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Anniversary Art
Fandom(s): The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types
Relationship(s): Clary Fray/Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland, Clary Fray/Simon Lewis, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland
Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply
Series: Nico's Multiamory March 2023
Summary: Clary paints for their anniversary.
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#multiamorymarch2023#my fics#climonace#clace#climon#jimon#the mortal instruments#the shadowhunter chronicles#clary fairchild#clary fray#simon lewis#simon lovelace#jace herondale#jace wayland
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@flufftober Day 11: Poetry, Art, Music, Craft
Jace wasnât sure how it had started.
Maybe it had started the day he played Simon the song heâd composed for Clary to ask if he thought sheâd like it.
Maybe it had started when the fifteen-year-old redhead stubbornly stood her ground in the Pandemonium and made him curious and half already head-over-heels.
Maybe it had even started the day Valentine had begun to teach him the piano.
He wasnât sure how any of it happened, but he was definitely happy with the results.
Simon knew perfectly well when it started: two days before Clary and Jaceâs one-month anniversary. He wasnât perfectly sure if they were celebrating their relationship or their fatherâs death or their winning the war but he decided not to ask.
âWhere do you think we should go?â Clary asked, looking anxious, swinging her legs, sitting on the table.
Simon didnât answer for a moment, too occupied with considering when his mother would get home. It had been another wonderful day of throwing his motherâs food away and hiding the fact that he was now a vampire. He was just thankful that drinking Jaceâs blood had made him able to withstand the sun again, because dealing with that would have been impossible much longer.
âSi,â Clary said impatiently.
âSorry,â Simon blinked. âRight. You think heâs ever seen a movie?â
His best friend nodded. âHeâs seen a couple,â She made a face. âHeâs obsessed with The Birds. Maybe I should just show him another to get him off that.â
âThatâs just bad taste,â Simon smirked. âThink he shows that in other areas too?â
Clary seized a cushion from the couch next to her and lazily tossed it at him. In past times, he would have dodged it. This time, her shadowhunter aim struck true despite his vampire reflexes.
âTake him to dinner,â Simon said, laughing. âCandlelit and everything. Maybe one of those places you like to sketch the sunset.â
âPlanning on it,â Clary said, smiling brightly too. Her red hair fell into her eyes. Simon valiantly tried to ignore the urge to push it out of them â like heâd tried to ignore all signs of his continuing feelings. âWhat else, though?â
âThe arcade.â Simon decided. âHeâd love the fighting and racing games.â Simon had to grin imagining the look on Jaceâs face at seeing Dance Dance Revolution. The piano was one thing, that was entirely another.
Clary brightened up. âThatâs a great idea! Thanks, Simon.â She checked her phone. âI have a while before I have to get back to the Institute. Want to go check the new comics in the store out?â
Simon shrugged. âSure. Should be fun.â He and Clary always had fun though, whatever they did, so it didnât really matter.
He was thinking about Jace. How heâd turned into someone he admired from the âfake blondâ heâd hated with a passion. Enough to approve Claryâs relationship with him even with a broken heart. He couldnât believe he knew Jace well enough to give his girlfriend ideas for a date. And that he liked thinking of him on the Dance Dance Revolution machine, all sweaty and grinning with that lazy arrogance he always had.
Claryâd had ideas of what her life was going to be since her childhood.
She was going to backpack around Europe with Simon. She was going to study Art, hopefully in NYU or Columbia. Maybe sheâd specialize in art therapy eventually, or architecture or design. That part hadnât been too clear. Simon would take a nice safe major for his mother, while focusing on his music. Theyâd live together.
And eventually, sheâd meet someone who made her heart race. Who was handsome and charming and appreciative and loving. And sheâd get a job and maybe a pet and maybe kids later in life.
That had all been for later though.
And sheâd never thought about what would happen with Simon then.
Simon had been a constant for more than a decade in her life. She couldnât imagine it without him. He was part of who she was.
But Clary had never imagined that he would find someone when sheâd find a boy. Sheâd never taken him for granted in the usual way â sheâd always treasured his friendship â but she realized she had taken his presence in her life for granted; never once imagined that in her future he might not be there.
She remembered how jealous sheâd been of Izzy when theyâd first met â la belle Isabelle with her grace and beauty and deadly smile and whip, with whom Simon had been smitten instantly.
Sheâd always imagined that the one she loved would come into her life and change it forever â that romance would come into oneâs life with pomp and blare, clear and instant.
And it had. She loved Jace. Jace was everything sheâd imagined â beautifully handsome, appreciative of her and her art, broody but kind, a knight in shining armour. He was also everything sheâd never thought she could love with such a fierce intensity â snark, trauma, an overprotectiveness that extended to making decisions for her. Being her fatherâs adopted son.
But love had also somehow managed to creep up on her, silent and invisible, unfolding from her friendship like it had always been inevitable. Simon was an open-book, lighthearted, clumsy even as a vampire. Nothing like her childhood dreams of romance. And yet, loving him was childhood innocence. Easy as breathing. It came naturally.
Two boys, nearly nothing alike, and they both had an unimaginable hold of her heart.
Jace had never thought heâd ever feel romantic love.
Heâd thanked the Angel everyday for Alec and Isabelle and Max. Robert and Maryse too, but his siblings had always been more family to him than them. He knew they were fond of him, but to them he was their ward. To his siblings, he was family. A Lightwood through and through.
For him, they were enough. Of course they were.
And then heâd met Clary.
She was ⌠everything. She was the whole world, his whole world. He wasnât sure when, exactly, heâd fallen in love with her. She was always unexpected. He had no idea what she was going to do or when. Heâd had no idea he was going to kiss her until he did. He hadnât known she would come for him at Renwickâs until she did. He hadnât thought in his wildest dreams that she would slap him for putting her life at risk rather than throwing herself at him for saving her.
Romantic love wasnât something that he could shrug off, apparently. Even when he knew she was his sister, even when he knew it was wrong, even when sheâd been dating someone else, loving Clary wasnât a switch in him that could be turned off.
He had never felt as much jealousy as when heâd seen Simon kiss Claryâs wrist in Magnusâ house. Heâd burned with it, the rage and sadness enough to power several cities.
He still wasnât sure when Simon had turned from the annoying mundane tag along to someone he valued.
It had become clear, eventually, that without Simon there was no Clary. If Clary was the world, Simon was the axis that kept it spinning and stable. The evenness to her temper, the caution to her impulse, the light-heartedness to her angst, the carefreeness to her troubledness.
Heâd nearly given his life for the vampire, back on the ship. I would have let you, heâd said in response to Simonâs horror at his capability of draining Jaceâs blood. The first time saving him, at the Dumort â that had been entirely for Clary, because he didnât want to see the panic in her eyes any longer.
The second time ⌠despite his jealousy, despite Simon being a downworlder â it had not been for her. At least, Clary hadnât been the only reason.
And it had been enough to at least somewhat trust him. We have Clary in common, heâd said. We both care for her. Sheâs important to both of us.
Jace wasnât sure what exactly to make of that.
Nevertheless, the vampire was his best source as to whether Clary would like the song. So off he went.
âYouâve composed a song for Clary,â Simon said, staring at Jace. âAnd you want me to say if sheâll like it.â
âIf youâre done rehashing what weâve already established, vampire. . .â The Shadowhunter drawled.
Simon held his hands up in surrender. âAlright, alright. Thereâs a piano in the other room. We can use it.â
âWhy exactly do you have a piano?â Jace asked curiously, watching Simon through narrow gold eyes from his seat on the piano. His eyes are so. . . otherworldly, Simon thought, unwillingly enraptured. He shook it off.
Simon had to smile at the memory of the story. âClary and I were ten, my sister Rebecca was twelve and sheâd decided she was going to be in the school orchestra. And Luke said he had a piano in his house, so she decided she was going to learn to play it. But then Clary saidââ
âAlright, alright,â Jace rolled his eyes. He looked, oddly pensive and for a moment, almost jealous. But what would he have to be jealous of? He was the one dating the love of Simonâs life. âBy the Angel, youâre a more long-winded storyteller than Isabelle.â He stretched his hands out and considered them, before laying them on the piano and beginning to play.
Simon had no idea how to describe what followed. He knew Jace was talented. Jace was good at pretty much everything he did. But he hadnât expected the music Jace played to resonate with him so deeply. He could see Clary as Jace saw her: the red hair, the gleam of mischief, the temper, the courage.
Simonâs guitar was lying next to the piano from the last time he and Rebecca had played together for one of their family gatherings (Mom, Luke, Jocelyn, Clary, and Aunt Betty). Simon hardly knew when he picked it up and began to flow with the song.
The melody dragged him into a high â into a trance he couldnât escape. He didnât need to know the technicalities of it, he could just play. It was like the times Clary got inspiration for her drawings; she literally couldnât stop drawing or explain where all that was coming from.
The last notes faded away and the spell was broken. Simon and Jace stared at each other.
âYou. . . You understoodââ Jace cleared his throat and stopped, like that would prevent Simon from understanding what he was saying. The way they had synchronized, the way he had understood what Jace was playing and been able to reproduce it on the guitar. . .
They understood one anotherâs music.
âDo you think sheâll like it?â Jace asked finally.
Simon wasnât sure who the sudden roaring jealousy he felt was for. He wasnât sure of anything. âIâm sure sheâll love it,â he said in a brittle voice.
Clary spent a lot of time sketching Jace.
She could never quite perfectly capture him, though she never stopped trying. She supposed it was the same with all artists regarding people they loved: their essence was always frustratingly missing from the art.
Her pencil made an unintentional skid across Jaceâs wing. Irritated, she sighed.
âClary?â
âJace!â All her attention was instantly on her boyfriend, who was leaning against the doorway. She set aside the sketchbook and bounced up to him. âWhat are you doing here?â
Jace took her hands and pressed kisses to them, avoiding the obvious charcoal spotted places, giving her shivers. âWatching my beautiful artistic girlfriend create marvels?â
Clary smiled. âYou can be here for that too, but I really donât think that was your main intention in coming.â
Jace shrugged, looking uncomfortable. It sometimes still blew her away how he trusted her enough to be vulnerable around her, when sometimes he couldnât be around Alec and Izzy, who were dearest in the world to him, his parabatai and sister. âI wanted to see you,â He whispered. âYouâre always, well â when I see you, I always feel more ⌠grounded.â
Clary knew what he meant. It was the way she always felt when she saw Simon. She didnât think heâd take well to that comparison though.
âDid something remind you of ⌠the War?â She asked gently. Theyâd talked about it, but it was still a landmine of a topic around everyone. Clary personally thought the lot of them needed therapy.
Jace laughed wryly. âNot that. This time at least.â He kissed her before she could question him further.
Even recognizing the deflection technique, she kissed him back, winding her hands in his hair the way she always liked to. Sparks flew between them, as they always did. Jace never handled her delicately, never seemed to think she wasnât strong despite his smothering overprotectiveness. He tasted of danger, of fireworks, and yet of the coolness of mystery and night.
So different from Simon, who felt like childhood, like lemonade, the sweet aftertaste that lingered and made you happy. Who held her like she was delicate china.
Jace lifted her up and Clary hooked her legs around his hip. âDonât think,â She gasped. âThat youâre going to escape my other questionsâoh, again!â
Jace smirked and his teeth scraped against the same spot on her neck. His hands moved from her waist to her cheek and the bed, and her sketchbook was knocked off it.
Its pages turned as it landed on the floor, ending on a sketch of Simon, smiling gently with flyaway hair in the moonlight, the Mark of Cain vivid. There was an eerie stillness and yet soft bright light to it that seemed to capture him exactly, making her fond of it, much more than all the ones sheâd made of him over the years while learning how to draw.
Jace picked it up, face emotionless, and considered it.
âJaceââ Her mouth fell shut. She didnât know what to say. Â
âYou love him,â He said.
There were any number of things she could have said: I love you. Heâs my best friend. I didnât even know, until recently.
All of them were true, but they wouldâve also been cop outs and if there was one thing that she wasnât, it was a coward.
âYes.â
Jace looked thoughtful. âAnd ⌠You love me too?â
Clary exhaled softly, and caught his hand in hers. âYou know I do.â
His face softened. âYeah. I do.â He sat on the bed, pulling her down next to him. âWhat are we doing, Clary?â
Clary felt panic stir in her. He wasnât breaking up with her. Was he?
âWeâre in a relationship,â she said with forced calm. âAnd youâve just found out that I am also in love with my best friend.â
âUnconventional,â Jace quirked a grin. âBut then again, our relationship always has been like that.â The relief she felt caused the melting of tension she didnât even know existed. If he was joking, things were fine. âCanât even fault your taste,â He said sadly, shaking his head.
Clary had to suppress a grin at the similarity to the conversation sheâd had with Simon only a day back. âArenât you the one who always called him a rat faced bastard?â
âHe did go and get himself turned into one.â Jace muttered defensively. âBut no, thereâs something about him. . . He isnât half bad-looking.â
Coming from Jace, this was a bald statement of attraction. That made her consider him more carefully. Jace, who had once thought Simon was the worst and most inconvenient person to grace the earth. Jace, who had his face carefully neutral and playful, his hands clenched and the strange tenor of his voice when he was speaking of emotions but was trying not to be emotional.
âYouâre in love with him too.â Clary realized as she said it.
Jace exhaled, and his hand trembled. Clary squeezed it reassuringly. Iâm here, it said. Youâre not alone. If you donât want to talk about it, we wonât, but emotions wonât kill you.
âLove is rather an exaggeration, I think,â he said at last. âBut there may be more to my feelings for him than I thought.â
Clary stared at him. âI canât believe you even admitted that much.â
That startled a laugh from him. âIsabelle couldnât, either.â He said. He was smiling the way he always did when he spoke of his brother and sister. âBut Alec said. Well. He said that his relationship with Magnus had only come about when he went to thank him for saving him, and thereby, âtalking and admitting feelingsâ.â Jace wrinkled his nose as he always did at those things. Clary felt her heart swell in fondness.
âWell,â She said. âThat is definitely more emotion than I expected from Alec.â
Jace snorted. âYeah, the hard-as-stone thing is a whole façade. Heâs a total softie.â There was a pause. He sighed. âIâm going to have to do this whole thing again with Simon, right?â
At this, Clary giggled. âAfraid so.â
âDamn it.â
âYouâre inviting me to your one-month anniversary dinner?â Simon stared at his best friend. She always had barmy ideas, but this was ridiculous even for her. Then something occurred to him. âDoes Jace know?â
âOf course he does,â Clary said, sounding offended.
âRight. . . .â Simon trailed off, wondering why.
âHe wants you to bring your guitar,â the redhead added.
At this, resentment built up in him. So Jace thought he could just get him to play the song without even asking in person? A confession of love that wasnât his to the girl Jace knew he loved? He ignored that the hurt stemmed from the fact that heâd thought playing Jaceâs composition together was theirs and theirs alone, that their duet had been private, a secret treasure for his heart.
Well. Clearly not.
What had he even expected from Jace?
Clary obviously saw that he was going to refuse. âPlease, Si,â she said, her green eyes wide. It was the same expression she got every time she wanted to do something recklessly stupid, Simon refused to get involved, right before heâd do it anyway and both of them got grounded by their moms. It was completely unfair because Clary knew the effect that expression had on him. His firm wall began to crumble rapidly.
âFine,â Simon sighed.
Clary smiled brightly. âGreat!â She peered closely at him. When he raised an inquiring eyebrow, she gave a very Not-Clary awkward laugh. She hesitated. âWhat do you think of Jace?â
Simon stared at her. âAre you seriously asking for my approval of your boyfriend a month after beginning to date him?â His not-beating-anymore heart began to pound. If anyone could figure out how he was feeling, Clary could. She knew him best, even though she had a total obliviousness to any feelings directed her way. And he really didnât want to have a âyes, I fancy your boyfriend, except maybe not really, except I definitely do because I think heâs stupidly attractive and snark and courage humanized and an incredible musician with whom Iâve played a duet like never beforeâ conversation with her.
âYes, I am.â
âWell. . .â Simon swallowed. âJace is. . . .â Play it cool, he told himself. âAlright.â That came out way too stiffly.
Except Clary didnât seem to think so. She studied him for a moment and then went back to smiling brightly, kissing his cheek and heading out of the house.
Simon wasnât sure if the âI have a crushâ lightheadedness he was going through was because of Clary or Jace.
âI thought you were going to a mundane restaurant?â Simon asked, frowning.
âWe were,â Clary said. âBut we couldnât exactly take you somewhere they wouldnât serve you blood.â She was leaning into Jace.
Theyâd turned into a couple that used âweâ for everything, Simon thought bitterly, trying to hide his surprise at how theyâd changed their plans for him.
Dinner went easily, much to Simonâs amazement. Heâd expected having dinner with the best friend he had been in love with for years and her boyfriend for whom Simon had also developed feelings for wouldâve been awkward, but this was natural. And it gave him way too much hope, ganging up on Clary with Jace, laughing at Jaceâs stories of his and his siblingsâ antics, nodding in commiseration at the way Jaceâs face fell when he mentioned Max and Clary kissed his cheek in comfort.
They were a good couple, he noted with a sad-proud feeling. He was happy Clary had found someone who loved her so much, someone who was so amazing even heâd begun to ⌠Well.
Jace kissed the remaining strawberry chocolate off Claryâs mouth. Simonâs throat closed up. He was torn between continuing watching and feeding some fantasies and jerking away because this was his best friend dammit! Clary pulled away and cleared her throat. She exchanged an indecipherable look with Jace.
That made him anxious. He could always read Clary.
Clary pulled out two papers, and Simon recognized them as coming from the sketchbook Luke had gifted her for her fifteenth birthday. She pushed one towards Jace. âThis is for you,â she said nervously, twisting her hair with her fingers the way she always did when she was tense. âI know itâs not much, but consideringââ
âClary,â Jace said with a sharp inhale. He looked like he was about to cry and Simon felt uncomfortable at witnessing such an intimate moment. He wondered why Claryâd asked him to come. âItâs beautiful.â He said, sounding awed. âYou- I look â well. Thank you.â
Simon caught a glimpse of it. It was a sketch of Jace, sitting, leaning back, looking remarkably pleased with himself and yet softly happy. The way he crossed his arms, the way his chipped tooth made his smile imperfect, the way his eyebrows relaxed, the light reflected from his golden wolf eyes. . . . Every detail revealed how much Clary had poured herself into this piece.
Every stroke was an ode to how much she loved him.
Simon couldnât breathe through his longing and jealousy for a few moments â it was pretty good he didnât actually need to do it anymore. He ignored them kissing.
âAnd Simon,â Clary said, holding out the other rolled up sheet. Her eyes were bright. With trepidation, with hope. âThis is for you.â
Finally feeling like theyâd come to the point of why theyâd asked him to come there, Simonâs hand trembled a bit, feeling the same emotions Clary displayed so openly. He took it and rolled it out.
He stared at the drawing, wondering, hopeful, fragile enough that a breeze could knock him over. Time stopped, and the world paused.
It was Simon. Simon with his hands stretched out, smiling half-seriously half-playfully in the moonlight, the Mark of Cain very visible.
Clary poured her emotions into all her work â heâd seen breathtaking emotion-wringing portraits of hers of sceneries, their mothers, Rebecca, the Lightwoods.
This â this was different.
This was like Jaceâs. From which anyone could tell that each stroke was an expression of love, that the artist loved the subject beyond all measure â the eros type of love.
âWhat is this?â His voice was tight.
âSimon,â Claryâs voice was trembling. âI love you. Iâm in love with you.â
Simon had wanted to hear these words for years. He dropped the paper, but Jaceâs reflexes were fast enough for him to catch it before it fell into the remains of his blood waffles.
âWhat?â
âWould you like some poetry to make things clear?â Jace asked, leaning back casually, like hearing his girlfriend confess her love for someone else was an everyday thing. His eyes pierced him, and the message was clear: Say you love her back, because I know you do. If you break her heart now, I will stake you through the heart.
Not that Simon needed that, thank you very much.
âI â I love you too, Clary, Of course I do.â He spoke. Clary smiled up at him with tremulous hope. âBut why are you--? What are we going to--?â He stumbled over his questions.
âThat depends on what your answer is to this,â she nudged her boyfriend.
Jace sighed deeply. âI wouldnât mind being in a relationship with you, vampire.â He drawled.
 Simon was not prepared for this. He pinched his arm to make sure he wasnât dreaming.
âJace!â Clary chided.
Jace gave her a petulant look. She nodded her head fiercely in Simonâs direction. He interrupted. âYou â like me?â
Jace stared at him, clearly recognizing the wishes and dreams and hopes he had put into that one question. âYes,â he said softly. âI canât say I love you â but. When we played the â at your house,â he glanced at Clary, who apparently didnât know about that. âYou understood me. You understood my ⌠music. And even before that. You refused to lie about my family to leave the prison. You stayed with Clary despite everything. Even your goddamn pop culture references.â His whole face softened. âAnd Clary loves you.â It closed. âWhat about you?â
âAnd Clary loves you.â Simon agreed, his mind whirling. That was the basis of everything: as Jace had put it a bit more than a month ago; Clary was what they had in common. They both cared for her. âYouâve saved my life. So many times. Despite my being a Downworlder or mundane. You understand my music, you keep up with me in every argument and fight we have. You never treated me differently after I was Turned. You kept me sane while I was in prison. And youâre quite possibly the most frustratingly handsome person Iâve ever met,â Simon rambled. âHow could I not?â
Jace looked completely stunned. Then he blinked, and the usual knowing smirk spread across his face. âHow could you not indeed.â
âSo. . . So. . .â Simon ignored that. âIf we all love each other, then. . .?â
âSimon Lewis,â Clary said, exchanging a look with Jace. âHow would you like to join our relationship and try being with us?â Jace looked at him in supposed boredom, but Simon knew him well enough to recognize the barely concealed hope.
âI. . .â Simon pinched himself again. âDefinitely.â
âReally?â Clary asked, voice trembling, her eyes bright with tears.
Simon laughed hoarsely. âClary, Iâve been in love with you for as long as Iâve known what romantic love is. I love you. Of course Iâll jump at the chance.â Like I did before, went unsaid. Heâd gotten a bit too emotional at the end, but Clary was worth it.
She leaned in and kissed him â and Simon couldnât help feeling that this was so much better than their previous ones. Clary let out a sigh and her breath was warm and she was so beautiful and tasted like heat and strawberry and chocolate and felt like home. She was incredible, and kissing her was all he could focus on.
Then she dropped back, and even before he could complain of the sudden loss, Jace had swept in. Jace kissed like he did everything else â intensely and fiercely. If Clary had been the steady love and home, Jace was the windstorm that swept everything away in its wake, yet so awe-inspiring to behold. Kissing him was an exhilarating fight, and their teeth clacked together. Their first kiss left him even more breathless than he usually was.
Simon watched Jace and Clary kiss too, and now â now watching it didnât create any jealousy, just pure simple happiness and awe. Disbelief swirled in his head. The two people he loved â and now they were in a relationship. He felt Claryâs foot twine around his, in the way they had always done in boring functions since their childhood, and feeling bold, he reached over and took Jaceâs hand.
Jaceâs gaze snapped up to meet his, and then he smiled and winked. He held the cup of coffee Clary had been drinking from up, and when Clary reached up, he held it even higher.
Her eyes narrowed.
âJace,â She said in a clipped tone that did nothing to bely her happiness. âGive it to me.â
âWhy?â Jace asked, shrugging. âNot my fault youâre so short.â
âYouâre playing a dangerous game there, Heronwood,â Simon said cheerfully to his new boyfriend.
âHeronwood?â Jace echoed, eyes as narrowed as Claryâs.
âHerondale plus Lightwood,â Clary nodded solemnly. âItâs a beautiful portmanteau.â
âAnd it suits you perfectly!â Simon laughed.
Jace gave a yelp as Clary elbowed his arm harshly and dragged her coffee cup away from him, all three of them laughing all the while.
Simonâs dead heart swelled as he looked at them â his gorgeous amazing girlfriend and boyfriend.
âI love you both,â he said recklessly.
Jace smiled suddenly, the sweet smile in Claryâs drawing, very unlike the sarcastic asshole grin he usually had. âWe love you too.â
Jace could just imagine what his faâValentine would say.
His daughter, and a vampire.
But now, now after he was dead, after all the abuse was finally out in the open, he looked at his incredible partners who understood him and his music and his trauma so well and had now begun to argue about something something in a tv show and thought about his home and his adopted parents and the siblings who had stuck with him through thick and thin.
Every time Valentine had told him he was unworthy of love. Every time heâd broken a bone of his. The dead body of his beloved falcon. Valentine lecturing about how parabatai led to destruction. How love destroyed.
He was wrong. So, so wrong.
It all mattered, of course. Abuse couldnât be resolved by a relationship.
But still. He was lucky. He was so glad he had made it here.
âWeâll need to talk about this,â he said. âHow weâll make a relationship like this work.â
âWe do,â Simon agreed.
âBut later,â Clary said. Playfulness danced in her eyes. âFor now. . .â She kissed him again, and he closed his eyes and just ... enjoyed the feeling of Simonâs hands on him and Claryâs lips on his.
So very lucky indeed.
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Here is my card for Bad Things Happen Bingo! Check them out, they are awesome.Â
Hereâs how it works. I will be writing a lot of whump in the coming month, and I will be taking prompts from my card for that. The unfortunate sufferer is, of course, no one other thanÂ
Jace Herondale!
The pairings will vary, however. And since I still have a list of quite a lot of pairings I havenât tried or havenât written enough of⌠Iâm going to use this as a chance to do them. So here is a list of 25 options of ships for you to choose from. Pick one, pick a card space and send them as an ask - I will be crossing out the ships from the list with what space was requested for them in the brackets, so you can know what you can still request.
The filled prompts will be posted with an updated card and a link to this list for curious new requesters.
SebJace (Broken angel)
SebJace (Electrocution)
SebJace (Chained to a bed)
Gretel/Jace
Velondale��(Hostage situation)
Velondale (Public execution/torture)
Rebecca/Jace
Velondalewood (human shield)
Japhael (Made a lab rat)
Japhael (Strapped to an operating table)
Jagnus (Forced to kneel/bow)
Jagnus (Locked in a trunk)
Heronlightstar (Used in sacrifice/ritual)
Climonace
Jimon (drowning)
Jaia (Shock collar)
Jalec (Kidnapped)
Jordan/Jace (Bound and Gagged)
Jace/Verlac (not the same as SebJace!)
Magnus/Bat/Jace
Alec/Jace/Magnus/Bat aka Valondanewood (I have your loved one)
Jace/Maia/Bat
Jace/Lydia
Jeliorn (I have you now, my pretty)
Jeliorn
As for villains, you can definitely expect appearances of our dearest Valentine, Aldertree, Kaelie, possibly Sebastian Morgenstern himself and many, many others⌠You can always send a villain and/or some details you would like me to include in the prompt too.
Hope this will be a fun experience for all of us! I know I, for sure, am going to enjoy it, unlike Jace.
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ok so ive been planning to write clary/jace/simon but i just read the best fic of them and i feel like moriarty when she told sherlock she doesnt paint originals bc she has nothing to add to the world anymore
#somebody shut me up#is there a ship name for them or will i forever have to type all their names out#cmon we have sizaphael and jasaphael but not#climonace#????? haha wtf#fic writing problems
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Choices as Fragile as Glass
Fandom(s): The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare
Relationship(s): Clary Fray/Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland, Clary Fray/Simon Lewis, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland
Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply
Series: Nico's Polyam Shipping Days
Summary: Valentine is dead and the war is over. Yet Clary finds she still has hard decisions to make, such as figuring out which of the two boys she loves she should give her heart to. Itâs not until she sees the two of them interacting together that she realizes the correct choice.
@polyamships
#polyamshippingday#my fics#climonace#climon#clace#jimon#the shadowhunter chronicles#the mortal instruments#shadowhunters#clary fairchild#clary fray#clary morgenstern#simon lewis#jace herondale#jace wayland#jace lightwood#jace morgenstern
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Oooh, and when I do, I will use it as a chance to tick ships of my list that I havent written yet or need more of.
Climonace, Jaia, Velondale, Ashzera, SebJace... Probably a lot of SebJace đ
The moment that bloody essay is handed in I am requesting a bad things happen bingo card.
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