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Jace Wayland x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2254 words

Warnings: Just some feisty fluff, for my Scorpio ass. 

Summary: Jace starts a fight with his ex, when he finds out she went out on her own and got hurt. It clearly doesn't occur to him that he doesn't get to tell you what to do anymore

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It wasn’t even that obvious.

The encounter you’d had with that demon had left you with little more than a light limp on your right side. The kind of thing that no one would even notice if you did a good enough job keeping it hidden.

It wasn’t a big deal.

…or, it wouldn’t have been, if Jace was capable of minding his own business.

Unfortunately for you, your ex had never really been one for keeping his thoughts to himself and this wasn’t about to be the exception to that rule.

Not a chance.

“What’s that?” he called, barely catching sight of you as you passed the training room.

For anyone else, it would have been a normal occurrence, and something they wouldn't bother to question but Jace wasn’t just anyone.

He knew something was up.

“What’s what?” you repeated, not even bothering to stop walking as you called out to him, hardly taking notice of the way he jogged up beside you, an easy task given your already inhibited state.

Hiding the limp wasn’t too hard as long as you focused on the way you walked, but if you went too fast, it would definitely be obvious.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Jace asked, choosing to ignore all pleasantries in favor of getting right to the point, not that you were surprised.

He’d never really been one for small talk.

At first, you didn’t say anything, mostly out of spite but partially out of shock.

When the two of you were a couple, you had to almost get yourself killed just to get his attention, but now, he was going to pick up on something like that out of nowhere?

Figures.

“No? Why?” you tried, eventually deciding that playing dumb was going to be your best option.

It was a lie, and not a very good one, but you didn’t care.

You had places to be and things to do that didn’t involve explaining yourself to him.

Even if you did hurt yourself somehow, he didn’t need to worry about it. You weren’t his problem anymore, and you certainly didn’t have to answer to the likes of Jace Wayland.

Honestly, the hope was that if you played it off well enough, he would just go back to beating on his mannequins and leave you alone. Though, you should have known better than to think it would work.

Jace would never let you off that easily, and before you could leave completely, he took hold of your wrist, just tight enough to keep you in place.

“It just looks like you’re favoring your right leg” he explained, eyeing you incredulously as if the truth would just unfold in front of him if he did it long enough.

Now, there was a time when you would have done anything to have him as focused on you as he was in this moment, but it had long passed.

It didn’t feel the same under these circumstances, and it never would again.

“Well I’m not. You must be slipping, Shadowhunter” you shrugged, going to move away from him again, trying to shake off the hold he had on you, but just when you thought you’d convinced him, Jace found a way to call your bluff again.

Before you even knew what was happening, he’d kicked your foot out from under you, just hard enough to test his theory.

…and sure enough, it did what he thought it would.

It knocked you on your ass.

“Slipping, huh?” Jace smirked, standing over you now, proud of himself for just how good he managed to be.

After all, who else would have been able to figure out something like that other than him?

“That doesn’t prove anything” you countered, choosing to ignore the hand he offered you which you quickly regretted. You knew that he was watching your every move now, to catch you in the act, and if you weren’t careful, he would.

Getting knocked on your ass didn’t hurt much more than your pride, but trying to get up on a busted up ankle was a different story entirely.

As soon as you tried to put weight on the strained limb, your body screamed out for you to stop but you knew better than to give into the feeling.

Not right now.

“You sure? I’ve never seen that move work on you before” Jace kept going, thinking back to all those times you two had spared in the past. You had never, ever, fallen for that in all the years he’d known you.

For him, that was as good as concrete proof.

You didn’t say anything at that, considering how much easier it would have been to concede to his irritating charade, but at this point, you weren’t even sure that would get him to stop.

Jace wasn’t just going to let you live this down.

Not in a million years.

“You want some help? Or, do you just like it on the floor?” he poked, taking your silence as his cue to keep at his teasing.

By this point, he already knew that he was right but he wasn’t going to do anything about it until you asked him to. It was the least you could do for trying to keep something like that from him.

…and for getting yourself hurt in the first place.

“I might just wait for someone else to come by, if that’s okay with you?” you spit back, still racking your brain for any solution to your current problem that didn’t involve admitting that Jace was right.

You’d honestly rather die here than do that, after everything you two had been through.

“Yeah, that sounds about right” the blonde decided, giving you one last once over before heading off down the hall, just far enough to give you the impression that he was actually going to leave you stranded.

Though, you both knew he wouldn’t.

You weren’t the only one of the two of you that bluffed when it came to protecting your wounded pride.

“Jace-”

As soon as you spoke, he stopped, glancing over his shoulder with that same devilish smirk on his face.

He knew you needed him, but even better than that, was that you knew you needed him too.

“You need something?” he called, taking in the absolutely hilarious sight in front of him as he turned around. You were essentially trapped on the floor, and the frustration as a result of that was practically radiating off of you.

It was priceless, and in all honesty, it was a little bit of payback for all the attitude you’d been throwing his way lately.

“Help” your words were almost inaudible as you tried to keep the rest of the Institute from knowing what was going on but it didn’t matter. Jace already knew exactly what you wanted.

Not that it mattered.

He didn’t move in the slightest, clearly waiting for the one thing you couldn't have done if you wanted to.

You weren’t going to say it, and frankly, even the male in front of you knew that he was pushing his luck.

Unfortunately for you, if he didn’t help you, there was no telling how long you’d be stuck here and that just wasn’t an option.

You didn’t have any other choice, or else you’d have sooner cut out your tongue.

“Please” you added, though the word couldn’t have been more stopped up behind your jaw, tight and irritated.

Again, he could hardly hear you, which was clearly by design, but the point was that you said it, not that he heard it.

You actually said it.

“I’d ask you to repeat it but I won’t because you’re hurt” he decided, finally closing the space between the two of you, just enough.

The truth was, whether you said it or not, there was no way he was going to just leave you, especially not knowing that you had actually hurt yourself somehow.

The two of you might have been acting kind of cold to one another recently but that didn’t mean he wanted you in pain.

Ever,.

“I’m not hurt” you tried, reaching out, clearly expecting Jace to offer you his hand just as he’d done before but he didn’t.

Instead, the male in question chose to kneel down in front of you, his hand searching for the source of your pain until he eventually found it, in the form of a knot on your right ankle.

It wasn’t awful, but it definitely didn’t feel like it felt good either.

“Did you try healing it?” he prompted, choosing to ignore the wince his action drew from your lips, accompanied by a low hiss as you tried your best to stifle whatever it was you were feeling.

It stung like a bitch, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

“It isn’t that bad” you kept going, fully buying into the idea that if you just walked it off, it would be fine. Which, before Jace this morning, had been working just fine.

You weren't going to waste a rune on something like this if you didn’t have to. The pain just added character, and reminded you of what it was you were fighting so hard for.

Though, you already knew Jace wouldn't accept that.

You two had always had differing ideas about how to deal with pain, meaning that he never wanted you to deal with it at all and you prefered to feel every ounce of it, to spur you on even more.

“Oh yeah? It looks great” he grumbled, adjusting your pant leg again before making up his mind for the final time.

He was going to have to take care of you, seeing as you insisted on getting hurt and not taking care of yourself.

It wasn’t really as if he had a choice.

Someone had to look after you, and it wasn’t as if there was a line of people willing to put up with your smart mouth and attitude outside the Institute.

“Come on” he suggested, moving until he could reach all the way around you, one hand on your lower back and the other coming to rest under your thighs, all at once.

Naturally, it wasn’t what you were expecting from him and you couldn’t help but sigh, looking at the blonde as if he’d suddenly sprouted a second head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked, not at all trusting whatever it was he thought he was doing right now.

Even if it was innocent, you didn’t have complete confidence in his ability to lift you in your current state. You couldn't help him out at all with the way your ankle was acting up, if he needed you to.

None of it made any sense, until, of course, you took notice of the way he was looking at you.

Jace was doing this on purpose.

“Problem?” he hummed, not adjusting his hold at all as he stood, holding you to his frame as if you were some kind of damsel in distress.

Which you certainly weren’t.

“I’d rather break it” you muttered back, glaring at the male as he grinned at you, clearly finding this entire situation hilarious.

In his mind, this was your fault.

Jace had always told you that going out on your own was bound to go poorly, and in all honesty, you were just lucky you came back in one piece. This was kind of the payback you deserved for being so stubborn.

Maybe you’d finally listen to him now.

“You’ll do a lot more than break it if you aren’t careful next time” he countered, a newly serious tone in his voice as Jace actually thought about what could have gone wrong if you didn’t do as he said.

The two of you didn’t see eye to eye, ever, and sometimes you bickered but he had buried more than his fair share of loved ones in his life, and he didn’t intend to bury you too.

No matter how much you got on his last nerve.

“Is that why you’re being such an ass? I had to, I couldn’t just let it get away” you groaned, not surprised that this whole thing had turned into one big Jace lecture.

He always thought he was right, that his way was the only way, and there was no possible way you could also know what you were doing.

“You could have, and you should have” Jace countered, unwilling to waver on this, even as the two of you entered the epicenter of the Institute.

He was right, and you needed to know he was right.

Not that you were ever going to admit that to him while you were still breathing.

“Bite me” you groaned back, rolling your eyes as you considered his words. You were just as much a Shadowhunter as he was, even if he didn’t want to treat you like it.

Now, you would have thought that the two of you bickering in the middle of the meca that was the Institute should have surprised someone but it didn’t.

If anything, the sight of Jace carrying you around, both of you in a heated discussion about how hard headed and ridiculous the other was being, was kind of a ritual around here.

Injury aside, it was almost nice

At least this way, you two were actually talking to one another. If what you were currently doing could be considered talking, that was.

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Somebody Else

Jace Wayland x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1978 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Clary really hurts Jace after they kiss  which leaves you to pick up the pieces, which doesn’t exactly go how you’d think

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You knew that something was wrong as soon as you saw him in the hallway, stalking around in the dark.

Jace was always moody, but this was something different.

He looked hurt.

It wasn’t a look you were accustomed to seeing on his face, as he normally wore that stoic frown, but you weren’t blind. You could tell that something was definitely wrong, it had to be.

Knowing Jace, it could have been anything, from an argument with Alec to Isabella getting the best of him during training. You couldn't tell right off the bat but unfortunately, even if you asked, he may not ever tell you what happened.

In all the time that you had known him, Jace had always been secretive with his emotions. He didn’t want people to know that he had them, or that they could be exploited, but if you paid close enough attention, you could always tell.

If you were looking, you could read him like a book.

What he was going through might not have been the most obvious with no context clues but if you had to guess, it likely had something to do with Clary.

There was just something about her.

Since she arrived at the institute, Jace had been acting strangely, worrying about what could possibly happen to her and talking more about her than you’d ever heard him talk about anyone in his entire life.

It was obvious that he cared about her, and if something had happened between the two of them, that would more than explain the mood he was in. Even a look from her could make a clear impact on him.

Frankly, there was no telling how bad it could get.

The worst thing was that he probably was going to ignore whatever he was feeling, which would only make it worse.  Jace hated to feel things, no matter how important they were, or how much more difficult it would make it if he buried them.

It just wasn’t who he was.

Still, you knew better than to just let him go on that way like nothing happened. You knew better than to leave him to his own devices, because that would be a disaster. If there was any chance you could make this easier on him, you would.

“What’s going on?” you asked, hoping that he would just tell you the truth, all while knowing that he wouldn’t. He’d been in pretty good spirits since Clary got to the institute but there was no proof of that now.

You hadn’t seen him this upset in a really long time.

“Nothing” came Jace’s grumble in reply. He hoped that you would be in bed by now, already fast asleep, but he would never be so lucky. Of course you were here, after everything else that had gone wrong today, now you wanted to talk.

You always wanted to talk.

Asking was a long shot to begin with, you knew that, but you just hoped he’d be honest with you. You were his best friend, and you loved him, so if something had happened, it seemed like something you should know about.

This was important to you, even if he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Tell that to your face” you sighed, eyeing him incredulously in the way you so often did. You had this way of dealing with him that no one else did, and right now, it wasn’t something he wanted.

All he wanted to do was go back to his room and sit in silence for a while, staring at the wall.

He didn’t want to talk about his feelings, or what had happened between him and Clary. He didn’t want to tell you about how stupid he’d been, thinking that he’d actually have a shot with her. Not only would it be a huge bruise to his ego but you would do that thing you did.

You would tell him that you were sorry, and that it was okay if he was upset. You always supported him, even when he was being an idiot, and right now, it was only going to add insult to injury.

Clary didn’t seem to care whether or not he was there at all.

If she had, that mundane wouldn’t have been in her bedroom to start with. He thought they had something special, but clearly, he was wrong.

No matter what he did, he was never going to measure up to him, and that was something he’d have to come to terms with.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, your plan to go bed long forgotten in exchange for whatever Jace needed. Right now, you didn’t want to leave him alone because no one wanted to be alone when they were upset.

Though, Jace would have surely had you believe that was false.

He wanted nothing more than to be by himself, but if he had to be with anyone right now, he was glad it was you. There was a reason you were so important to him, and a reason you’d been friends for so long.

You didn’t push too hard, but you also didn’t give in completely when he asked for space. It was a good balance, one he felt safe in.

Safe enough to let you in, just a little bit.

“He was in her room” he decided finally, not really explaining much about his situation. It was hardly an explanation at all but at least it was a start. You could build off of that, and it was more than you’d been expecting.

Normally, ‘nothing’ would be all Jace cared to give you when you asked about his feelings.

You had no idea who he was referring to, of course, not at first. However, going off of your Clary assumption, it only tracked that he must have been talking about Simon.

Simon was a mundane, and Clary’s childhood best friend who she seemed to value more than anyone else in the world.

It was no secret to you or the other Shadowhunters that Jace and Simon didn’t have much in common, and they weren’t exactly each other's biggest fans.

Seeing him there must have been difficult for Jace, especially considering how he felt for her.

You couldn’t help but briefly imagine what that must have been like for him, and what it would be like if you were in his shoes. If you had to see Jace and Clary in such a way, it would put you in quite the sour mood too.

You really couldn’t blame him for being so grumpy.

“And you know this because you were going to be...in her room?” you clarified, ignoring the tinge of jealousy in the pit of your stomach at the idea.

You thought that you had come to terms with his feelings for her, as you didn’t have much of a choice, but for some reason, that was much more hard to hear than you’d been expecting.

That reason, of course, being the fact that you were in love with him.

You had been in love with Jace for quite some time, as pathetic as that was, but it wasn’t until Clary showed up that you felt the need to be honest about that. You had kept it a secret for so long, content to bury your feelings as he did, but now that she was here, it was different.

It just wasn’t right.

Jace would do anything for her, and his love knew no bounds but Clary didn’t seem to even notice. Surely she must have noticed how important she was to him, though maybe the difference in his actions wasn’t as obvious to her.

They had just met recently, after all.

She didn’t have much to build off of, not like you did. She didn’t have years and years of getting to know him, and of falling for him in the strongest way. She didn’t see the way his eyes sparkled when he talked to or about her.

She didn’t have any idea just how much he’d fallen for her, but you did.

You could see it, even now as you walked beside him in the dark corridor, how much this new development was hurting him.

“I kissed her, and I thought there was something there but-” he started, only stopping when he realized just how much he’d said. This wasn’t his plan, of course, but he really cared about her.

It hurt to see Simon there, standing in her doorway, and the way she acted afterward did little to make him feel better.

She didn’t even bother to come after him.

It didn’t help that you were so easy to talk to, offering as much support and care as you possibly could without giving him advice he didn’t need, or forcing him to share more than he was comfortable with.

You were the perfect person to open up to, even when he didn’t want to.

“But it hurt to see someone you cared so much for with someone else?” you filled in, going out on a limb to try and get him to share just a little more. Any more insight into what he was going through would help you make it better, or so you hoped.

Really, you were going off of pure instinct right now.

You knew exactly what Jace was going through, not that you would ever admit that to him, because what he was going through was what you had gone through every day since she’d come to your home.

Watching the person you loved fall in love with someone else was worse than anything else you’d ever experienced. It wasn’t a demon to slay or a foe to be vanquished. It was real, and unavoidable, and painful.

There was nothing you could do to change it.

“Yeah, I guess it did” he allowed, thinking back to the way his heart had sank when Simon opened the door, and the way Clary backed away from him as if nothing had been going on the moment before the other male made himself known.

It sucked.

“Maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe she didn’t know he was there” you tried, not able to bring yourself to make him feel any worse. Even if you didn’t necessarily believe that was the case, you weren’t about to tell him that.

Jace cared about her, a lot, and if she was going to make him happy, you wanted it to work out. It didn’t matter if it would make you unhappy, or if it would be hard for you, because as long as he was happy, that was all you cared about.

He deserved to be happy.

He deserved the world, if that's what he wanted.

“Maybe”

Jace didn’t sound fully convinced, of course, but you didn’t need him to be. All you had to do was get him not to give up on her, to not give up on anything, because then you would be worse off than you started.

He’d really started to open up as of late, and the difference in him was one anyone could see. You didn’t want him to start taking strides backwards because of what had happened tonight.

“Just go see her in the morning, and I’m sure everything will be fine” you smiled, doing a really convincing job of hiding just how much your heart was breaking at the idea of it. Somehow, you had ended up trying to convince the man you loved to be with someone else.

Somehow.

Still, as you considered the way you’d found him, moping around like the world was out to get him, and how he was now, nothing else mattered. If Jace was happy, you were happy, and it was as simple as that.

It had to be.

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Feelings

Jace Herondale x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2213 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: The reader is a vampire who owns the hardtail bar, who has quite the past with Jace Herondale which they never really addressed to begin with

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Owning a downworlder bar was hardly the cakewalk it made itself out to be.

In all the years that you had owned Hardtail, you had come in contact with all sorts of colorful characters. From vampires and werewolves to demons and demon hunters, there was no telling who was going to walk through that door.

Though, no one was quite as interesting to deal with as Jace Herondale was.

He was an arrogant ass, of course, only doing things when he wanted to do them, and why. Not to mention that he was utterly ridiculous most of the time, something that made him almost impossible to deal with.

...and you would know that better than anyone, seeing as you’d done just that for quite some time.

Going out with him hadn’t been your finest moment, you could admit that.

All in all, you and Jace had nothing in common, and all you ever did was argue but no matter what you did, you always found yourself coming back to him. Without fail, you sought him out and just couldn’t cut the tie you felt to him.

It was impossible.

He just kept coming back, and it wasn’t as if you had it in you to turn him away at the door.

Though, today was the first time he’d ever come in here with someone else in tow, not to mention a woman. She was pretty with fiery red hair and no doubt a personality to match, if you knew him well.

That must have been what had taken him so long.

Normally Jace would stop by every few weeks, just to make sure that none of the downworlders were starting trouble for you, but he hadn’t been here in months now. Clearly, it wasn’t all that big of a deal what happened here, unless of course he needed your help with someone.

Then you were good enough to visit.

“What can I get for you?” you asked, quite similarly to how you would greet any other customer, your eyes staying on the girl at his side rather than looking Jace in the eye.

Whatever it was he needed, you were sure that he’d get to it before you had to do too much more of this, or so you hoped.

You had other customers after all, and most of them didn’t take too kindly to being ignored.

“I’m actually not here to drink. I’m here for you” he grinned, resting as casually as he could against the bar, as if he had any right to do that.  Though, it wasn’t as if you were going to throw him out just for that.

At the very least, you knew that you had to hear him out.

“You mean, you are” you clarified, gesturing to the redhead at his side, who you still had no idea about. You had never seen her before, in all your escapades with shadowhunters, and it wasn’t exactly like they were a vast breed.

Whoever she was, it was news to you.

“Right, Y/N this is Clary” he shrugged, plopping down on the barstool across from where you were standing, filling up a glass of bourbon. You had no idea what was going on, or why you cared, but you smiled anyway.

Whatever this girl, Clary, was doing here, you were sure it had nothing to do with whatever it was you and Jace had been doing for the last few years.

She nodded in acknowledgment of you before turning her attention back to Jace, who hadn’t explained anything about this place to her before they showed up.

“What are we doing here?” she muttered, her words little more than a whisper in his direction which you caught easily due to your superhuman hearing. Usually, nothing of value happened here but usually, Jace wasn’t here.

Not like he was today.

“If anyone knows where those vamps are keeping Simon, it’s Y/N. Nothing happens in the downworld without her hearing about it” he shrugged, helping himself to the glass you’d poured, shooting a wink in your direction as he did so.

It was true.

This was a pretty popular hangout spot for all the vampires in the downworld, and as they drank, the more their conquests bubbled to the surface. It was hardly your fault if you paid attention.

“You're more than welcome to ask around, I haven’t heard that name in here before” you shrugged, filling your own glass from another tap, specifically for the vampires like you that frequented this place.

Alcohol didn’t do nearly as much for you as some good O negative did.

Clary nodded, heading off in the direction of where you’d gestured, clearly more determined to find her friend than Jace was. He didn’t seem to care all that much about anything at all.

...but at least that hadn’t changed.

“I had no idea you were seeing someone new” you hummed, not bothering to meet his eyes as you focused all your attention on the stout in front of you. Now that the two of you were alone, it was different.

There was nothing else for you to focus on, and at this point, anything would have been better than dealing with this.

After all, you had no right to be jealous.

You and Jace hadn’t been an item in a few years, and whatever he wanted to do, that was his business. You weren’t going to get involved, just like you should have done from the start.

It would be easier that way.

You didn’t want to deal with this any more than he did, but even with how awkward this was, Jace looked like he was having a great time. This was fun for him, because of course it was.

Everything was fun for Jace, because he always thought he was one step ahead of everyone else.

“I’m not necessarily seeing someone else” he shrugged, taking a long, heavy sip of the glass you’d put in front of him before moving on to anything else behind the bar that would be easier to deal with than him, your jaw tight.

You were avoiding him.

...And frankly, he couldn’t blame you.

The two of you’d had a long, sorted history, and this was hardly the first time you’d seen something like this from him. Really, he was surprised you even cared at all because of how commonplace it was.

It was just the kind of person he was.

Still, he hadn’t brought her here to hurt you. He needed your help, because if anyone knew what to do about their little vampire problem, it was you.

“Besides, this isn’t about her” he sighed, standing from the barstool he’d set himself down on when he arrived to try and get your attention. You were angry with him, and he couldn’t blame you for that, but he couldn’t avoid this.

It was important.

“I don’t think she knows that” you countered, pouring another shot for yourself which you downed casually before finally meeting his burning gaze. Whatever it was that he wanted, you both knew that you would help.

Because of the two of you, Jace was the selfish one. He did what he wanted without thinking about the consequences but you had never been like that.

Even now, he was sure that he could come here after months of not seeing you and ask a huge favor, and you wouldn’t hesitate to do as he asked. It was just the way you were and nothing was going to change that.

It was just who you were, and while he should have probably felt bad about knowing that and never trying to change it, there were too many other things he had to deal with.

Besides, if he was going to be a good boyfriend, he should have been that when you two were actually dating.

Worrying about it now wasn’t going to do either of you any good.

“Would you stop worrying about Clary for a second? We have things to do” he scoffed, snapping at you in a way that forced you to do as he said, if for nothing more than a second. You had no idea what was going on, but it was much more important than some new girl.

You just weren’t sure why yet.

“Simon’s at Hotel Dumort, I spoke to Raphael Santiago about him. Now would you get out of my bar” you sighed, desperately hoping that now that you’d given him what he wanted, he would go away.

Lying to them before hadn’t been your finest decision, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to do this anymore, not with him.  

The two of you had gone your separate ways for a reason, and you weren't really in the mood to rehash it all with him right now. It would be better for both of you if he just went away.

“I could, but I don’t really think you want that” Jace shrugged, that sly smirk on his face as he sat back down, still sure that this whole thing was just another game like you were so used to playing.

You didn’t get your feelings hurt.

That was what you always told him.

That you had lived too many lifetimes to ever get too attached to anything, or anyone. That you would be perfectly fine if he fell off the face of the earth one day and never came back. It would be so much easier that way, if you actually believed it.

You loved him.

Of course you did, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You and Jace had tried this whole thing and it didn’t work. You knew that if you gave it another shot, it would end just as badly as the first time.

It always went badly with the two of you.

“I really do, you shouldn't have come here” you allowed, taking his glass from the counter and setting it behind the bar before going for the backroom. You had no idea what was happening with you right now, or why you felt like this, but it didn’t really matter.

All you could think about in this second was getting away from him.

Not that Jace was going to let that happen.

Clearly, he had pushed you too far and this wasn’t the lighthearted tormenting you two usually got up to. You were upset, which was new for him because you were normally so hard to rattle.

He’d never gotten such a rise out of you before.

“Hey, hold on. Where are you going?” he asked, shooting Clary one last glance before following you.

The action caught the attention of several of the patrons he passed, but not one of them moved to interfere. After all your years of running this place, they knew well that you could handle yourself.

Even against a shadowhunter.

“Go help Clary find her friend, Jace. I’ll be here” you shrugged, bearing down on your teeth as you tried your best to shut down all the emotion bubbling up inside you. You didn’t want to feel it, didn’t want to care, and that wasn’t going to change.

Jace wasn’t yours anymore.

It was true.

You were always going to be here, and he knew that.

That was why it didn’t matter if months passed by before he came back or if he brought beautiful girls with him to meet you. No matter what he did, you were always going to be waiting for him and maybe that was the problem.

Maybe that was why you hadn’t worked in the first place. You were too available, too happy to help him when Jace was only concerned about himself.

“Will you?”

It was rich, especially coming from him. Acting as if you hadn't been there for him whenever he needed you even after you should have turned your back on him.

Of the two of you, he shouldn't have been the one worried about being alone.

“I get it. Vampires don’t have feelings right? We’re just monsters, and you kill monsters. I was an idiot to think that would ever change” you sighed, doing your best to ignore the anger bubbling up in your belly.

You just felt like such an idiot.

How could he have actually thought this whole thing was going to be a good idea? After all this time, it was almost as if he didn’t know you at all.

“I loved you, more than anything” he tried, not understanding how you’d managed to go from what you’d been like fifteen minutes ago to this. Fighting wasn’t new for the two of you, but this was.

Something about this was different.

This wasn’t fighting for the sake of it, knowing that you would find a way to make up when it was all over. It actually felt like you didn’t think he cared about you, which couldn't have been farther from the truth.

When you two were together, he’d never once doubted the way he felt for you. Though, you weren’t sure that you could be so convinced, because whether he believed it or not, you knew Jace better than he knew himself.

“I wish I could believe that”