solving the pasts of other ghosts.

CLARISSA : Her newest ghost. A mage from Mermaid Heel who came to Magnolia to help in the war. A mage with solar powers, which were weakened greatly during the cloudy battle. When she died, she was rather confused, and missed her chance to move on. She is still young, at the age of nineteen, and out of all the ghosts who came from the war, Chico takes extra care of her. It isn't surprising to find Clarissa clinging close by because of this.

TONI & SONI : A brother sister pair who have been haunting this city so long no one can find information on them. There names were ones Chico gave herself due to them forgetting the originals. Toni, the older, is eight, is very protective of his little sister Soni, who is five. They have the unique magical ability matching magnets. While Toni repels objects, Soni can bring anything closer to herself. These are rather powerful and it is theorized that is because of how long they have been here.

ARIEUS : The most powerful ghost under her control, and he is not happy to be. One of the main reasons she dislikes leaving town is he is particularly hard to regain, each time the difficulty increases. Not much is known about him, just that he enjoyed terrorizing the towns people before Chico stopped him. He appears as a knight who only requips weapons with spikes. Arieus is not allowed to harm alive humans unless given permission, but that doesn't stop him from creating situations which can lead to harming Chico. So while she is not clumsy, she plays these events off as her being such. The other ghosts do there best to stop anything too dangerous befalling her.

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@rinadragomir said: Jace/Clary, He broke her favourite mug

Humourous Prompt #4: “So, you broke my favourite mug…and you’re breaking up with me?”

Fandom: TMI

Ship: Clace

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Alternate Universe - Normal College Setting

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Clarissa Fairchild’s day had started out quite well. It was noon and the yellow afternoon sun was streaming in through her bedroom windows, illuminating the canvas that she was currently illustrating with vibrant colours and impeccable shading as it stood propped up on its easel.

The sound of Taylor Swift’s soft voice singing ‘The 1’ from her Swiftie Playlist is the only thing to break the silence and it’s peaceful and it’s good and it’s almost like she’s on some higher plane, a plane that she’s currently trying to commit to memory through her painting of a luscious green landscape which had a glossy mirror-like lake at its center with the wispy white beginnings of what would soon be a majestic angel rising out of its depths.

She’s just adding in some touches of dappled sky blue, dipping her brush in the mug of water on the table beside her when the tranquility of the moment is quickly cut off by the sound of rapid knocking on her door. Sighing, the red head contemplates simply not answering before yet another volley of knocks echoes, sounding rather urgent, and so, reluctantly, she stabs her paint covered paint brush through her bun and heads to the door, opening it to reveal the sight of...Jace?

His hands are fidgeting and there’s a frantic look in his golden eyes as he steps forward, opens his mouth, then closes it, only to open it again.

“Clary...can I come in?”

She’s confused. What exactly was her boyfriend of two weeks doing showing up at her room unannounced looking like he’d seen a ghost? Particularly the same boyfriend who’d been avoiding her texts and effectively ghosting her for the last 48 hours, much to her chagrin.

She raises an auburn eyebrow, before stepping back to indicate that he could come in.

“Look Clary, I know that you’re probably a bit mad at me at the moment but I-” 

He breaks off, his hands are still wringing together in agitation and Clary is extremely perplexed by his odd behaviour. Where was the usually suave and over-confident Jace Herondale? The Jace who had been present mere days ago during the last time she’d seen him, when he’d dropped her off at her dorm room doorway after escorting her to an art exhibition, pressing her up against the door and placing a searing kiss on her lips before saying goodnight.

“Jace. What are you doing here?”

His eyes are molten liquid and anguish as he stands in the middle of her tiny room, the sunlight highlighting him and setting his golden locks on fire. He’s two feet away from where she’s still positioned by the doorway, close enough for the scent of his sharp cologne to reach her.

Instead of answering her question, he turns and starts agitatedly pacing the room, his speed increasing as the seconds pass. 

She was still asleep. This was all just a fever dream that her crazed mind had conjured up in her sleep, it had to be, that was the only explanation for this bemusing scenario that she’s currently finding herself in.

“Right ok, so, remind me, in cases of dreams like this, the protocol is usually to pinch yourself, correct?”

“What?” 

He sounds harried and more than a little puzzled as he pauses his relentless pacing for a moment before resuming and she can’t believe that Dream Jace thinks he has the right to find her confusing when he himself was acting this way.

“Alrighty Dream Jace, you just uhh, carry on with your exercising whilst I finish up over here,” she gestures pointlessly towards her almost finished canvas. After all, even if this was just a dream, there was no paint in wasting a perfectly good painting.

“This isn’t a dream Clary, it’s one hundred percent real.’ He pauses. “Although I wish it wasn’t.”

She sees it happening split seconds before he does. His frantic strides had been getting closer and closer to her little desk by her easel, the same desk which held not only her paintings but also her two medium sized white ceramic mugs, one with the words ‘Paint Water’ and the other with the words ‘Not Paint Water’ printed on them. They were a set, gifted to her by her mother when she’d moved into her dorm room and they were Clary’s absolute favourite utensils. 

There’s a sinking feeling in her gut as she watches one of them (the ‘Not Paint Water’) start to tremble as Jace whips past it, the momentum proving to be too much for the little mug to take and within the span of milliseconds it careens towards the floor, the sounds of crashing reverberating through the room. 

The look on Jace’s face is one of absolute horror. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t...I didn’t realise.” 

He cuts himself off when he sees her wordlessly stalk to the scene of the crime, bending over the shards and carefully picking up the larger ones with her bare hands and dropping them into the bin.

Still white-faced he rushes to help her and knocks his head on the side of the desk in the process of crouching down next to her. 

Clary’s had enough of this.

Straightening up, she towers over him, giving him her best glare as she plants her hands on her hips. “Jace, seriously, what is going on with you?”

Slowly, he stands up to meet her eye-level, only, he’s a lot taller than she is and she resists the temptation to stand on her tiptoes.

He heaves a deep breath before meeting her eyes. “Clary, I think that you and I should break up.”

There’s total silence. Well, except for the quiet sounds of Taylor Swift’s 22 playing in the background. What a horrendous choice of background music for this moment.

She clears her throat. “So, you broke my favourite mug…and you’re breaking up with me?”

Immediately, he unleashes a torrent of nearly unintelligible words in reply.

“I didn’t mean to break your mug, I swear, but as to us breaking up, it’s just, I’ve been thinking, you’re so good and kind and smart and a great artist and by the angel you’re hot, but you deserve better than someone like me, you deserve a lot better than an orphaned kid who spent his younger years being raised by a deranged foster parent that made him into a monster.”

His voice cracks on that last word.

Her brows knit together as she struggles to understand what he’s just dropped on her. Jace never spoke too much about his foster father, but it was clear that Valentine had really done a number on him as a child and once again she’s overwhelmingly grateful to the Lightwoods, the family that had taken Jace in once Valentine had gone to prison. 

Her heart gives a pang as she looks at the dejected man in front of her. Stepping forward, she reaches out and gently takes his hand in hers, her other hand traveling upwards to rest against his cheek and make him meet her eyes once more.

“Listen to me, you are not a monster. The only monster is Valentine, definitely not you, not the same boy who defended his adopted brother from the jerks who bullied him for being gay, not the same boy who once beat up a boy in high school for making his little sister cry and certainly not the kind and wonderful man who made me fall in love with him over this past year.”

 It’s the first time she’s said that she loves him and she might be a little worried that it was too early, no matter how true, but his eyes are burning into hers now and they seem to see inside her soul, looking for honesty and validation and hope and she gives it to him. He must have found what he was searching for in her gaze because he then crushes her to him, holding her tightly and breathing into her hair.

“Oh thank the Angel. I love you too, have for months.”

They stand like that for ages, savouring the moment and breathing the other in before the light darkens and Clary’s stomach rumbles, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. She pulls away from him, still smiling and grasping his hand in hers as she tugs him towards the doorway. 

“Come on, let’s head to Taki’s and grab a bite. Oh, and Jace?”

‘Yes, love?”

“You’re cleaning up that mess and buying me a new mug when we get back, right?”

“Absolutely.”

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Hopefully, that wasn’t too cheesy. Anyways, I hope you liked it Rina and thank you for being such an awesome mutual:))

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