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[soulofapatrick]

Domesticated - Jace Herondale x Female (Daylighter) Reader

Summary: this is a 5 + 1 of all the times you and Jace act like a couple even before you admit feelings for each other

Words: 6k

Warnings: injury, bleeding, blood drinking

Y/N’s POV - 

Part One

I’m not really sure when Jace appearing at random hours of the day in my apartment became a normal things. He’s dirty and covered in ichor from a demon hunt the Clave sent him and Alec on and he’s grumbling to himself as he shrugs off his leather jacket. There’s dried blood on him from wounds his iratze rune probably healed and he’s toeing off his shoes before grumbling more about the demons. 

“I’m going to shower.” He tells me, voice gruff but there’s a softness to it as he addresses me. 

“Alright Jace.” I respond, turning back to the show I was watching, waiting up for him to get back as it’s nearly 2am. Being a vampire is weird, especially a daylighter like Simon as at first I was nocturnal and now, suddenly, I’m back to daylight hours. It was weird getting used to humanity again but ever since Jace has been coming round it’s been easier somehow. 

As I listen to the sound of the water running in the bathroom, I can’t help but think about how effortlessly Jace fits into my life. We’ve been…friends? Yeah, friends for so long, and lately, it feels like we’ve crossed some invisible line into something more. But whenever I’m around him, my heart would be pounding if it could still beat and there’s a stirring in my undead soul, a flutter of excitement I though I had long forgotten. 

If it weren’t for Jace, I might have left the Shadowhunter world behind altogether, taken Magnus up on whisking me somewhere far away, maybe Canada, Clary and Simon, my own best friends, seem to have forgotten about me again, lost in their own adventures and relationship. And Luke, the only parental figure in my life, is more invested in his pack than checking up on me. But somehow, Jace always manages to find his way back to my doorstep, like a guiding light in the darkness. 

I remember the first time he appeared on my doorstep, how he looked at me with those piercing golden eyes and saw something in me that no one else seemed to. He didn’t treat me like a monster or a freak because of what I had become, but instead, he saw me for who I truly am—a creature worthy of love and friendship.

And now, sitting here on the couch, waiting for him to remerge from the bathroom, I can’t help but wonder how the hell we ended up here in this weird dance and routine, so domesticated. One moment we’re battling demons and next, we’re lounging on the couch like a couple of teenagers on a lazy Sunday afternoon. 

Finally, after what feel like an eternity, Jace remerges from the bathroom, looking surprisingly innocent and boyish in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a graphic tee-shirt that I’m pretty sure is either mine or my brothers. His hair is still damp from the shower, tousled in a way that makes him look disarmingly handsome. Despite the exhaustion tech into his features, there’s a spark in his golden eyes that never fails to draw me in. 

Jace collapses onto the couch beside me, his head finding its place on my shoulder, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. His weight against me is comforting, like an anchor tethering me to reality amidst the chaos of our lives. I close my eyes, revelling in the warmth of his presence and the steady rhythm of his breath against my skin.

As exhaustion finally catches up to him, his breathing evens out, lulling me into a sense of peace. I listen to the sound of his steady inhales and exhales, a gentle melody that soothes my restless mind. And as I drift off into sleep, I'm enveloped in the cocoon of his scent—sunshine and something uniquely Jace, mixed with the subtle fragrance of my shower products. It's a comforting aroma, one that fills me with a sense of belonging and contentment.

In the depths of slumber, I feel his warmth beside me, a constant presence that eases my fears and worries. But when I wake in the morning, he's gone, leaving behind only a hastily scrawled note on my coffee table. My heart sinks as I read his words, explaining that Alec called him in early for paperwork and debriefing on the previous day's hunt.

Despite the pang of disappointment at his absence, I can't help but smile at the thought of him, out there in the world, fighting alongside his fellow Shadowhunters. And as I rise to start the day, I carry with me the memory of his presence, the echo of his warmth lingering in the air like a promise of his return.

Part Two

I awake to a crashing and the grumbled cry of Jace, my panic immediately vanishing at the sound of his voice. My phone reads 7.03pm and I’m realising my nap was longer than I had planned or anticipated, having tried to stay awake for Jace who had messaged me to say he’d be home in time for dinner. 

As I groggily process the situation, something within me stirs at the realisation Jace used the word “home” to describe my place. It’s a simple word, but coming from him, it carries a weight that sends a flutter through my un-beating heart. I push aside the covers and pull myself sleepy from bed, feeling the fabric of a shirt that definitely isn’t mine brush against my skin as it reaches mid-thigh. 

Shuffling towards the kitchen, I’m met with the sight and smell of chaos. Jace is in the midst of a culinary disaster, his brow furrowed in frustration as he grumbles to himself. The scent of burning food fills the air, assaulting my sensitive vampire senses, But despite the mess and the mishap, there’s something oddly endearing about the scene—the way Jace is so determined to make dinner for us, even if it means nothing is going according to plan. 

As I approach him, I can’t help but smile at the sight of him, his hir tousled and his expression a mix of annoyance and determination. Despite the chaos, there a sense of warmth and familiarity in the air, a feeling of him that I’ve come to associate with him. 

I head straight for the fridge to grab fresh ingredients as soon as I get the gist of what he was trying to make by the minced meat and the spaghetti, catching the way he looks at me. There’s a softness in his gaze, a silent appreciation for my presence and the way I effortlessly step in to salvage the situation. But when I reach for the pasta sauce, Jace stops me, holding up a jar of red liquid. 

My heart tries to burst out of my chest when I realise what it is. Jace wasn’t just trying to make dinner for us; he was trying to recreate a meal I loved as a human, altered for my now vampire self. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes about his thoughtfulness and the depth of his care for me. 

“Raphael said it was the best of the best and told me how to prepare it so it doesn’t…” Jace waves his hands around trying to think of the word Raphael used, “Separate?” 

I can’t help but laugh softly at the face Jace makes as he says the word ‘separate’. It’s moments like these that remind me of just how endearing he can be, even when he’s trying his best to navigate unfamiliar territory like helping a vampire like me. 

Stepping closer to him, I wrap my arms around him in a hug, feeling the tension in his muscles as he hesitates before finally relaxing enough to return the embrace. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he buries his face in my hair. In the moment, with the scent of blood and spices lingering in the air and the warmth of Jace’s embrace surrounding me, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for the man standing in front of me. 

Reluctantly, Jace finally lets me go, suggesting we try cooking again. As I try to assist him, he’s suddenly spinning me back to face and him and gripping my waist in his strong hands, lifting me and sitting me on a clean area of the counter top, “You’re to just sit there and look pretty while I work this out.” He says with a smirk, a hint of redness colouring his cheeks. 

I can’t help but let out the most embarrassing giggle at his sudden shyness, feeling a warmth spread through me at his playfulness. As I watch him move around the pitch with practiced ease, a sense of contentment washes over me. Despite the chaos and mishaps, being here with Jace feels like home. 

And as I sit on the counter, watching him cook, I cant’t help but feel grateful for moments like these—simple, ordinary, mundane moments that remind me of what I could have had when human. Surrounded by the warmth and aroma of our makeshift meal and Jace’s soft humming as he cooks, I know that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we have each other, we'll always find a way to make it through.

Part Three

The library is quiet as I slip inside, the familiar scent of old books and parchment greeting me like an old friend. Alec had given me permission to use the Institute as a safe haven whenever I like, and I often find myself wandering towards the library. It’s become my sanctuary, a place where I can escape the weird world I’m now a part of and lose myself in the pages of novels and histories. 

As I roam the aisles, my fingers trailing along the spines of countless books, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. The library is a treasure trove of knowledge, and I’ve made it my mission to learn as much as I can about the Shadowhunter world. I immerse myself in the histories of the Clave, learning about the battles fought and the heroes who rose to prominence, the history of the main families in this world. 

Eventually, I pick a book off the shelves, one that Alec had actually recommended to me during one of our conversations. It’s a thick volume filled with tales of Shadowhunter lore, and I can’t wait to delve into its pages. With a contented sigh, I sink into one of the soft loveseats scattered throughout the massive library, feeling eh weight of the book in my hands as I lose myself in the pages. 

For the rest of the afternoon, I’m lost in a world of magic and mystery, my surroundings fading away as I become immersed in the story unfolding before me. The hours pass in a blur, but in the moment, surrounded by the knowledge and history of the Shadowhunters, I feel a sense of belonging and purpose that I’ve been searching for since the day I was turned. 

My attention is momentarily drawn away from the pages of the book in my hand by the faint murmur of voices approaching. It takes a moment but I’m recognising the voices, the cadence of their speech familiar to me even from a distance with my new hearing abilities. But it’s the sound of the library door opening that truly captures my attention, and when I look up, my heart skips a beat at the sight of a familiar blonde figure standing in the doorway. 

Jace. 

His golden eyes scan the room, searching, until they land on me. A smile spreads across his face, lighting up his features in a way that never fails to make my heart flutter like it’s still beating, “There you are, Mouse,” He greets, using the stupid pet name he’s decided for me, “You weren’t at home.” 

As he strides over, my attention is captivated by the way his muscles ripple beneath the fabric of his tight black shirt, each movement a testament to his strength and grace. My pulse would be skyrocketing if it could, and I can feel a flush from the recent blood I drank creeping its way up my neck as he stops in front of me, his presence commanding and magnetic. 

“Hey Jace,” I manage to say, voice betraying the flutters of excitement I feel within me. 

He smirks, golden eyes dancing with amusement as if he knows what he’s doing to me, “What were you doing here all alone?” He asks, tone teasing yet filled with genuine curiosity. 

I just shrug, attempting to maintain an air of casualness despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, “Just needed the quiet.” I reply, my voice soft. 

He nods in understanding, his expression softening as he reaches out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The simple gesture sending a shiver down my spine, igniting a rush of sensations that I struggle to contain. His proximity, his touch—it's all too much, and yet not enough.

“Hey, listen,” He says, his voice warm and inviting, “We’re all heading to the Hunter’s Moon to hear Simon sing, You wanna join us?” 

The thought of being surrounded by so many voices, sounds and smells—the overwhelming sensory overload—has me shuddering involuntarily. I feel a knot form in my stomach, a wave of anxiety washing over me at the mere thought of venturing out into the bustling world beyond the quiet of the Institute currently. 

With a shaky breath, I shake my head almost aggressively, “No, I think I’ll pass.” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m… I’m not really in the mood for crowds tonight.” 

Jace nods in understanding, his expression sympathetic, “Hey, that’s okay,” He reassures me, his voice gentle, and he’s surprising me by leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, “You do what feels right for you. But if you ever change your mind, we’ll be there.” 

I offer him a weak smile, grateful for his understanding, “Thanks Sunshine.” I murmur, the weight of my anxiety slowly easing with his words of reassurance and his sweet actions. 

As Jace turns to leave, I watch him go, feeling a sense of longing wash over me like a gentle tide. His departure leaves an ache in my chest, a yearning for something more, something I can't quite name. But then, I feel the lingering warmth of his kiss on my cheek, a fleeting touch that sends a jolt of electricity through me.

Despite my reluctance to join them, a part of me wishes I could be there, sharing in the camaraderie and laughter with Jace and the others. The thought of being by his side, laughing and joking like we always do, fills me with a bittersweet longing. 

In the moment, as I sit alone in the quiet solitude of the library, the whole interaction feels strangely domesticated, as if it’s something we’ve done a thousand times before. Jace’s kiss was casual yet intimate, like it was a natural extension of our friendship, and yet it leaves me yearning for more. 

I can’t help but replay the moment in my mind, the sensation of his lips against my cold skin, the warmth of his touch. It’s a memory I want to hold onto, to savour and cherish, and yet it only serves to deepen my desire for him. 

As I sink back into the soft cushions of the loveseat, the ache in my chest lingers, a constant reminder of the feelings I can’t shake. I want him to kiss me again, to make me feel alive in a way I never thought possible. And as I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh, I know that despite the risks and uncertainties, I can't deny the pull he has on my undead heart.

Part Four

I honestly have no idea how I ended up in the training room with Jace but I definitely know how I ended up on my ass glaring up at his laughing figure. Jace decided that he was going to teach me how to defend myself as Alec wants downworlders to help Shadowhunters on patrols to bridge the gap that had formed since Valentine. 

So here I am, climbing to my feet and glaring at Jace who readies himself for another round and my body is already aching. Jace is already readying himself for another round, and I steel myself for the onslaught, determined to at least make him break a sweat. As he lunges at me, I use my vampire speed to dodge and jab him in the back with my elbow with precision. But before I can revel in the small victory, he’s already spinning around and swiping my feet out from underneath me again. 

I hit the ground with a frustrated grunt, the air would have been knocked out of me if I were still breathing. I let out a sound of pure annoyance as I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling so goddamn angry that I haven’t managed to get Jace down once. 

���Come on, Mouse,” Jace says, offering me a hand up, “You’re getting better, I promise.” 

I take his hand and pull myself to my feet yet again, but the weight of defeat still hangs heavy on my shoulders. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to measure up to Jace's level of skill and agility. It's frustrating, disheartening even, to constantly fall short despite my best efforts.

With a heavy sigh, I get back into position, expecting Jace to do the same but instead a small gasp is drawn from me when I feel his body practically pressed to my back as he adjusts my positioning. I feel a rush of warmth as he nudges my feet into a better position and adjusts my arms, guiding them a little higher. 

His touch is firm yet gentle, his hands moving with practiced precision as he adjusts my stance. And then, his hands fall to my hips, twisting them slightly to improve my balance before he steps back, satisfied with his work. 

I’m left standing there, the lingering sensations of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the lack of a heartbeat or any physical sensations, I can’t deny the way he makes me feel. Safe. Protected. As if, just for a moment, the weight of the world is lifted from my shoulders and I can simply be. 

With a renewed determination, I square my shoulder and focus on the task at hand. As we being sparring again, I find myself moving with a newfound confidence, each strike more precise than the last. And then, miraculously, it happens—I actually manage to get Jace down for once. 

I just watch in disbelief as he hits the ground, a surprised laugh escaping him as he looks up at me with sparkling eyes. In the moment, his laughter is like music to y ears, lighthearted. As Jace lies there, sprawled on the ground with a grin that could light up the room, I can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. His boyish charm and playful energy are infectious, making me forget for a moment that we're supposed to be training. But as he starts to rise, that cocky smirk forming on his lips, I know the challenge isn't over yet.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he beckons me forward, goading me to try again. His confidence is palpable, almost tangible in the air between us. And I, of course, take the bait, eager to prove myself once more. 

But, as I unleash my vampire strength and speed, throwing my self into the spar with all I’ve got, I quickly realise that Jace has activated both runes, his agility now matching mine. His speed rune makes him a formidable opponent, dodging and waving with ease, always one step ahead. 

In the blink of an eye, he’s behind me, sweeping my feet out from under me with a swift motion. I feel the ground rushing up to meet me, but my reflexes kick in instinctively. As I tumble backwards, I grab onto Jace’s shirt, pulling him down with me. 

We land in a tangled heap, laughter bubbling up between us as we lie there, catching our breath. For a moment, time seems to stand still, the world around us fading away until it's just the two of us, tangled together on the ground. I can smell how sweet and like sunshine Jace’s blood smells in his veins and feel the way his heart is pounding as he buries his face in my neck. 

And in the moment, I realise just how much I enjoy being with him, the easy camaraderie and undeniable chemistry between us, making me, again, realise just how domesticated we are with each other. 

Part Five

The rain is coming down so hard it’s bordering on hail and as overwhelming as my senses are, the sound of it hitting the windows of my apartment is actually very comforting. Jace is in the shower again, coming back from another demon nest hunt and he’s told me he ordered pizzas on his way home as he invited the others around to jin us for the movie night before he jumped in the shower. 

As grateful as I am for his presence, a flicker of anxiety creeps into my mind at the thought of the others joining us. Alec and Magnus have always been welcoming, their easygoing nature together putting me at ease from the start. But Simon and Clary, lost in their own bubble of love, often seem oblivious to anyone around them nowadays, especially me their childhood friend. And Izzy.. well, Izzy can get anyone she wants with a bat of her eyelashes has me a little jealous. 

As I wait for Jace to emerge from the shower, the sound of the rain drumming against the window grows louder, echoing the turmoil of my thoughts. I find myself questioning whether I’ll be able to navigate the dynamics of the evening, whether I’ll be able to hold my own amidst the company of the Shadowhunters and Downworlders that make up Jace’s inner circle. 

But then, as if sensing my apprehension, Jace appears, a towel draped casually around his waist and a smile lighting up his face. It’s as if time itself pauses for a moment, allowing me to drink in the sight before me. His presence is like a beacon of light in the dimly lit apartment, his golden eyes sparkling with warmth and mischief. With his damp hair tousled and his skin glistening with droplets of water, he looks every bit like an adonis, a vision of strength and beauty. 

The towel draped casually around his waist hangs dangerously low, teasingly revealing the beginnings of his happy trail. My gaze is drawn to the tantalising glimpse of skin, the curve of his hips, the sculptured muscles of his abdomen. It's a sight that leaves me breathless, a reminder of just how effortlessly attractive he is.

But it's not just his physical appearance that captivates me; it's the way he carries himself, with a confidence that borders on arrogance yet somehow remains endearing. His smile is like a beacon of warmth, infectious and irresistible, drawing me closer with its magnetic pull.

As he moves closer, the scent of his shower gel fills the air, a heady mixture of musk and citrus that sends a shiver down my spine. I find myself mesmerised by the play of light and shadow on his skin, the way the droplets of water cling to his body like liquid diamonds. He brushes a gentle kiss against my cheek, his touch reassuring in its familiarity, a warmth spreading through me, soothing the lingering traces of anxiety that had gripped me moments before. His touch is a familiar reassurance, grounding me to the present moment and easing the flutter of my nonexistent heartbeat. 

But before I can fully lose myself in the intimacy of the moment, a sharp knock at the door interrupts us, shattering the fragile bubble of privacy we’ve created. With a playful smack to Jace’s arm I stop him from heading to the door, “Go get some damn clothes on, I’ll answer it.” Before I’m striding over to answer the door, cheeks flushed with a heat that most likely betrays the intensity of my emotions. 

As I swing the door open, Jace is ducking into our room and I’m met with the amused gazes of Alec and Magnus, their eyebrows raised in teasing curiosity. Magnus’ playful smirk hints at the mischief dancing in his eyes, while Alec's expression is a mix of amusement and affection. 

Despite my embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable moment, I can't help but smile at the sight of them. Their presence is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the room and dispelling the tension that had threatened to linger.

Suppressing the urge to bury my burning cheeks in my hands, I offer them a sheepish grin, knowing they heard what I said through the door, hoping to deflect their teasing with a lighthearted remark. But as Magnus's eyebrow quirks suggestively, I know that my attempt at nonchalance has fallen short. So, with a sigh of resignation, I step aside to let them in, knowing that there's no use in trying to hide the flush that still colours my cheeks

As I step aside to let them in, Alec hands me a DVD with a knowing smile. I can’t help bit roll my eyes fondly at his choice—Dracula. It’s become somewhat of an inside joke between me and Jace so I just know Jace told him to bring it. But before I have a chance to protest, Magnus is interjecting, his tone unreadable as he tells me “I’m afraid the others won’t be joining us tonight,” 

But Magnus’ words cut through the light-hearted banter, his tone carrying an unexpected weight as he informs me of the absence of our other friends. A pang of disappointment courses through me, a subtle ache in my chest as I realise that Clary and Simon won't be joining us tonight. They were more than just friends—they were my childhood companions, the ones who had been there through thick and thin. Their absence feels like a tangible loss, a reminder of how much our lives have changed since those carefree days of youth.

As I put the DVD in and get it ready, sinking into the couch with a heavy heart, I can't help but feel a sense of longing for the comfort of their presence. But I push aside those feelings, focusing instead on the company of Alec and Magnus, who have become like family to me in their own right. 

I sink into the cushions, allowing Alec and Magnus to take the other couch as we wait for Jace to return with the pizzas. Despite the disappointment lingering in the air, there's a quiet camaraderie between us, a shared understanding that in times of need, we can always rely on each other.

As the anticipation of Jace's return hangs in the air, the sound of the door opening signals his arrival. He appears just in time to answer the door, a grin spreading across his face as he enters with pizzas in hand. The sight of him brings a flicker of warmth to my heart, dispelling the lingering disappointment of our missing friends. 

Jace sets the pizzas down on the table with a flourish, his presence injecting a sense of energy into the room. With a casual ease, he joins us on the couch, seamlessly sliding in beside me. Without a second thought, he wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me snugly into his side. The gesture both  comforting and familiar, a silent reassurance of his affection for me. I lean into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as he adjusts the blanket to cover us both. It's a simple act, but it speaks volumes about the bond we share—a bond that transcends words and barriers, connecting us on a deeper level.

With the remote in hand, Jace settles back against the cushions, his gaze fixed on the screen as he starts the movie. As the opening credits roll, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me, grateful for the warmth of Jace's embrace and the company of friends who feel like family.

Despite the disappointments and challenges we may face, in this moment, surrounded by laughter and love, I know that we'll always have each other. And as we lose ourselves in the world of Dracula, I find solace in the simple pleasures of friendship and companionship, knowing that no matter what the future may hold, we'll face it together, as a team.

Plus One

I’m not really sure how it happened but one moment I’m walking home from a day at the coffee shop and the next I’m being thrown into a wall. A wave of disorientating pain washes over me, leaving me gasping for breath and struggling to make sense eo what just happened. My sense reel, the world spinning in a dizzying blur as I try to focus on what just hit me. 

For a terrifying moment, I’m convinced that this is it—that I’m facing my end, torn to shreds by whatever unseen force assaulted me. Panic claws at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to consume me as I brace for the final blow. 

But then, as suddenly as it began, the assault ceases, leaving me trembling and shaken in its wake, unable to heal as I’ve lost too much blood. Slowly, I stagger to my feet, the world still spinning around me as I struggle to regain my bearings.The realisation that I’ve lost too much blood to heal hits me like a physical blow, leaving me lightheaded and unsteady. Every step is a battle against the dizziness and weakness that threatens to overwhelm me, but I push forward with grim determination. 

With each faltering step, the distance to the institute feels impossibly far, unable to use vampire speed without passing out. Panic sets in as I realise that Jace, my lifeline, is at the Institute today, and he hasn’t called to tell me he’s on his way home. Fear grips me like a vice, squeezing the breath from my lungs as I struggle to keep moving forwards. 

The world around me blurs as I stumble out of the alleyway and into the desired streets. My vision swims, the darkness closing in around me as I fight to stay conscious. Each breath is a struggle, my lungs burning with exertion as I push my body beyond its limits. 

Time loses all meaning as I continue to trudge forwards my footsteps echoing in the empty silence of the night. The Institute looms in the distance like a beacon of hope, its towering walls offering the promise of safety and sanctuary. But with each passing moment, it feels as though I'm slipping further and further away, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness.

Desperation claws at the edge of my consciousness as I force myself to keep moving, driven by the fear of what awaits me if I don’t reach the Institute in time. Every step is a battle against the darkness that threatens to engulf me, but I refuse to give up. 

With every ounce of strength I can muster, I push myself forward, determination fuelling my movements as I draw upon the last reserves of energy within me. As I approach the looming doors of the Institute, desperation spurs me to action, and I unleash the full force of my vampire speed. 

The doors fly open before me with a forceful momentum, swinging wide as if welcoming me home. But even as I breach the threshold, I trigger the wards surrounding the entrance, setting off alarms that echo through the empty halls. Before I can fully comprehend the situation, Jace appears before me, his weapon raised in a defensive stance. The sight of him, strong and unwavering, fills me with both relief and a sense of impending doom. I choke out his name, my voice barely a whisper as I struggle to remain upright. 

My knees give way beneath me, threatening to send me crashing to the unforgiving tiles below. But in the blink of an eye, Jace is there, his arms wrapping around me with lightning speed, catching me before I can hit the ground. The seraph blade clatters to the floor, forgotten in the urgency of the moment as Jace sinks us to the floor, cradling me in his arms, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear. I reach out to him, my fingers trembling as they brush against his cheek, a silent plea for reassurance. 

Despite my initial resistance, Jace's urgency is palpable, his wrist pressed insistently against my mouth as he pleads with me to drink. Fear courses through me as I shake my head, the thought of losing control terrifying me to the core. But as the scent of his blood fills my senses, a primal hunger takes hold, overpowering my rational thoughts. With a grip on my hair that borders on painful, Jace guides my mouth to the wound on his wrist, his other hand pressing against the back of my head. The taste of his blood is like nothing I've ever experienced before—warm and intoxicating, with a sweetness that rivals the warmth of the sun. 

As I drink, the fog that had clouded my mind begins to lift, clarity returning with each swallow. Guilt washes over me in waves, but I can't bring myself to stop. Jace's blood is a lifeline, grounding me in the present moment and soothing the ache of my wounds. I feed until I can feel the worst of the wounds stopping bleeding, my tongue lapping at the skin on Jace’s wrist to seal it shut. The taste of his blood lingering on my lips, a bittersweet taste. 

With a sigh of relief, I collapse against Jace's safe chest, my body trembling with exhaustion and relief. His touch is gentle yet firm, his hand cupping my jaw with a tenderness that tugs at my heartstrings. I feel his thumb under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his, and as I look into those golden eyes, I see the raw emotion reflected in their depths.

Tears glisten in his eyes, a silent testament to the fear and concern he's been harboring for me. His voice is soft as he checks if I'm okay, the sound of it like a soothing balm to my battered soul. In that moment, I realise just how much he cares, how deeply he feels, and the thought fills me with a warmth that transcends the physical. 

As he leans down, his lips ghosting over mine with a hesitance that speaks volumes, I can feel the tension building between us, a palpable electricity that crackles in the air. My heart would be hammering in my chest, a rhythm that matches the erratic beat of his own. A small whine escapes my throat, a sound born of longing and need, and in that instant, his resolve crumbles. His lips crash against mine with a fervour that steals my breath away, a kiss so full of passion and intensity that it leaves me reeling. 

In that moment, I feel alive in a way I never have before, as if every nerve in my body is on fire with the intensity of his touch. It's as if he's breathing life back into me with each caress of his lips, each touch igniting a fire that burns brighter than the sun. 

“Maybe don’t almost die to act upon mutual feelings.” Jace is mumbling against my lips, earning a weak smack from me. 

“Shut up.” 

“Make me.” He retorts, kissing me softly once again. 

“Later I will.” 

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[zodiyack]

Still writing but this has been on my mind;

X-Men / Shadow Hunters crossover where the reader is part mutant part angel/shadow hunter. Powers like Liz from Hellboy because I'm a pyromaniac and want to. X Jace Wayland probably. Would anyone be interested? (I'll write it anyway because I'm obsessing over it)

Details or whatever under the cut

So I've been watching the show, and my idea would be like Magnus finally revealing a "secret weapon" to help defeat Valentine. Aldertree insists on joining Luke, Izzy, Alec, Jace, Simon and Clary in meeting the secret weapon, to which Magnus gets annoyed anxious because he most definitely would tell the clave, and we all know the clave doesn't like things they dont understand.

Blah blah blah, Magnus introduces them to Professor X and explains that while Charles did teach her some things regarding her mutant side, she spent most of her time learning her Shadowhunter side with Magnus, so she doesnt have complete control of her powers.

Like Liz, her blue flames appear most often when she gets heavily emotional, she can only control them slightly. She can control her normal fire for the most part; they appear if she gets angry or anxious. However, Magnus created a necklace (like Liz's necklace in the movies) to help her reel in her emotions and control it more.

That's the jist of it, I'll save the rest for the story ;)

Edit: a little addition;

she can draw runes that you put on objects with her fire (draws it in the air with her fire and launches it towards her target)

Magnus is the only person who has gotten close enough to not be affected by her fire if it's intentional (like he can touch her as long as she is in control)

She's kind of scared of her blue

She can touch objects while on fire without affecting them as long as she has the intention/control

The fireproof rune does wonders for Jace y'all

Professor X thinks that Aldertree is a funny little creature lol

Professor X and Magnus are like her gay warlock dad and psychic mutant uncle

Not to state the obvious, but Simon is scared shitless of her little vampire dork 🤭

Storm is like her big sister

Logan/Wolverine is like her moody big pain in her ass brother

Professor X took her in as a kid because her Shadowhunter parent was unalived oops by valentine and her mutant parent didnt know about Shadowhunters

^ he got into contact with Magnus when he realized something was off about her and that he met some weird ass dude like twenty years ago that talked about the same things she did

^^ boom, when worlds collide

[nonokoko-is-daydreaming]

Spy x family masterlist

Old links redirect you to my main blog. This is because they were written before I created this one.

☁︎ = Headcanons

✰ = One shot

❥ = x reader

✉ = Letter

The Forgers

✰ Forgers' Christmas Preparations

☁︎❥ Forgers x Robot child!reader 🤖

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Loid Forger | Agent Twilight

TBA

Yor Briar | Thorn Princess

☁︎ Yor doing her nails

Anya Forger

✰ A for Anya | Pt. 2

☁︎❥ Anya with a psychic!babysitter

Yuri Briar

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Sylvia Sherwood | The Handler

Fiona Frost | Agent Nightfall

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Franky Franklin

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Daybreak

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Camilla

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Dominic

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

AUs

Spy x families

☁︎ Initial concept

☁︎ Second concept | The daughters | Their powers (DISCARDED)

SWAP AU

☁︎ General hcs | ☁︎ Yor or Yuri

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could you possibly write a (possibly smutty) sub!jd x fem!reader fic where he keeps trying to subtly drop hints that he wants her to take the lead, but she is pretty oblivious to it, until he finally comes upfront and says it??

Okay I was trying to do these in the order I received them but yk what I'm straight up cherry picking and I choose this one <3

This is like hella short cause I kind of just pumped this out, I'm trying to get back to posting again also ngl I totally skipped out on making it smutty

(set in 1989 btw)

Jason Dean x Reader

Nsfw

3 times JD hopes you know what he wants + 1 when he tells you (yes okay I tried to do 5 + 1 and only got to 3 before being like nevermind this is where I stop)

1

The thing about JD, well one of the things is that if he starts making out with you he instinctively comes in strong, he's pushing you against the nearest surface, his hands are exploring your body- the point is it's hard to back track out of that when he comes in so strong. It's easier when you initiate, then all he does is kiss you back, he tends to match the energy you bring.

You're on his couch and and you kiss him once gently, he kisses you back after you pull away. You're eyes meet his, then close as you bring your lips together again, this time longer. He pulls you onto his lap, he likes the control you have when you start grinding into it. So take control, hold his wrists, grab his throat.

but you don't.

2

"We could try these."

And he scratches the back of his neck and he's holding hand cuffs

And you. You assume because he's JD he wants to cuff you and you would not at all mind reversing those roles but he probably wouldn't be into that right? So you say you wanna cuff me?

And he says he'd love to and yeah he really would it's just... He had something else in mind but you know what nevermind he can try again another time. He does want you to... y'know... He just doesn't want to say it. He was kind of hoping you would suggest the cuffs go on his wrists, then he wouldn't have to say it, he'd just need to not object to it.

3

He's holding your purse for you because you saw a tiny little frog and wanted to pick it up. Your purse is cute and feminine and no he does not mind.

This is Sherwood, Ohio and in 1989 it's home to beer guzzling, high school peaking, Kurt Kelly, and as your coming to take your purse back he just happens to be walking by.

And he says

"Nice purse! What's it feel like being your girls pet, flamer?"

And that's it and he gone. And its whatever, but come to think of it he actually brings up an interesting point.

"How nice." JD unfazed and he pulls you in close to him. He kisses you and he doesn't drop the confidence or his flirtatious energy when he asks you "So how about it..." He kisses you before the second half of his inquiry "you uh, want me to be your pet?"

He's smiling and he's looking you up and down. The way he says it... He could be kidding, he could just be acting flirty.

Or.

He could be totally serious and hoping you take the hint and tell him you'd love to dom him and he'd look so pretty on all fours. But you don't take the hint and you don't say that.

+ 1

The two of you are sitting together on his couch when he says it.

Well not so much sitting on the couch as making out on top of it. Only this time when you put your hands on his chest he grabs them and asks if you put them somewhere else.

You position your hands on his wrists, he feels a little nervous but he positions you both so your pinning him to the couch.

It does not help with his nerves when you kind of just pause for a second, it's just your surprised, that's not something you thought was going to happen.

Your still not doing anything.

He clears his throat.

You take control for a minute and kiss him, your forceful, and domineering, and your putting pressure on his wrists. But only for a minute. Next your taking his lips off his just to double check that he's into this, that he wants you to take control.

He chokes a little when you ask him if he wants to sub for you sometimes and do you have to be asking him this right now? Like this? While you're on top of him, and his hands are pinned above his head? He's feeling a little exposed like this and he's very aware of his erection pressing into your body.

You can feel him pressing into you.

"Oh I guess you do like it, so you wanna be more submissive for me?" You nod towards his crotch to illustrate your point.

There's no judgement in your voice, just observant curiosity, but God that doesn't mean you're not making it just a little awkward for him.

He's a little embarrassed. He is not going to tell you he's embarrassed.

He feels like it's worse if you know. So he just nods his head yes and tries to act cool about it.

"So maybe do we could stop using our mouths for talking?"

He is silently begging for you to to kiss him and not ask any follow questions for now.

And you do.

Maybe he'll talk about it some more later.

Masterlist

[storiesforallfandoms]

the small guardian ~ christian ozera;vampire academy

word count: 2031

request?: yes!

“Can you do a dhampir reader x Christian fic where she was getting bullied for being smaller and weaker than everyone else and Christian stands up for her and they fall in love”

description: in which she is much smaller than her fellow dhampirs, and thus has trouble trying to keep up with them, and an unlikely person stands up for her when she’s bullied

pairing: christian ozera x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I groaned as my body hit the floor once again. For the umpteenth time that day, I cursed my parents for deciding to create me.

I was what was known as a Dhampir; a half human/half Moroi. My only objective in life was to protect other Moroi when I was old enough, and so far that just seemed like an awful joke.

I was the smallest Dhampir in my year, both in height and in muscles. I had been training nearly my entire life, working to try and become stronger and, eventually, to be a real Dhampir. Unfortunately, it felt like none of my training was paying off. I was still weak. I’d never be able to protect anyone.

Dimitri, my combat instructor, walked over to me. He was trying to hide the slight disappointment on his face. I couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. He had been trying to train me since I arrived at the Academy. If I were him I would’ve given up by now.

He offered me a hand and helped me up. “You did better that time.”

“No I didn’t,” I sighed. “You don’t have to lie to me Dimitri.”

“You are improving, (Y/N). You are keeping up and holding your own. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

I looked away from him, not wanting to acknowledge his words. Sure, I was somewhat improving, but if I were in my guardian position for real my Moroi would be dead ten times over. I’d never be able to fight a Strigoi at this rate. Not effectively, anyways.

Dimitri sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention back to him. “Go shower, take the rest of the night off. We’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

I nodded and mumbled a “thank you”. Dimitri smiled at me before turning to leave our training area. I sighed again and sat down on a nearby bench, taking a sip from my water bottle.

I wondered what happened to Dhampir who couldn’t protect their Moroi. There were plenty of instances where a Dhampir wasn’t able to save their Moroi, Dimitri was one of them. But that was after years of protection. What would happen to me if I couldn’t be a guardian at all?

“Well, if it isn’t the tiny one.”

I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the annoyance building. “Go away, Jesse.”

I looked up to see that, of course, the two head assholes - Jesse and Ralf - were strolling together into the training area together. They both had those stupid, shit eating grins on their faces.

“Hey, we just came to see how your training is going,” Jesse said.

“You missed it,” I informed them. “So fuck off.”

“Awe, what’s the matter tiny one?” Ralf asked. “Got your ass beat again?”

My fingers curled into fists, my fingernails digging into the palm of my hand.

“How are you even still allowed here?” Jesse asked. “You’re a disappointment to your kind and to all of us.”

I stood, shoving against Jesse and Ralf to try and leave. They both stopped me, putting one hand on either shoulder and shoving me back down onto the bench.

“We were thinking of fixing that problem for the Headmaster and Headmistress,” Ralf said. “Since they seem to be too nice to boot your ass from this place themselves.”

I tried not to let the fear show on my face. Jesse and Ralf were two Moroi; two royal ones at that. If they wanted to hurt me, they very well could. They knew I was too weak to fight back. And if they didn’t want to physically hurt me, they could easily just drain me of my blood and bury me where no one would ever find me.

I could run. Dhampirs were faster than Moroi. They’d never catch me if I suddenly took off and locked myself in my dorm room. But if they caught on to what I was doing, one swing would be all it took for them to take me down. And of course no one was around if they did try anything.

Basically, I was fucked.

Suddenly, Jesse yelped in shock and batted at his clothes. He had suddenly burst into flames. Ralf exclaimed as well and started trying to put the fire out.

“Leave her alone.”

We were all shocked to see none other than Christian Ozera approaching us, a death glare on his face directed towards Jesse and Ralf.

“Fuck off, Ozera,” Ralf snapped. “This doesn’t concern you.”

Christian raised an eyebrow before setting Ralf on fire as well, causing him to let out a high pitched scream.

“I said leave her alone,” he hissed. “Or I’ll turn you both to charcoal right here.”

Jesse and Ralf heeded his warning and quickly ran away from us, still trying to put the fire out on their clothes. Christian could’ve put them out if he wanted to, but I had a feeling he wanted to let them figure out on their own how to make it go away.

“Are you okay?” he asked me, suddenly softening. “Did they hurt you?”

I shook my head, still too stunned to speak. When Christian approached and extended a hand to me, I instinctively flinched.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he promised. “I just wanna walk you back to your room. I don’t want those assholes cornering you again.”

Christian Ozera was a bit of an outcast and somewhat feared by most of the students at the school. He was a royal Moroi, who usually have their asses kissed by every Moroi and Dhampir within a ten foot radius, but his parents had voluntarily become Strigoi when he was a kid, and eventually were killed because of it. Christian was a pariah at the Academy because everyone thought that he would follow in his parents footsteps and become Strigoi as well.

Not like he helped those rumors, given what he just did to help me.

My first reaction should’ve been to not take his hand. I should’ve ignored him, went back to my dorm by myself and forgot the whole incident happened. That’s what most people here would do. But, given my own outcast nature, it was hard to pass up someone else who understood. Especially when I was still kind of shaken up about what had just happened.

I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. I went to grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder, but Christian got it before I could.

“I can carry my own things,” I told him.

He shrugged. “Isn’t this the gentlemanly thing to do?”

I rolled my eyes and let him lead me on towards the dorms.

The walk started off quiet. I wasn’t really sure what to say. It’s not like anyone really knew much about Christian to have a conversation with him, and he didn’t seem to be jumping to talk to me either. It was hard to ignore some of the stares we were getting as we walked across the yard. I wondered what the newest whisperings about me would be the next day.

“You’re welcome,” Christian finally said.

I looked up at him in confusion. “What?”

“For helping you back there. With Jesse and Ralf? You’re welcome.”

“Oh.” I guess I did forget to thank him. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Those guys are such assholes. They had no right to gang up on you like that.”

I nodded but didn’t respond. Christian looked down at me and for a moment our eyes met. It felt like all the air had been taken from my chest and I had to quickly turn away from him.

“They had no right, (Y/N),” he repeated.

“I know,” I said, but even I wasn’t convinced by that.

Christian stopped suddenly, causing me to stop with him. He was looking at me with a hard look on his face.

“(Y/N), I heard what they said to you and I hope you know it’s not true. You deserve to be here just as much as any other Dhampir.”

"Yeah, sure, whatever.”

I tried to start walking again, but Christian reached out to take hold of my arm. “(Y/N).”

“Just leave it, Christian. It’s no one’s business but mine. I can deal with it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to deal with assholes like Jesse and Ralf - ”

“It’s not just Jesse and Ralf!” I snapped. “Don’t pretend you don’t hear what everyone says about me! Literally everyone, students and teachers alike. I’m a failure to Dhampirs and to this school because I can’t even do what I’m literally born to do!”

Everyone was staring at us now. A group of Moroi who were stood close to us slowly began to back away. I was starting to feel a lump grow in my throat, so I turned away from Christian and started to make my way towards the dorms without him. I wasn’t about to let any of these assholes see me cry, and I especially didn’t want Christian to see me.

I tried not to let anyone here know how upset my weakness made me. If they saw me emotionally vulnerable, they’d know how weak I truly was and assholes like Jesse and Ralf would never leave me alone. They knew I was physically weak, but they never had to know how emotionally weak I felt as well.

It didn’t take long for Christian to catch up with me again. He took long strides to match mine and walked in silence beside me. I appreciated that he wasn’t trying to bring up my outburst. I don’t think I could handle another shitty pep talk today.

When we arrived to my room, I let Christian come in so he could discard my bag onto my bed. My roommate wasn’t back yet, so it was just the two of us stood there together, and I was becoming very aware of this fact the longer he was stood with me.

“Thank you,” I said again. “For everything today. I really do mean it. You didn’t have to do any of it.”

“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt because of some close minded fuckheads with big egos,” Christian said. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that, (Y/N). You really don’t deserve it.”

I shook my head and waved away his comment. “You don’t have to apologize for the actions of others. There’s nothing either of us can do to stop it unless I suddenly become super strong and a good fighter over night. Which will never happen, but I can dream.”

“Never say never.”

I smiled a little at him, and was a bit surprised when he smiled back. He had a really nice smile, and really nice eyes. Looking into them I found myself getting breathless again.

Christian wasn’t a bad guy. Everyone judged him too harshly and never gave him a chance, but I guess that’s just the high school experience whether you’re a human or a supernatural being.

“Thanks,” I said again.

“You’re welcome.”

I started to feel self conscious about my still sweaty, post training state. I wondered if Christian could smell me and if I smelled as bad as I thought I did. I was itching to grab a long, hot shower to try and wash away the events of today.

“Do you wanna hang out later?” I asked him. “Like...maybe a bit later tonight after I’m no longer sweaty and gross.”

He laughed. God, he’s got a cute laugh.

“You’re not gross,” he said. “But I would love to hang out. I’ll meet you back here in, say, two hours?”

I nodded a little too quickly, but he just laughed again.

“It’s a date then.”

I felt my face burn at the word, which just made Christian smirk. He said goodbye and showed himself out of my room. I stood there for a while, just staring at the door he had come from, before realizing I had limited time to get ready. I grabbed the things I needed and rushed into the bathroom, abandoning the idea of a long shower.

[starshipsofstarlord]

There was a Girl...

Pairing | Jace Wayland x reader

Summary | When Clary becomes a shadowhunter, she notices how cold and ruthless Jace is. Every one seems to relate to his pain, not resonating at quite the same level. They’re all mourning nevertheless.

Warnings | Mentions of death, brief smut (handjob), angst, heartbreak, unrequited feelings (for Clary)

Requested ✖️

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Opening your eyes, you awoke to Jace's chest, his blonde hair falling over his face. You preferred how it looked when it was a little bit scruffy instead of slicked back, and you reached for one of the hanging strands. They were like seams of gold, reflecting from the light that hid within him.

Most people had the wrong perspective on the young man, they only saw a well skilled shadow hunter. But they ignored the smart and witty, yet simultaneously charming person that he was underneath all of his runes. His parabatai Alec was familiar with the set of abilities that his brother figure had, and all that he would accomplish. People thought, because of Jace’s distorted, and confusing past, that he was just another warrior to serve whatever institute that he was sent to.

But in fact, he was not. His duty would always be, to put his family and friends first. He liked to put you on the top of the list, but you always felt the need to scrap that idea, claiming that you could not be his priority from start to finish. It was as though you knew what you future held for you, and how indeed, he could not manage to protect every person that he cared about. The prospect was a great responsibility, far too much for one shadow hunter, even if they be among the best of their kind.

To put such a weight on your own shoulders was defiantly cruel, it would always end in failure, no matter what was done to prevent said downfall. There was never a possibility of saving everyone, that was insanity. The monsters had to kill, in order for you all to remain outside of Idris, and continue on with your heaven sent duty.

“Jace?” You could tell he was awake from how he smiled at the sound of your voice. “Come on.” It was an attempt to encourage him, but you were quick to realise that it wasn’t working. He didn’t like mornings all that much, for good reason too, after all you were shadowhunters.

“Jace.” Your voice became louder and clearer, up to the point where it no longer sounded like your own. He looked away from the screen, to see the new girl watching him. She had an expectant glaze to her green eyes, which were much different from the shield that was covering his own. His pools were surrounded by a shadow of grief, pulling down the entirety of his face to the point where it looked as though he no longer wanted to live.

And that wasn’t entirely incorrect, he struggled at life, often never finding a moment of happiness, and if he did, then he would paint a smile upon his face and wear it to satisfy everyone else around. He had tried to cope with the loss that burdened his heart so gravely, yet nothing made it feel okay. You’d want him to move on, whether it be to lose his vengeful esteem concerning your passing, or find someone else to confide in late at night, to stay up with talking as his head rested upon the pillow, that he needed to wash, so it didn’t smell like you.

Or even, if not to share a bed with this new person, your overall plan as you sat with the angels above would be to find some kind of peace. But that appeared to be the last thing that he wanted as he digitally scoured the city of New York for monsters to uncover, and kill. If he couldn’t protect you, the love of his life, then he would settle for doing so with humans, after all, that had been the way that you had gone. The job had been your passion, yet simultaneously your downfall, and he’d be fine if one of these days he failed to tackle a beast, and it got to him first.

“Clary.” He greeted her, wanting to remove a dangerous monster from the streets by decapitating it. In memory, he would use your favourite blade, spilling blood upon its glowing stake to keep your legacy continuing, although, it did not do much but serve to release Jace’s frustrations. It was a day in which he wanted to speak to nobody, have nobody following him, nor asking him mundane questions about what it meant to be a shadowhunter. Hell, he didn’t even know! To him, the lifestyle was nothing more than accommodated anguish, though, he had been told not to promote it using those words, otherwise, there wouldn’t exactly be many people lining up to join the adverse fight.

And one of the people that he had in mind concerning excitement over a dire and ‘exciting’ lifestyle was Clary. She was naive, and whilst she didn’t know everything, today wasn’t particularly the day in which he wished to explain it to her. It, being predominantly anything. Whilst he had managed to be nice to her during the first few days, it was out of courtesy, considering Alec had an instant distaste towards the wide eyed redhead; he wasn’t sure why, but he supposed that Clary could see a detail of himself that was hidden from the others.

However, even through Jace’s welcoming exterior, was in pain. The feeling tormented him, denying him a break from the patronising pressure, leaving him to hold blame to nobody but himself. The hurt was cemented into his eyes, reflecting as he watched all other tragedies with a stone cold expressions, them hardly affecting him, because he had and was experiencing the worst routine of torture that was possible to him. He had watched you die, and nothing could take those horrific memories from him, no matter how much he wanted them gone.

That was the last time that he saw you. When you passed in his arms, a large wound in your abdomen pouring out with blood, drowning his desperate hands as he tried his utmost to put pressure on the life threatening injury. He wanted to save you but he didn’t know how, his training had always claimed that killing the monsters was more important than saving the life of a shadowhunter from an unknown bloodline. There had been nothing to prepare him for that day in the field, he was a fighter, and taught to be so, not a healer; he wasn’t a medic, he was just a warrior. “What do you want?” Blatantly fell from his round lips as he cast an eye towards the newbie, unimpressed by her timing, or her presence at all.

Clearly, she hadn’t received the memo to leave him be, especially today out of all the rest. Alec, having the personalised intel as to why Jace was emitting a solitary rut understood why he wished to be alone, and respected the space, granting him as much time to himself as he wanted. And whilst Alec was your friend also, he could feel the deep longing that was stabbing his parabatai in the chest, and it killed him too. Your death had been so unexpected, and now without you, there was a void within the institute. And the archer felt as though Clary was trying to fill it, and he saw that as nothing more than disrespect, though she was probably ignorant to the history that wandered the halls.

Her face revelled back at his tone, but nevertheless she continued on with her prying. “I was wondering if I could join you on the hunt, I’m getting better, Izzy even said so.” Jace refrained from rolling his eyes, and contained the feeling that was trying to burst out of his chest. It was anger, directed at everyone that was still alive, including himself. There was no fairness in it, to say that he was sad was an understatement, he was eternally devastated, the death of you had broken him, crumbled him into a figure that he no longer recognised.

“No, you can’t Clary.” He dismissed her, walking away, and going to grab his seraph so that he could hunt this sucker down, and bring upon the same kind of pain to its family as its kind had down to him. God, did you look badass as you swung it, and the thought alone had tears resonating in his unmatched eyes, thinking of how it was the last relic that remained of you.

Walking casually into the armoury, Jace had his hands prized in the depths of his pockets, as his expert and quick fleeting eyes focalised on you, and the weapon within your hold. Your body leant in harmony with the blade, the sound of it woosh-img in the air satisfying to all that could hear; that being only you and the Wayland boy.

“Can i not train in peace?” You groaned, lowering the blade whence you realised that you were being watched. The eyes trailed up your side where your shirt had ridden up, raking over the rune that you had drew upon your skin only this morning. A light laugh fell from Jace’s lips as he stalked forward, taking your seraph out of your hand, and going to lob it upon the ground, but the stern look in your eyes stopped him. Instead, against his nature, he placed it down as though it were made of glass, and rose to stand before you once more.

“Not when you look that good.” The blonde retorted with a sly smirk, sliding his hands up the sides of your hips, finding absolute solace in the feel of your skin. He could be against you forever, and he would not complain, so long as it did last for such a time. “Makes me want to do things to you y/n y/l/n. Terrible things. What would the heads think?” He asked, in reference to those that were in charge of the institute.

Stifling down remarked laughter at his sensually intended words, you raised your forefinger to the space above his brows, and poked him with enough pressure, so that he would pay attention to the notion. “That you’re not thinking with your own.” You went to cross your arms, but instead, Jace grabbed them, moving down to cast his hand over your own.

“Oh, I’m not.” The shadowhunter confirmed, placing your hand upon the crotch of his sweats, applying enough force behind his grip so that you could feel him twitching. “I am indeed having thoughts from elsewhere, would you like to see my sweet?” Licking your lips, you nodded, watching as he peeled the layer away, wrapping your hand around his base, and giving him a few jerks, feeling his pulse race through his cock.

“Tell me more about what you’re thinking my love.” You bit your bottom lip, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, only to reverberate a groan from the blonde male. He panted as your pace quickened, and he was almost certain that he was going to spray his jizz all over the floor if you did not uphold your sexual administrations. His head leant back, as pleasured sounds broke through the clenching of his teeth.

And then, it all stopped as a voice, dressed in absolute disgust, written over with unmotivated shock, interrupted your little exchange. “Really guys, this is a gym, not your damned bedroom. The two of you really are disgusting!” It was Alec, and he cringed at the fact that he had seen his best friend’s cock being stroked in your grasp. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be training today, or at least, not in the asserted place for it.

“Clary.” Izzy called her name, wearing a short lived smile. Whence she studied the expression of the redhead, she was quick to pay attention to the disappointment upon her face. There was confusion laddered in her skin, masking it with creased that made her look worried all at the same time. “What happened?” The Lightwood woman asked concerned, bracing a hand upon said girl’s shoulder.

“Jace snapped at me.” The newcomer informed her, frowning at the prospect, and then after all that, he had stormed off, as though she didn’t even matter. She felt well and truly rejected, like a newspaper that had been tossed in the street, and ending up in a horrible puddle. “I thought he might have liked me, but his attitude says otherwise.”

Izzy twitched her nose; she knew what day it was. There was no way to break it to Clary easy that Jace had no amorous emotions towards her, and so instead of being blunt with the new resident at the institute, she decided to tell the woman a story. “There was a girl...” she began, knowing that after all was explained, that Clary would understand.

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Dominic Sherwood talking about you in an interview.

“So will we be seeing you on Riverdale anytime soon?” The interviewer asked Dominic. He pulled a face at the prospect, causing the interviewer to question why he had that reaction.

“Just because my girlfriend is on it, doesn’t mean that I like it,” He laughed. “She’s talented, I don’t have to watch her make out with some guy to know that.”

“Did it bother her when you had romantic scenes in say, Shadowhunters?”

“Not that she told me. She respects the job, just like I do with her. I’m hoping that we’ll be in something together because it would be amazing to spend more time with her, but it’s not going to be Riverdale. Sorry to disappoint.”

Requested by: Anonymous

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Piggybacks

Pairing: Dominic Sherwood x Reader

Summary: Dom and Reader are cast mates and really confused when they find out that they are dating.

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 530

( Y/N/N ) = Your name’s nickname

Their morning routine was simple. Dom would go take her from her house to give her a ride to the set and ( Y/N ) would have hot, black coffee for him and a toast. That day was no different. He went to her house by 7 am and she was already waiting for him outside of her building.

"Morning sunshine." He greeted when she got inside his car.

"Good morning to you too." ( Y/N ) answered giving him the goodies that she had prepared for him. She already knew that she would end it up feeding him the toast while he would drive but still. He always takes the first bite by himself.

The drive to the set was only twenty minutes from ( Y/N )’s apartment. When they arrived Dom opened the passenger's door and helped her get out. Her shoes were not perfect for the amount of snow that had on the parking lot.

"Christ. I didn't think that I will not be able to walk..." ( Y/N ) said and Dom gave her a smile.

"Come on... Hop up." He nodded at her.

"Dom... it's 7:25 am in the morning..."

"( Y/N/N ) you adore piggybacks... plus, you’ll break your leg if you try to walk on those." He still smiling at her.

"Yeah... I do." She admitted and finally hopped up to his back.

When they walked in and greeted the cast and the crew, no one seemed to be confused about them. They were used to it. Dom would give her piggybacks when ( Y/N ) wasn't able to walk, he would give her all her favourite snacks from his plate on the break and he would put his arm protectively around her when someone from the crew, man or woman, would be brave enough to go and talk to her.

On the other side, ( Y/N ) would let him put his head on her shoulders or lap, when they weren't shooting, stroking his hair. She would let him drink from her coffee or tea when he had finished his and she would hug him back everytime that he would put his hands around her.

"Put your girlfriend down Dom. You need to go to the makeup." Director said.

"We are not together..." He said to him and looked at ( Y/N ) confused.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked him smirking.

( Y/N ) opened her mouth to said that Dom was right, but she hadn't the chance to do that.

"Actually, no. I am not..." Dom said smirking back to the director. "Gotta go." Said and turned to look at her.

( Y/N ) still with her mouth open, now on shock, she looked at him while he was smiling at her.

"See you later, on set." Said to her and before she could react he kissed her on her lips and turned to leave.

"What on Earth just happened?" She asked no one particular still in shock.

"He just made your relationship official." One of their castmates said to her smiling like an idiot and turned to one of the cameramen. "You owe me 20 bucks man."

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Enmity Challenged - A Jace Herondale Imagine

Characters: Jace Herondale x Reader

Word Count: 2052

Summary: Jace isn’t the Reader’s favourite person to say the least, and when he has to train her, she isn’t happy about it.

Written by: Josie

A/N: Requests are open for all our fandoms so go send us stuff! Read our pinned post for context :)

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to.

Knock knock.

Knock knock knock knock.

Y/N groaned into her pillow as the rapping on her door at the Institute persisted. She had been dreading this day for a good week now, and honestly she wasn’t sure how she’d put it off for so long with everyone constantly pestering her about it. There was a huge battle last week after a bunch of demons somehow slipped through and terrorised the streets of New York, and whilst the Shadowhunters came out triumphant, Y/N was now down a weapon. Her beloved weapon was damaged beyond repair, and because she’d been using it since she was young, there was no other weapon she was familiar with and therefore didn’t have the qualifications to use another in battle.

Until today of course.

Isabelle had convinced Y/N to let Jace train her with her new weapon so that she can use it in battle. Y/N had begged Izzy to let her or Alec or Clary do it, but they had all been assigned on a mission elsewhere, and weren’t coming home any time soon. Honestly, Y/N wanted anyone but Jace to train her up. Cocky, arrogant, “I’m the Angel’s gift to you mortals” Jace. Y/N thought that if most people had the choice, they wouldn’t pick someone with that sort of description. Not the most desirable profile, right? Surely any sane person would swipe left.

After a week of dodging Jace as much as she possibly could (which mostly failed, by the way, the Institute was only so big), she had finally agreed to schedule a session in for this morning. Every time Jace managed to catch her before she darted in the opposite direction, he’d make some quip: “Come on, Y/N,” He’d say with a smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Putting this off more will only make the tension between us stronger when we actually train.”

Y/N would snort, holding back a sea of insults for the sake of everyone else’s ears, settling for a simple, “You wish.”

Jace would saunter toward her then, arrogance practically oozing off him. “Oh I know. The longer you avoid me, the more you’ll feel drawn to me. I’m like a freaking magnet to you.”

Naturally, Y/N was desperate to prove him wrong, but her lack of weapon training was getting silly now; she urgently needed something to fight with. So, reluctantly, she agreed.

The knocking on her bedroom door never quietened - no, instead a voice joined it.

“Y/NNNN,” Jace dragged out her name, the cocky playfulness evident in his tone. “It’s time for our date.”

Y/N scowled at the door and hopped off the bed - she was already dressed and ready to go, she just decided that her bed was much more appealing than actually getting up to face the day.

Swinging the door open, she became face to face with the person she’d been avoiding all week. “It’s not a date,” she grumbled, pushing past him. The quicker she got to the training room and got this done, the quicker she could get away from him.

“Mmm, it kind of is,” said Jace, hot on her heels. “Two people, going to an arranged meeting together, just them… sounds like a date to me.”

“Listen, Jace,” Y/N said suddenly, whirling around to face him, causing the blonde to stumble over his feet at her sudden halt, quickly recovering. Damn his fast reflexes. “I’m not into you. Not like that. Like, at all. You got it?”

“I didn’t say it was a romantic date,” He said, still managing to fight for the upper hand in this little feud between them. “Could be a friend date. But, sounds like you have other ideas-“

Huffing, Y/N rolled her eyes and carried on walking down the corridor and to the training room. She had stopped by the weapons room along the way to pick up the new weapon she had selected but not yet used. It was a beautiful longsword, the silver hilt decorated with an array of swirling runes to aid her fight.

Finally, the two arrived in the training room, Jace wielding his seraph blade, and Y/N awkwardly holding her new sword, attempting to make it seem natural to her. Her old weapon had been a little different to this one - the change in weight and size had her thrown into a slightly unfamiliar territory.

Jace watched as the sword wobbled in her grip as she held it in front of her, her controlled face faltering as she tried to hide her unsureness. The corners of his mouth twitched into an amused smile at her determination to not ask for help. “You okay there?”

As if remembering he was there, her head lifted quickly to look at him. “I’m fine, Jace.” She responded coldly.

Jace couldn’t explain why, but her tone was beginning to get to him. His chest tightened at her icy voice, but he ignored it, keeping up his animated persona. “You know we won’t get very far if you can’t even hold the sword properly-“

“Jace, please.” Y/N cut him off, dropping the sword to her side and her other hand pressing against her forehead in agitation. “By the Angel, I’m not going to be able to do this with you if all you do is sass me. Can you not just take me seriously for once?”

The blonde would be lying if he said he wasn’t taken aback by her outburst. Was that how she really felt about him? He thought their little ‘frenemy’ thing was mutual: he’d sass her, she’d roll her eyes and shove him, he’d laugh. He didn’t think he ever bothered her, not really.

“Okay,” Jace held up his hands in half-serious surrender, and looked at her sincerely. “Okay fine, no sass. But are you going to let me help you?”

Y/N held his gaze for what felt like a very long time to Jace; it was like she was reading his thoughts, trying to tell if he was being serious or not. He began to shuffle his feet nervously, an awkward gesture very unlike Jace’s usual composed demeanour, and almost broke the eye contact until Y/N sighed and looked at the floor in defeat. “Okay.”

Jace began to step toward her, then paused. “May I?” He asked, gesturing to her hand holding the hilt of the longsword. Y/N simply nodded.

Laying his seraph blade on the ground, Jace moved to stand behind her. His hand slid down next to her arm gently, ever so slightly brushing the skin as it moved, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It reached its destination over Y/N’s smaller hand on the hilt. “It’ll be much easier,” He spoke, his mouth much closer to her ear than she thought it was, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “If you hold it like this.”

His other hand came around her body to help adjust her grip, and her breath hitched involuntarily. She mentally cursed herself for it - she won’t admit it, but she’d thought about Jace before, in ways more than a friend would, let alone a rival. Every time she caught her mind wandering, she’d shake her head at herself, frowning at the fact she’d allowed herself to think about Jace that way, Jace of all people.

The atmosphere in the room had thickened significantly as Y/N nodded at Jace’s instruction, words caught in her throat. The thoughts she’d suppressed of the boy behind her came swimming to the surface: thoughts of touching him, kissing him. She couldn’t shake them away quite so easily with his chest pressing against her back, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“So when you want to strike,” Jace continued, his voice low. “You move it in this sort of motion,” He demonstrated, his hand still gripping onto Y/N’s, the two of them moving the longsword together. “Rather than this. It’s more effective.”

Y/N hummed as she practiced the swift movement, Jace no longer guiding her but keeping his hand securely over hers. She was very aware of the closeness of Jace’s lips to her temple, aware of the heaviness of his breathing.

“I’m surprised you haven’t pushed me away yet,” Jace murmured, speaking his thoughts aloud before his mind had even given the green light to say it.

“Well,” Y/N replied. “Maybe I don’t dislike you as much as I let on.”

“Really?” Despite the evident smirk in his voice, the surprise in his tone seeped through. He was quick to conceal it again though. "Enough to let me win… in a duel?"

He dramatically sped around to face her, grabbing his seraph blade on the way and pointing it at her. The sharp tip of it rested just under her chin. "I challenge you, Y/L/N."

The moment was over as quickly as it began, but the thickness of the atmosphere remained. Jace would never admit it, but he had definitely panicked. Y/N's honesty was just so… out of character. It flustered him. She smirked, regainining her composure. "You're on, Herondale."

As soon as the words left her mouth, their blades collided with a clang and they fought, swords slicing the air and the two of them dodging and diving the other’s blows. Y/N was holding out pretty well considering she had never used this particular weapon before - well, at least she thought she was. Jace had other plans.

After letting her get a little cocky with her abilities, Jace let his own skill kick in, and one expert move of his seraph blade knocked Y/N’s longsword right out of her grip, skidding across the room. Bewildered, Y/N lost focus for a second - big mistake. Anyone fighting with Jace would be a fool to forget that there’s no one quicker than him.

Before she could even comprehend his movements, Y/N found herself slammed against the floor of the training room with a seraph blade to her throat, and blue eyes consuming her vision. “Tut tut, Y/N. You faltered. Looks like I win.” Jace gloated, but his words didn’t hold the same arrogance they spoke. His tone was distant, distracted, as the knowledge that they were supposed to be training slowly faded into oblivion.

“Guess so,” Y/N breathed, but she didn’t quite hear her own voice. Jace’s body over hers was clouding her mind, and those thoughts she had of him came rushing back through her, burning her blood with need.

Slowly, Jace removed the blade from her neck, leaving it clattering a distance away. She expected him to get up, but when he didn’t, she was surprised to find herself pleased. She was surprised to find herself excited when he leaned down, and surprised to feel euphoric as his lips met hers tenderly, almost hesitantly.

As Jace kissed her, she finally allowed herself to give in to all those thoughts she’d pushed down, all those feelings she’d repressed for the Shadowhunter boy on top of her. Jace groaned as Y/N’s hands found themselves in his blonde hair, and little did she know, he felt the same way about her. The daydreams, the imagining, the thinking of Y/N constantly; it was finally overcoming him. And he was glowing - they both were.

When they pulled away, they immediately knew everything would be different. This was Y/N and Jace, the “frenemies”, the two who were supposed to hate each other’s guts and bicker daily across the Institute.

Now they were Y/N and Jace who… kissed each other? Not even just that: they kissed and it meant something. It meant a lot and it was real.

They didn’t know how their dynamic would change from here. All they knew is that it would be different, and everyone would have suspicions. And as they stared at each other - both shock and elation running through their veins - they knew that they’d deal with it, whatever came their way.

Jace began to lean in once more, to get more than just a taste of Y/N, as he ended up being the one drawn to her like a magnet. He just couldn’t help himself. Their lips were inches away from each other when the voice of the Lightwood sister echoed through the training room.

“Oh by the Angel, that’s not how you train!”

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Comforting Him

Shadow Hunters Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Warnings: None. Fluff all the way and some angst.

Summary:  Clary x Jace. Clary trying to soothe Jace as he worries about the fact that Valentine is back and is hunting for his daughter. He is tired of keeping it a secret from the love of his life.

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"You need to stop trying so hard, Jace," whispered Clary soothingly while massaging his shoulders in a circular motion.

"Stop talking!" he snapped but immediately clamped his mouth shut as realization hit him. Clary was the only one who could look past his facade. Whether she inherited this trait from his sperm donor, Valentine, or she knows him too well, he will never know.

Clary gently slid away from him and hastily walked towards the washroom. Too late did he realise what was happening, he pushed her away when he is the only important person left in her life.

"Darling please open the door," he pleaded as he started banging on the door, while she just silently put the lock in place. Muffling her sobs proved a difficult task over the constant assault that was happening to the only barrier that stood between them.

After sometime, he laid on the bed as the exhaustion from the past few days hit him like a truck. Jace's lids only closed for a few seconds when he heard a silent click. Watching her walk out with her red, swollen eyes and messed up hair, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. At least she was physically alright.

"We need a break, Jace. I need one from us. I am sorry," saying this she waltzed out of their important in the middle of the night, probably heading over to Alex and Magnus's place on the second floor. Beyond speechless, he just stared at the wall in front of him which held the most precious moments of their life together these past two years; from bumping in to each other for the first time to them getting engaged last week.

Things might never be the same but the only way to mend his relationship was to come clean to her. Valentine was still alive and he was searching for Clary to fulfill his misguided vision. Determined to get her back, he dropped her a text and went in to a restless sleep.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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Jace Wayland x reader | Angel [ part 2 ]

requested; yes

I hope you like this one; also this is placed before Jace met Clary I suppose, so he is like 16 years old here and the reader is around the same age & this is why in the title it says “ Wayland ” instead of “Herondale” & I’m so sorry for any grammar mistakes that could be here :)

Part One

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“ Wait , you’re saying I could do — that?! ”

Jace smirked looking at Magnus, his warlock friend, “ One day you should be able to. ”

“ This is insane, really. If I knew this back when I — ”

(Y/N) wanted to say “back when I was alone because my father killed himself” but she quickly stopped, not wanting to say such personal information to Magnus; of course he was like her, maybe he could actually understand her, but she just wasn’t sure; Jace knowing was more than enough.

“ — um, when I needed it, it would’ve been great. ”

The both guys noticed her sudden change of mood, Jace knowing that it was because she almost said something about her tragic past, the one she hated with all of her heart.

Magnus, however, didn’t open the subject, instead he continued to explain what a warlock really is.

“ The term ‘warlock’ is mostly used only for men, you’d be called a ‘witch’. ”

She laughed, “ Then I’m glad I wasn’t born at the time when people burned witches alive.”

“ Trust me, that era wasn’t great at all. ”

“ Wait, you lived back then?”

“ If course, biscuit. I’m a warlock since 1600. ”

(Y/N) blinked a few times, not believing such a thing. It was scandalous for her to hear something like that; that guy , who didnt look old at all, was older than her grandma. A lot older.

She sighed, “ So we really are immortal?”

“ Yes, warlocks, also known as Lilith’s Children, are an immortal race of downworlder offsprings of demons and mundanes.”

“ Mundanes?”

“ Humans. ”

“ Oh. ”

(Y/N) analyzed everything that has happened to her; since she jumped from that bridge her whole world was turned upsidedown, she didn’t know who to trust or what to do next. It was like she was completely reborn, into a new person that lived in a damned world. “ At some point in your life , you’ll stop aging. That depends on your warlock parent. ”

“ My warlock parent? You mean the demon — ” she sighed, “ the demon whose blood I have?”

“ Yes, (Y/N). Look, I know this seems strange —”

(Y/N) interrupted Magnus, showing him a fake smile, “ It is strange, Magnus. I think I-I need some air. I’ll be right back.” she said running to the balcony, locking the door behind her.

The recent events were still clear in her mind, but one thought was haunting her; you’re an offspring, you’re devil’s child, there’s no space for you in heaven .

She knew that if all these were true and sadly, they were, then her life was damned. She won’t age, she won’t die, she will stay here and maybe even see the end of the earth and then — when everything will end — she’ll go where people like her went , to hell.

Only the thought terrified (Y/N); she may wanted to end her life, to stop the pain, but now she was thankful for Jace, she was thankful that he saved her; if not she would’ve gone straight to hell, well not really, since she’s immortal but under other circumstances she would have.

Now she knew that she’ll go there anyway, no matter how much she believed in God or no matter how good she would be , (Y/N) was sure there was no “saving her” anymore.

Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, she finally let the pain out. Every bad memory was now coming to her mind and she was crying for everything that happened.

“ I’m so sorry, dad. ” she sobbed, sliding down , her back pressed to the wall; her father was right, she was, indeed, devil’s daughter, demon blood flowing in her veins.

“(y/N)?” Jace’s voice echoed near her

The girl looked at the door, she was sure she had locked it, but now she saw Jace standing at only a few meters away from her, the door wide open.

“ Unlocking rune.” he smirked, holding in his hand an object that looked like a very weird shaped pencil.

(Y/N) wipped her tears away , standing up; she tried to thank Jace for saving her life, but no sound come from her mouth, instead she wrapped her hands around his middle, hugging was always her way of speaking when words failed to.

“ I know this must be hard. ”

This time she laughed, a very sadistic laugh, “ Really? It’s not like my whole life is cursed and I’m basically Satan’s child. ”

“ (Y/N)”, Jace looked at her surprised, he never liked downworlders, but hearing such a beautiful girl as her talk that way about herself made him sad, “ You shouldn’t think that. ”

“ Why not, Jace? You , from what I understood, have angelic blood. I’m the opposite of that. I’m a —”

“ You’re a person that went through hell and back, you’re strong , you’ll get used to this life, you’ll be good. ”

“ — demon. I was going to say that I’m a demon, a monster. That’s what my blood means, right?”

“ Blood won’t define you; your actions will. ”

(Y/N) looked up to him, trying to smile a little, “ I can still be good?”

“ If you want to, of course. There are a lot of warlocks who use their powers to help mundanes, they work in hospitals, they do good, so could you. ” he smiled

(Y/N) tried to picture her life as a nurse, helping people, doing good, but suddenly the smell of blood filled her mind and imagines of needles showed up, making her frown.

“ Actually, I don’t like needles or blood. ”

Jave chuckled , “ Then you’ll find something else —”

“ What if I won’t ? ”

The shadowhunter boy put his hands on her shoulders , making (Y/N) to take a step back, so he could watch her in the eye.

“ Don’t be such a pessimistic person, I’m sure you’ll do just fine. ”

Jace regretted his words shortly after he spoke, because (Y/N)’s expression changed, now he couldn’t read what she was feeling, her face was emotionless.

He knew that she was for a fact alone and like if that wasn’t enough, (Y/N) had a burning hate for herself that wouldn’t just disappear now. Jace remembered when he read some mundane books, focusing on illnesses, there were those “mental illness” and he recognized that (Y/N) might have one of those and Jace knew that these illnesses were the hardest to fight.

“ It must be hard, I suppose, but you have me.” he smiled, “ and Magnus. ”

“ Thank you, Jace. ”

“ No problem, really —”

“ No, I mean thank you for saving me, even though I wouldn’t have died, I appreciate your gesture, so…thanks. ”

Jace gave her an assuring smile as he pulled (Y/N) closer, putting his arms around her body. He placed his chin on top of her head and hugged her tighter; not wanting to ever let her go, now Jace knew (Y/N) needed love and he was more than willing to give her all the world in the world.

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Distractions - Jace Herondale x Female Reader

Summary: Jace comes back from a mission and well… you just can’t hold back anymore

Words: 1.6k 

Warnings: none really

Y/N’s POV

I tighten my grip on the training blade as Izzy and I circle each other in the main training room. The sound of wood meeting wood echoes off the glass walls, our movements precise and calculated. We’ve been at this for hours, Izzy trying to improve my combat skills as it’s my weakness in the field. 

Izzy’s staff whistles through the air as she makes a sudden move towards me, aiming for my head. Instinct kicks in, and I duck just in time, the staff whizzing pasting me. Without hesitation, I roll to the side, narrowly avoiding another strike, and rise to my feet in one fluid motion.  As Izzy turns to face me, I seize the opportunity to counterattack, With a swift movement, I bring the hilt of my wooden sword down on her back, the impact reverberating through my arm. Izzy grunts in surprise, but she recovers quickly, spinning around to face me with renewed determination. 

We lock eyes, both of us back in fighting stances, ready to continue our sparring match. But before we can make another move, the doors to the Institute swing open, revealing Alec and Jace. They’re both sweaty and have splatters of probably not their blood on them, their gear clinking softly as they stride into the room. 

My breath catches as I see Jace. His golden hair is tousled, a few strands clinging to his forehead with sweat. His eyes, piercing shades of blue and brown with his partial heterochromia, hold an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. Despite the grime and exhaustion of battle, there’s an undeniable magnetism about him that draws me in every time. 

Before I can dwell on the way he makes me feel, my thoughts are cut short by the sudden sensation of my feeling being swept out from under me. Izzy’s staff connects with precision, sending me crashing to the ground with a thud. The impact knocks the wind out of me, leaving me momentarily stunned, a groan escaping my lips as I try to remember how to breathe. 

Izzy’s laughter rings out, a melodic sound amidst the clatter of our training. She saunters over, her grin mischievous as she extends a hand towards me, “Looks like you need a breather, Y/N,” she says teasingly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I accept her hand gratefully, allowing her to pull me back to my feet. As I dust myself off, Izzy's expression softens, a knowing look in her eyes. "You should go find Jace," she says casually, though there's a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "I think that's enough training for today.” 

A blush creeps onto my cheeks, betraying the truth behind Izzy's words. Of course, she knows about my crush on Jace. It's hard to keep anything from her, especially when we've been friends for so long. 

I manage a sheepish smile, grateful for Izzy's understanding. "Thanks, Izzy," I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper. She just winks at me playfully before turning to leave the training room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. As I gather my belongings, I can't shake the feeling of embarrassment that lingers in the air. But beneath it all, there's a glimmer of excitement at the prospect of seeing Jace again.

I gather my belongings, my mind still buzzing with the remnants of embarrassment and anticipation. With a determined breath, I head out of the training room and down the familiar corridors of the Institute. Each step feels weighted with both nerves and excitement as I make my way to Jace's room. 

Finally arriving at his door, I raise a hand to knock, the sound echoing softly in the hallway. Before I can second-guess myself, I hear Jace's voice from inside, muffled but unmistakable. "Come in.”

Heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement, I push open the door and step inside Jace’s room. The familiar scent of sandalwood and leather greets me as I enter, enveloping me in a sense of comfort amidst the flutter of anticipation. As I step further into the room, my expectations are upended. Instead of finding Jace seated on his bed or leaning against the windowsill as I had imagined, he stands by his chest of drawers, his back to me as he rummages through its contents.

For a moment, I freeze in place, my breath catching in my throat as I take in the sight before me. The soft glow of sunlight filtering through the window casts a warm halo around Jace, illuminating every every line and curve of his form. His broad shoulders taper down to a narrow waist, the muscles of his back rippling under his sweat-shiny skin. 

As if sensing me staring, Jace turns to face me, a crooked smile curving his plump lips. My eyes widen as I drink in the sight before me, hearing Jace speak but not being able to process the words he’s saying. The light plays across his defined abs, casting shadows that only serve to accentuate their contours. Each ripple of muscle seems chiseled with precision, a testament to his strength and agility as a Shadowhunter. 

But it’s not just his upper body that commands my attention. My gaze drifting lower, tracing the lines of his abs and down to the tantalising glimpse of skin revealed by his low-hanging jeans. The beginnings of a dark trail of hair disappear beneath the waistband, teasing my imagination with promises of what lies beneath. 

I feel my cheeks flush with heat as I struggle to find my voice or drag my eyes away from the mouthwatering view before me as he makes his way across the room, voice low and husky as he speaks, “Hey Y/N, need something?” 

I clear my throat, forcing myself to look away from that happy trail to his face, “Uh, I just wanted to see how you were doing after the mission, you seemed a little bloodied up.” I manage to chose out, my voice coming out a little more breathless than intended. 

Jace’s smile widens, and he takes a step closer, closing the distance between us, “I’m doing okay,” He replies, gaze never leaving mine, “But I’m glad you’re here.” 

His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I can’t seem to extinguish. Before I can even process what’s happening, Jace’s fingers trail gently down my left arm from my elbow, sending electric pulses coursing through my veins. My breath hitches as he takes ahold of my hand in his larger, more calloused ones. 

Every touch sends a jolt of heat through me, leaving me feeling flustered and off balance. And when he uses his hold of my hand to pull me flush against him, I can’t help but let out a soft gasp of surprise. His right hand lands on the small of my back, his touch sending a wave of warmth flooding though me. 

Our faces are mere inches apart now, the air thick with unspoken tension. I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin, sending my heart racing even faster. In this moment, there’s no room for doubt or hesitation, only the raw, unbridled desire that course through us both. 

As if sensing the urgency in the air, Jace releases my hand to cup my cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. His thumb brushes gently over my bottom lip, a silent question in his eyes as he searches mine for any signs of hesitation. I meet his gaze, my own filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation. And then, without another word, he ducks down and presses his lips to mine in a kiss that steals the air form my lungs.��

The kiss is gentle yet urgent, a silent declaration of all the emotions we’ve kept hidden for so long. I melt into him, hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the firm muscles under my hands. 

Every touch, every sensation is magnified in this moment of pure connection. His lips taste of warmth and desire, a heady mix that leaves me dizzy with need. And as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, I can’t help but lose myself in the sensation of him. 

His hands roam over my body, turning the embers of a fire into a full-blown blaze that threatens to consume both of us. With each touch, each caress, the intensity between us grows until it's almost unbearable. And as our kiss grows more fervent, more desperate, I feel Jace walk me backwards until my back hits the solid wall and he's crowding me, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating.

I feel myself drawing him even closer to me, the space between us vanishing until there's no room for anything else but us. His hands wander under my shirt, their touch searing against my bare skin. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, setting every nerve ending ablaze with desire. 

A soft moan slips from my lips as his touch becomes more urgent, more possessive. His hands seem to know every inch of my body, mapping out every curve and contour with a precision that leaves me breathless. And as he presses his body against mine, I can feel the heat of him seeping into my skin, melding us together until we're no longer two separate entities but one.

In this moment, there's no past, no future, only the overwhelming intensity of our shared desire. And as Jace's lips find mine once more, I surrender completely to the flames of passion that engulf us both, knowing that with him, I've found something worth fighting for.

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Loving you Through it Chapter 3 Jace Herondale X Reader

Three days. Three days of pure hell. It was already terrible to be in your head, but now there hasn’t been any relief, even with your emergency anxiety medication. The morning after he died, you made an early therapy appointment with Dustin to see him that day. He tried to get you to talk about it, but all you could do was talk about frivolous things and pace around his room. He was very understanding and he gave you a homework assignment to try and express your emotions and he gave you a harder assignment: to try and talk to Jace about it. After you could breathe again, you were able to use the navigation rune to find Dean’s body. He wasn’t meant to go on rounds alone, none of us were meant to, especially if you had a parabatai. He shouldn’t have gone without you. He should have waited! The parabatai oath has been on rerun in your head. 

“Entreat me not to leave thee,

Or return from following after thee—

For whither thou goest, I will go,

And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.

Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.

Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.

The Angel do so to me, and more also,

If aught but death part thee and me.”

The guilt and shame won’t leave your system. I was meant to be there, protect him, guide him. You didn’t care if he was the older one. Usually he treated you as an equal, the only time he didn’t was when a) he thought he was right or b) he was angry, but he typically always used to apologize. Why would he go without me? Did he not trust you anymore? Did he think you were too broken to help? Or maybe too fragile and vulnerable right now? He thought you were good as long as you took your meds as you were supposed to, and you have! You have taken it religiously everyday. Right now, it hurts to do anything. You’ve run around with your head chopped off. You needed to take care of the funeral, because you were Dean’s only family. Everyone tried to help, but you demanded to do it. It was the least you could do for him...probably the last thing you’d be able to do for him. Today was the funeral. Most shadowhunters laid down on the pyre with a seraph blade in his right hand over his heart. Then, they would be put in the City of Bones. Some prefer to be put in Idris, but not Dean. He wasn’t raised there. He was raised in New York, and that is where he would stay. Everyone was getting ready, and Magnus and Alec had already arrived. Since you found out that Dean died serving the clave, they made an exception and allowed downworlders to attend. Both Alec and Magnus were concerned about you since you were with them when he was out dying. Joclyn, Luke, and Clary said they would meet us there. You were even surprised to see Maryse and Robert Lightwood here. Then again, you weren’t really that surprised because Dean was an extraordinarily talented shadowhunter. He was well known amongst the ranks, and so were you. You were called the parabatai storm for a reason. Dean taught you well, and so has Jace. You were numb for the most part by now. It was better than feeling. You didn’t want to feel at all, cause Angel knows it won’t be a positive emotion. You got into your lace holow flare sleeve A Line white dress and walked over to your vanity. You put on your perfume and picked up your brush. You started brushing your hair slowly, feeling this hollow hole in your chest. 

“Y/N...honey...it’s time to go.” A familiar warm, comforting voice filled the room. Jace. But I don’t want to go...I’m not ready. You continued to brush your hair and looked at the vanity and pretended you didn’t hear anything. 

“Love...did you hear me?” You can tell that he knows you heard him, but you were choosing not to hear him. 

“I don’t want to go Jace…” You actually answered honestly. That was the most sincere thing you’ve spoken since Dean’s death. You could hear Jace’s dress shoes as he walked across the room. He was dressed in a white vest. It was nice because if he wore a tux, it wouldn’t be Jace, and you could really use the normalcy. He squatted down next to your chair and started rubbing your shoulder gently. 

“Darling, speak to me?” You gasp softly as a rush of emotion runs through you and you shake your head. You began to pick at your nails, trying to cause some kind of pain to cause this agonizing emptiness to go away.  “I’m not ready...I’m not ready for him to go.” He looks down at your hands and notices you picking at your nails and puts his hands on yours and ripped your fingers from hurting yourself. 

“You're hurting yourself love...stop.” He whispered it to where only they could hear.You couldn’t look at him and you tried to pull your hands away so you could keep picking your fingers and he fought you back. He was obviously stronger than you were so it was easy to overpower you. He intertwined your fingers with his and he kissed the back of each hand. It then clicked in your head what you were doing and you immediately felt stupid and you couldn’t help the shame and humiliation that ran through you. You tried to pull away and he wouldn’t let you. 

“I know this is probably the worst time to even say this...but i know...I know you struggle with...um...hurting yourself. Don’t hate him, but Dean might have mentioned it. He was worried about you...I don’t know why, he didn’t tell me specifics. He didn’t tell me your history, he just hinted about this. He was worried about you because he couldn’t always be with you...but I think it’s important for you to know I know…and I’m here for the long run.” He smiled softly at you and panic filled you. How DARE DEAN!! He promised he would never tell a soul. But he did. You shook your head as you thought about it and he waited for you to calm down a little. His thumbs rubbed the back of your hands and he kept his gaze on you trying to gauge your reaction and emotions. There was a knock on the door and they both turned to look and find Alec there.

“I’m so sorry...but...we really need to get going…” You forced a smile and stood up forcing Jace to sit back. 

“Okay...thank you Alec for letting us know! I can’t be late.” You hadn’t realized you seeked out Jace’s hand but he squeezed it in a comforting way, letting you know he noticed and he was still there. 

You all arrive together and you stop dead in your tracks as you look at the front of the room. There on the pyre was my parabatai covered in a white sheet. You must have stopped breathing. When you finally exhaled, everyone was staring at you. You realized everyone was staring at you, waiting for your reaction, and it took every last inch of your being to throw on your biggest smile and walk down the aisle. Everyone took their seats while you took your rightful place next to the pyre. The Silent Brothers began the service and all you could think of was what if I had been there? He would still be alive. 

“The remaining will speak the name of the fallen.” You took a deep shuddering breath.

“Dean Matthew Whitelaw.”

“Ave Atque Vale.” Everyone spoke in unison and you bowed your head trying to keep all your emotions in check. The man leading the precession looked at you and walked to his seat and you walked up to the microphone and began to sing the song that was closest to how you were feeling, “The Next Right Thing.” 

“And, with it dawn, what comes then? When it's clear that everything will never be the same again.” You looked at Dean’s body and felt this overwhelming emptiness and grief overcome you.

“Then I'll make the choice to hear HIS voice. And do the next right thing.” For the first time in a long time, tears fell down your face as you finished the song and then led the very last sentence before Dean would be burned. 

“We are dust and shadows.” You held your hands to your chest hoping that you could maybe make this empty feeling to go away. You looked at the first two rows of pews and saw that everyone was crying as you spoke. You looked at where Dean was laid, pulled out your favorite seraph blade, put it in his right hand and stepped back. Then, they set him on fire and you stood and watched as your best friend, mentor, and parabatai burn. 

“Bye Dean.”

[interstellarflare]

Equilibrium || Jace Wayland

(Shadowhunters: The Mortal Instruments)

~PART ONE~

Warnings: Violence, swearing.

Summary: I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave. I won’t give up. And I will be here every single time you need me. You can doubt it. You can try to push me away because you think I’ll just leave anyway but that will never be true. I don’t care if there are a hundred reasons to leave...you’re the only reason I’ll ever need to stay. 

An unknown power stirs within the mundane streets of New York. A power so strong, that Downworlders and everything in between wishes to claim it for themselves. At its centre, Y/n L/n. As this unknown power continues to grow stronger, she is drawn to the Shadowhunters, hunters of the supernatural.

Closing the door to the apartment, I sighed heavily as I began to trudge towards the kitchen. Today had been long and painful, and all I wanted to do now was to lie down and relax.

“You’re home early…” I heard Meredith call from behind the counter, smiling in amusement as I collapsed onto the couch with a loud huff “…how was the job interview?”. I groaned in response, placing my arm over my eyes  “Horrible. No one wants to hire an eighteen year old girl who can’t even wait tables without dropping something” I responded, removing my arm from my face as I heard Meredith’s footsteps slowly approaching. I felt the couch dip lightly as she sat down beside me, her hand gently taking mine and squeezing it reassuringly. “Aw honey, I’m sure you weren’t that bad-“ “I spilt at least three drinks, two of them on customers. I broke god knows how many plates, and I even managed to drop boiling hot coffee into the lap of my manager” I explained, sitting up from my position on the couch with a deep frown. Meredith pressed her lips into a thin line, humming in response as her hazel eyes fell to the floor in deep thought.

After a moment of silence, Meredith smiled and took both of my hands in her own “That doesn’t matter now…” she began, her tone sweet and comforting “…it’s in the past now, and we have bigger and better things to worry about now” she finished, before excitedly jumping up from her seat beside me and rushing off in the direction of her bedroom. My face contorted into an expression of confusion “Wait, what are you talking about!?” I called out after her, tilting my head to the side as I watched her shadow disappear around the corner. As silence once again befell the apartment, I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes. What could Meredith be referring to? I can’t remember anything special about…oh.

As Meredith emerged from the hall, I spotted a neatly wrapped rectangular-shaped box held within her grasp. My eyes widened in realisation “Oh my god-“ “You didn’t forget your own birthday did you?” She cried in disbelief, laughing lightly as she moved to sit back down beside me with a mocking smile on her lips. I groaned and rubbed my eyes with my hands “I can’t believe I forgot” I whispered lowly, shaking my head in bewilderment. With a small scoff, Meredith waved her hand dismissively and gently placed the box in my lap. Staring down at the navy blue wrapping paper, I felt my chest tighten in a mixture of love and sadness. “Meredith, you didn’t have to…” I began, lifting my gaze to stare up at her with a warm smile. “Of course I did…” she spoke as if offended “…and besides, your mother wanted you to have it when you turned eighteen” she finished, wrapping her arm lovingly around my shoulders.

I smiled fondly down towards the present, my eyes stinging slightly as tears threatened to form. My gaze moved towards the coffee table, where a framed picture of my mother stood. Her smile was wide, her (eye/colour) eyes sparkling in the evening sunlight as she stood next to a man that I didn’t recognise. I had never met him before, but Meredith had always told me that my mother was close friends with the mysterious man. How close, I didn’t know. Meredith took me in not long after my mother died, I had only been a few hours old. She had always provided me with more than enough, she had always cared for me, and told me stories about her and my mother when they were younger.

I felt Meredith squeeze my shoulders. “Open it…” she cooed quietly, leaning her head against my shoulder with a small excited jump. I rolled my eyes at her anxiousness, laughing quietly to myself as I carefully tore at the teal wrapping paper. Once the wrapping paper was removed, I opened the rectangular box to reveal a beautiful antique necklace, with a gorgeous cut ruby placed in the middle which was surrounded by elegant silver work. A shocked gasp escaped my lips as I stared down at the necklace in amazement. “It’s beautiful…” I breathed, a bright smile forming on my lips “Where did you get this?”.

“It was your mothers…” Meredith explained “…it was given to her by a very old friend, someone she used to work with. She wanted you to have it when you turned eighteen” she finished, staring at me with a loving and warm expression. I felt my heart swell within my chest as small tears formed in my eyes, as I gently picked up the necklace between my fingers. The cold metal shocked my fingers, as I studied the necklace within my grasp. Flipping it over, I spotted the word ‘AMOR’ inscribed on the back. “I love it…” I whispered, turning to face Meredith with a happy yet bewildered expression “…thank you”. Waving her hand dismissively, Meredith careful took the necklace from my grasp and undid the clasp, motioning for me to turn around in order to place the necklace around my neck “You don’t have to thank me, but I think the person that gave this necklace to your mother knew that she would give it to you…and that you would look fabulous in red” she teased, causing me to scoff playfully and quickly spin around, lightly slapping her arm away as she squeaked in fear.

As I felt the cool metal gently caress my chest, I felt my lips curve upward in a fond smile. I had been so caught up in admiring the beautiful piece of jewellery that I hadn’t noticed that Meredith had moved away from the lounge and back into the kitchen. “That necklace was very special to your mother, she would be very proud of you” she spoke kindly staring towards me with a look of admiration, her hands placed firmly against the countertop. Before I could open my mouth to speak, Meredith clapped her hands excitedly “Alright, now go get dressed in something fancy and flashy. Tonight, you and I are going clubbing at that new place downtown” she stated, pointing towards me with an almost wicked grin gracing her lips.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I tilted my head sideways as I stared towards her with a puzzled expression “You mean Pandemonium? Why on earth would you want to go there?” I asked her, throwing my arms out in fake exasperation. With a laugh, Meredith shrugged her shoulders and mimicked my actions “Why not? And besides, you are eighteen now, you deserve to have some fun before you descend into a very boring stage called adulthood” she joked, before gesturing her head towards my bedroom door down the hallway, which was the door opposite her own. With a small sigh and roll of my eyes, I chuckled and hauled myself up from the couch, before making my way towards the coat wrack in the hallway. “Fine, let’s go”.

“Thank god…” Meredith breathed “…I was afraid you would say no”. Without another word, I dragged myself towards my bedroom. Deciding to get changed into a pair of denim ripped jeans, and a black shirt which was slightly see-through, I stared at myself in the mirror with an awkward shrug of my shoulders. This was probably the most decent I had looked today, minus the see-through top. Throwing on a pair of black six-inch heels, I threw on a black leather jacket that had been in my closet and met Meredith in the hallway beside the apartment door.

A smirk formed on Meredith’s face as she nodded her head in acceptance. “Well, look at you…” she mused cheekily “…you clean up well”. “Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself” I replied, admiring the dark green, knee-length dress that she wore, accompanied by various gold items of jewellery. Seeming satisfied with both of our appearances, Meredith opened the door and gestured for me to head out first. “Shall we?” She questioned rhetorically, before following me out into the stairwell and looping her arm through my own. My free hand absentmindedly moved towards the pendant around my neck, my fingers gracing over the large ruby at its centre. Strangely, the gem felt warm to the touch. But with a shrug, I brushed it aside as paranoia and instead focused on enjoying a night out.

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[saltyluminaryvoid]

Fury grinned at your gobsmacked face. "What?" Demons and Angels you get but its aliens that leave you stunned.

This wasn't part of the job description, you managed to stutter out as your brother Jace glanced feebly at you.

[storiesforallfandoms]

i don’t need your help ~ jace herondale;shadowhunters

word count: 2524

request?: yes!

“Alec Lightwood or Jace Herondale (either one works) smut? If you're comfortable with writing for shadowhunters, ofc <3″

description: after a run in with a demon that almost turns bad, a fight between her and one of her fellow shadowhunters turns into something so much more

pairing: jace herondale x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, smut

masterlist (one, two)

Izzy helped me limp into the Institute, my body feeling run down and exhausted already. She laid me down on a bed and it took me a moment to register that it was my own bed. I was aching all over, but I tried to keep a brave face. At least, I thought I was keeping a brave face. For all I knew I was sobbing like a baby.

“I’ll get my stele,” she told me. “Just...just stay awake, okay?”

I tried to respond but it came out as a pained moan instead. Izzy quickly raced from my room to her own. I could hear her in the distance furiously looking for here stele. I tried to stay awake but my eyes were starting to grow heavy and my head was lulling back against the pillow under me. The thought of drifting off into unconsciousness felt like the best idea I had ever had in that moment.

I heard someone at the door and thought it was Izzy coming back. When I looked up, I saw it was Jace standing in my doorway. His face was pale and he was staring at me in horror. I could only imagine how awful I looked.

“(Y/N),” he breathed. He quickly raced to my side and pulled his stele out. “What the hell happened to you?”

“She had a run in with a demon while she was alone,” Izzy responded, appearing at Jace’s side. “I got there just in time. Can you help me draw healing ruins? She’s going to need a few.”

“I’m way ahead of you.”

The slight burn of Jace’s stele touching my arm caused me to let out a yelp of pain. He looked at me with sympathy as he continued to draw the healing Rune. Izzy moved to my other side and started drawing a Rune there too. It hurt as they were drawing them, but I felt a numbness wash over my body as the Rune started to take effect.

Jace started to stroke my hair after drawing another ruin on me. He looked down at me, his face full of concern. “Rest while the ruins do their work, (Y/N).”

Getting Jace’s permission to finally rest felt like a blessing, and within seconds I was passed out.

~~~~~~

I wasn’t sure how long I was out. When I woke up again, my head still felt heavy and my vision was spinning a little. I tried to lift my head to look around, but it felt like someone had poured nails into my head and shaken it. I groaned and laid back down again, raising my hand to put it on my forehead. I realized then that the pain had completely left my body, except for the headache I had, and I felt good as new again.

“How long have I been out?” I asked, turning my head to see who had stayed with me while I was unconscious. I knew either Jace or Izzy had. They weren’t going to leave me when I was in such rough condition.

Through the slight darkness of my room, I could make out the figure sitting down as Jace. I was slightly shocked to see that Jace was the one who had stayed. Despite his caring and concerned nature when Izzy had first brought me home, the two of us weren’t exactly close. We didn’t hate each other or anything, but we were constantly fighting and he irritated the hell out of me. I didn’t think his kindness would extend to staying with me while I was unconscious.

“A few hours,” he responded. “It’s 2am now, you got back around 8 or 9pm I think.”

I groaned. “I definitely feel like I’ve been out for five or six hours.”

“What were you thinking?” Jace questioned, rising from his seat. “Facing a demon alone? You were lucky that Izzy had known where you were or else you definitely wouldn’t have been feeling as good as you do now.”

“Thanks for that, Captain Obvious,” I muttered. “For your information, I didn’t go out with the intentions of facing a demon alone. I was just out and I got cornered by a demon that knew I was a Shadowhunter. I wasn’t expecting it and it got the jump on me.”

“You shouldn’t have gone out on your own at all. You know the dangers of being caught are high, especially when you can be spotted at any time by a demon.”

I braced myself as I sat up, the pounding feeling in my head intensifying for just a moment, before slowly numbing again.

“I can’t stay cooped up here forever, Jace,” I retorted. “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“Obviously you’re not or else you wouldn’t have been on death’s doorstep when you got back here.”

“I was not on death’s doorstep. Izzy found me in time, but even if she hadn’t I would’ve been fine.”

“You didn’t look fine.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Listen Jace, I appreciate this...concern you have for me, but I’m fine. I don’t need this lecture, I don’t need anyone’s help, especially not yours. You’ve made it very clear that you don’t actually like me all that much, so you don’t need to continue this caring act, or the lecture. I’m fine and I can take care of myself.”

The tension hung in the air. I expected Jace to walk away and to finally leave me alone. You can imagine my shock when he approached me suddenly, putting one hand behind my head and pulling me in for a kiss.

I was shocked. I didn’t know how to respond to it. I thought for a second that Jace had gone insane, that maybe some Downworlder had scrambled his brain or something. There was no way in Hell that Jace Herondale would willingly kiss me. I was just a torn in his side, and he was one in mine.

But something just felt right about the kiss. His rough hands were gentle as one cupped the back of my neck while the other was wrapped around my waist. He pulled me forward to the edge of the bed, nudging my legs open so he could stand between them. My hands were gripping the t-shirt he was wearing, taking in every last bit of him that I could.

I felt myself laying back on my bed against, Jace’s hand still under my head. He moved with me, hovering over me as our lips moved perfectly in sync with one another. His other hand slipped under my shirt, softly trailing up my side until he reached my bra. We broke away from the kiss just long enough for Jace to pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra in one swift motion.

He looked down at me, his beautiful different colored eyes soft but full of lust. He gently ran his fingers over my cheek before pressing his lips against mine once more, then moving to start kissing cheek, my jaw, my neck. His lips hovered a moment over the fresh Runes that he and Izzy had drawn on my skin. When he pressed a kiss against them, it almost felt like he was soothing the slight burn that was still there. He continued to gently brush his lips over the white scars left behind from other Runes that had been drawn on my skin for years.

My head fell back against the pillow underneath me as Jace’s lips continued to kiss down my chest and stomach, stopping just above the hem of my jeans. He looked up at me, waiting for permission. When I nodded, he made quick work of pulling my jeans and panties off at one time. He pressed another light kiss just above m aching core before diving in with his tongue.

I gasped at the pleasurable feeling. Of course, being a Shadowhunter doesn’t mean you never have sex. Quite the opposite, really. All four of us in the Institution were no strangers to sex. But this...this was a feeling of pleasure beyond what I had ever experienced before. I blamed the fact that I had only ever had sex with Mundane men before now.

I ran a hand through Jace’s hair and grabbed hold of it. The action caused him to moan against me, the vibrations running through my body.

He lifted his head for air, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he lightly played with my clit.

“I can’t describe how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, placing gentle kisses against my stomach again.

“You have a weird way of sh - oh  - owing it,” I said, trying to tease him through the pleasure he was giving me.

He smiled in response and moved his hand away. I whimpered from the lack of contact, an action I wasn’t too proud of afterwards but in the moment I could care less.

Jace kissed my lips again, the taste of my arousal on his lips and tongue. It turned me on even more and I just wanted to have him inside of me.

I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He looked impressed by my action. I ran my hands down his still clothed chest, reaching the bottom of his shirt.

“I hardly think it’s far that you’re still dressed while I’m completely naked,” I said.

“Well, we can fix that,” he responded.

I made quick work of taking his clothes off, discarding them somewhere on the floor with my own. When I pulled his boxers down, I audibly gasped at his length. He chuckled at my reaction. “Surprised?”

“Surprised that my fantasies were true,” I responded.

Jace raised an eyebrow at me. “You’ve fantasized about me?”

I took him in my hand and started to slowly stroke him. A breathy gasp escaped from his mouth as he fell completely helpless to my touch.

“It’s hard not to sometimes,” I admitted. “When you’re walking around here in your tight clothes, or with no shirt on. You’re so confident and cocky, it’s hard not to imagine what you’d be like in bed.”

“You finally have the real me here,” he said. “Why not make those fantasies a reality?”

He didn’t have to asked twice.

I spit onto the head of his dick, using my hand to spread it all over him before lining him up with my entrance. The moment his tip slipped inside of me, we both moaned in pleasure and relief. So much built up tension between us, sexual and otherwise, finally being released.

I slowly sat myself down on him, taking in every inch. His hands found their way to my hips, his fingers digging in so harshly that I was sure I’d have bruises there. Once I had adjusted to his size, he started rocking my hips against him, the friction starting to build between us.

I placed my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as I took over rocking my hips. He looked into my eyes, his mouth partially open as moans and whimpers escaped from his lips. Even with these small movements he was hitting a spot inside of me that I had never felt before. I was almost sure I’d orgasm within seconds.

Jace sat up then, wrapping one arm around my waist while planting the other one on the bed behind him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly as he began to thrust up into me. The motions were rougher and faster, hitting that spot inside of me with a force I hadn’t felt before. I buried my head in Jace’s shoulder, trying to muffle my moans as I remembered there were two other people living in the Institution.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Fuck Jace,” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good. I might...I might...”

“What are you gonna do, princess?”

Fuck! And a pet name, too? I was putty in his hands.

I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My climax built up quick and hit me before I was even ready for it. I moaned Jace’s name against his shoulder as I felt myself clenching around him, a warm sensation running through my body.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in me,” I whispered. “Please, Jace.”

He threw his head back and groaned as I felt him finish inside of me. I gasped at the feeling, which was almost enough to make me orgasm again.

Jace fell backwards onto the bed, taking me with him. I giggled as I settled against his chest, still wrapped around his softening member. I could stay like that for hours if Jace wanted to.

“Maybe I should get attacked by demons more often,” I mumbled to myself.

Jace tensed under me. “I would much rather if you didn’t.”

I moved my head to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Relax, I was only joking. I meant what I said earlier, Jace, I can handle demons on my own.”

He relaxed again, starting to trace his fingers up and down my back. “I know you can. I shouldn’t have overreacted earlier. I’m sorry.”

Normally I’d make some quip about him apologizing, but some things were starting to add up in my head. “You were always hounding me and shit because you were worried for me.”

It wasn’t a question, but Jace responded anyways. “Yeah. I...I just never wanted you to get hurt.”

“Jace, I’m a Shadowhunter just like you. I’ve faced numerous Downworlders before, both by myself and with you guys. I can take care of myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m well aware of that. I’ve always been impressed with your fighting skills. It’s just...I care for you in a way that I’ve never cared for someone before. I always worry when you’re out with Izzy or Alec or anyone who isn’t me because I’m afraid of the day that...maybe you don’t come back. When I saw you earlier today...I was so terrified that I was actually going to lose you.”

I propped myself up a bit to take Jace’s face in my hands. “I appreciate how much you care, but you have to have faith in me, Jace. This is the first time I’ve seriously been injured while fighting a Downworlder, and I promise you it’ll be the last time too.”

Jace nodded. I smiled a little and leaned down to kiss him again. I finally decided to untangle myself from him, although I felt empty without him inside of me. I laid down next to him, feeling sleepy from our earlier activities.

My eyes were starting to close when Jace said, “Hey (Y/N).”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we should close the door next time we decide to have sex.”

My eyes popped open to see that my bedroom door was wide open. I hadn’t noticed that earlier, what with being...“preoccupied” and all. I groaned and buried my face in Jace’s chest as he laughed.