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alwaysbewoke · 5 months

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NINE HOLOCAUST SURVIVORS COMPARE ZIONIST POLICIES TO THOSE OF THE NAZIS

“Sometime after [1956] I heard a news item about Israelis herding Palestinians into settlement camps. I just could not believe this. Weren’t the Israelis also Jews? Hadn’t we – they – just survived the greatest pogrom of our history? Weren’t [concentration] camps – often euphemistically called ‘settlement camps’ by the Nazis – the main feature of this pogrom? How could Jews in any measure do unto others what had been done to them? How could these Israeli Jews oppress and imprison other people? In my romantic imagination, the Jews in Israel were socialists and people who knew right from wrong. This was clearly incorrect. I felt let down, as if I was being robbed of a part of what I had thought was my heritage. …

I have to say to the Israeli government, which claims to speak in the name of all Jews, that it is not speaking in my name. I will not remain silent in the face of the attempted annihilation of the Palestinians; the sale of arms to repressive regimes around the world; the attempt to stifle criticism of Israel in the media worldwide; or the twisting of the knife labelled ‘guilt’ in order to gain economic concessions from Western countries. Of course, Israel’s geo-political position has a greater bearing on this, at the moment. I will not allow the confounding of the terms ‘anti-Semitic’ and ‘anti-Zionist’ to go unchallenged.”

Dr. Marika Sherwood, ‘How I became an anti-Israel Jew’, Middle East Monitor, 7/3/18. Marika Sherwood is a survivor of the Budapest ghetto.

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“Israel, in order to survive, has to renounce the wish for domination and then it will be a much better place for Jews also. The immediate analogy which a lot of people are making in Israel is Germany. Not only the Germany of Hitler and the Nazis but even the former German Empire wanted to dominate Europe. What happened in Japan after the attack on China is that they wanted to dominate a huge area of Asia. When Germany and Japan renounced the wish for domination, they became much nicer societies for the Japanese and Germans themselves. In addition to all the Arab considerations, I would like to see Israel, by renouncing the desire for domination, including domination of the Palestinians, become a much nicer place for Israelis to live.”

Dr. Israel Shahak, Middle East Policy Journal, Summer 1989, no.29. Israel Shahak was a survivor of the Warsaw ghetto and Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.

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“I am pained by the parallels I observe between my experiences in Germany prior to 1939 and those suffered by Palestinians today. I cannot help but hear echoes of the Nazi mythos of ‘blood and soil’ in the rhetoric of settler fundamentalism which claims a sacred right to all the lands of biblical Judea and Samaria. The various forms of collective punishment visited upon the Palestinian people – coerced ghettoization behind a ‘security wall’; the bulldozing of homes and destruction of fields; the bombing of schools, mosques, and government buildings; an economic blockade that deprives people of the water, food, medicine, education and the basic necessities for dignified survival – force me to recall the deprivations and humiliations that I experienced in my youth. This century-long process of oppression means unimaginable suffering for Palestinians.”

Dr. Hajo Meyer, ‘An Ethical Tradition Betrayed’, Huffington Post, 27/1/10. Hajo Meyer was a survivor of Auschwitz.

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“As a Jewish youngster growing up in Budapest, an infant survivor of the Nazi genocide, I was for years haunted by a question resounding in my brain with such force that sometimes my head would spin: ‘How was it possible? How could the world have let such horrors happen?’

It was a naïve question, that of a child. I know better now: such is reality. Whether in Vietnam or Rwanda or Syria, humanity stands by either complicitly or unconsciously or helplessly, as it always does. In Gaza today we find ways of justifying the bombing of hospitals, the annihilation of families at dinner, the killing of pre-adolescents playing soccer on a beach. …

There is no understanding Gaza out of context – Hamas rockets or unjustifiable terrorist attacks on civilians – and that context is the longest ongoing ethnic cleansing operation in the recent and present centuries, the ongoing attempt to destroy Palestinian nationhood.

The Palestinians use tunnels? So did my heroes, the poorly armed fighters of the Warsaw Ghetto. Unlike Israel, Palestinians lack Apache helicopters, guided drones, jet fighters with bombs, laser-guided artillery. Out of impotent defiance, they fire inept rockets, causing terror for innocent Israelis but rarely physical harm. With such a gross imbalance of power, there is no equivalence of culpability. …

And what shall we do, we ordinary people? I pray we can listen to our hearts. My heart tells me that ‘never again’ is not a tribal slogan, that the murder of my grandparents in Auschwitz does not justify the ongoing dispossession of Palestinians, that justice, truth, peace are not tribal prerogatives. That Israel’s ‘right to defend itself,’ unarguable in principle, does not validate mass killing.

Dr. Gabor Mate, ‘Beautiful Dream of Israel has become a Nightmare’, Toronto Star, 22/7/14. Gabor Mate is a survivor of the Budapest ghetto.

#israel #gaza #gaza strip #palestine #free palestine #anti-semitic #islamophobia #zionism

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aroacewolfic · 2 months

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ngl I watched the Mortal Instruments movie before I read the books so when I read the tmi books I was imagining Jace as Jamie Campbell Bower but I watched the show just before I read the dark artifices so when I was reading tda I was imagining Jace as dominic sherwood so sometimes I'm like omg that's so cool its almost as if in my head Dominic is that adult version and Jamie is the teen version and it's cool how it happened automatically and then other times I'm like how the actual fuck did I manage that.

#jace herondale #jamie campbell bower #dominic sherwood #the mortal instruments #tmi #the dark artifices #tda #shadowhunters #how tf does my mind work this way

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liviusofpella · 1 year

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Who are your face claims for Xander, Cal and Nik? If you have any that is 👀

I treat face claims with a grain of salt, sometimes they're helpful but they're not exactly set in stone. I think it's the fandom's canon that Nik's fc is Dominic Sherwood and Cal's Chai Hansen and I tend to picture them like that as well. Xander's face claim, though, totally unexpectedly and accidentally I may add, became Douglas Booth, but I'm not sure what I think of that yet 😂😂 perhaps some of his features, yes, but altogether i imagined him differently

#ask #oc: xander cadoret #cal lowell #nik ryder

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anewgeneration-rp · 2 years

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+2 Wanted Connections have been Added!

{ SIRI THORSDOTTIR } OUR {SOPHIE THATCHER} IS LOOKING FOR THEIR {SIBLINGS - CHILDREN OF THOR, THOR & JANE, THOR & SIF, THOR & ANYONE}, A {UP TO PLAYER} YEAR IN THE {UP TO PLAYER COURSE}. SOME RECOMMENDED FACE CLAIMS ARE {JESSIE MEI LI, JOSEFINE FRIDA PETTERSEN, ANGUS CLOUD, EVAN MOCK, ARAMIS KNIGHT / UP TO PLAYER}. THEY REQUEST THAT YOU {DO NOT} MESSAGE THEM BEFORE APPLYING! {EXTRA INFORMATION: i just think … thor could have a bunch of kids. not an excessive amount, but a nice little team of mini gods. (: i like to think that there’s no bad blood between them and they’re cute siblings but who knows! drama is fun! and how would they feel about siri wielding mjolnir :eye emoji: there’s lots of possibilities, can be thor & a nobody – or canons like jane, brunnhilde, sif, lorelei, etc etc. }

{ MARCH HARE } OUR {JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER} IS LOOKING FOR THEIR {YOUNGER SIBLING}, A {FOURTH} YEAR IN THE {UTP}. SOME RECOMMENDED FACE CLAIMS ARE {TOBY REGBO, HALSTON SAGE, DOMINIC SHERWOOD, ELIZABETH LAIL, UTP}. THEY REQUEST THAT YOU {DO} MESSAGE THEM BEFORE APPLYING! {March was abducted as a child by Jerves Tetch and driven insane by him. While March is his trueborn name ‘Hare’ is not, and his sibling would have their actual surname (to which March is unable to acknowledge). I imagine his sibling was inspired into heroism due to March’s abduction at such an early age.

#appless rp #next gen rp #marvel rp #dc rp #superhero rp #college rp #active rp #oc rp

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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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.

#christian ozera #christian ozera imagine #christian ozera x reader #Dominic Sherwood #dominic sherwood imagine #dominic sherwood x reader #vampire academy #vampire academy imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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celebrity-meme · 6 years

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Imagine you are in a relationship with Dominic Sherwood and best friends with Matthew Daddarios family.

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shadowhuntersimagines · 7 years

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Training

A/N: I can not believe it has been this long. But yeah i’ll try again now, i felt much better writing now, and it comes to me more easily, so have your fingers crossed it will be like this for a while! Love you. Words: 775

You swung your blade at Jace, which he easily blocked. He had a grin on his face, as he mouthed “Little girl blade”. Jace’s blade was much longer and a lot heavier than the one you were training with. You felt the need to swing extra hard, as he again blocked and took a step closer to you. He swung the blade above you head, as you quickly ducked it. The only sound in the room, was the two blades hitting each other. You could feel Imogen’s eyes on your back, and you felt very nervous, being watched like that.

Jace was good at distracting you from Imogen, with his tank top and huge biceps covered in a very thin layer of sweat. The way his hair fell into his eyes after constantly giving you a fight. The way he so easily swung his blade above his head, or behind his back. “Think if she ever smiled, her face would crack?” Jace voice mixing in with the ringing sound of the blade, sand broke you from your thoughts. You took several steps back, to get away from Imogen, Jace following you, with his pretty grin. “Don’t be so hard on her. Can’t be easy being a Herondale.” Jace took the first swing at you, not letting you get your breath. “Oh, yeah. You know, it must be tough being like Shadowhunter royalty.” The sarcasm almost shined out of Jace as he spoke. “All that power, prestige.” You took a big blow at him, but Jace hit your blade with a downwards motion, and your blade got stuck between the ground and his blade. “She probably got her heart broken from a guy like you, and became a stone cold bitch, to keep everybody on distance.” Jace lifted his eyebrow at your comment. “I doubt it.” He quickly lifted his blade and kicked yours away. “From a guy like me, you say?” He swung his blade around a bit, as you went to pick up your blade again. Jace suddenly stood in front of you, very closely. “Haven’t broken your heart yet, and I do not have any plans on breaking it.” You looked into his eyes, as he sent you his smile. “I like that plan.” You leaned towards him, as Imogen’s voice suddenly interrupted the moment. “Stop the flirting, I say we are done, when we are done with the training.” Jace turned towards Imogen. “Did you not see me wining? She lost her blade. The training is done.” She lifted hesitant her eyebrow, awaiting you would start training again. You shrugged your shoulders, as you picked up your blade, and swung it against Jace. He blocked it with a sigh, as he wanted to be done. You rotated a few times to get some more power into your hits, but as always Jace would either block them or avoid them. Jace then took one big step towards you, smacking the blade out of your hand. You bent down to pick it up, as Jace beat you to it. With both blade in his hands, he let himself smack your ass right in front of Imogen. “Now we are done training, you royalty. You may leave the room, yes.” Imogen pursed her lips at Jace’s comment. She narrowed her eyes into a killer look, but without a word she turned around and left the room. Jace laid the blades on the ground and turned towards you. You stood with your hand on your ass. He sent you an apologizing smile. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it when your ass looked that good.” Jace stood in front of you, and without any warning he smashed his lips against yours. Jace’s hands wandering down your back, over your ass, and grabbing your thighs to lift you up. Your hands suddenly went from his neck to his hair. You pulled away to get air. “That was so hot, Jace.” Jace started kissing you again, a bit of movement and your back was against the wall. You hissed a bit in surprise, as Jace started to kiss your neck. “Not here, not here Jace. What if someone comes in?” Jace stopped for a moment to look at you, as smile appeared on his face. He let you down from him and the wall. “What did you think I was going to do?” You felt totally embarrassed the second the words left his mouth, of course he wasn’t going to let anything happen in here. He started to laugh quietly, as he pulled you close again “Urgh just kiss me again, you heartbreaker.” You muttered smiling into the kiss.

#Dominic Sherwood #dominic sherwood imagine #Jace Wayland #Jace Herondale #jace wayland imagine #jace herondale imagine #shadowhunters #shadowhunter imagine #shadowhunters imagine

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criisshy · 7 years

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Jace Wayland/Herondale when...

Jace when he sees you after thinking you were dead.

Your teammates left you by yourself because they thought you couldn’t make it through a demon bite.

You went to Magnus’ apartament because you thought he could help you heal and it was nearest than the Intitute. You tried to make the iratze work but for some reason it didn’t. You stayed at his for days trying to recover till being 100% fine.

Once your neck wound was totally healed you went back to the Institute. Every person you encountered looked at you strangely but amazed at the same time with admiration, even with your clothes covered in blood they smiled at you.

You stepped out of Jace and yours room. You entered you saw your boyfriend sitting on the end of the bed. His hands were covering his face. You cold hear sobs coming from him, also you could hear him whispering something you couldn’t understand.

You came close to him “Izzy I told you I was fine” he said angrily, his hands still on his face.

“You don’t seem like you are” I whispered. When he listened to my voice inmediately looked at me.

“Y/N? Oh my god, Are you actually here or my mind is playing with me?” he said with a smile but fresh tears on his cheeks.

“I’m here” I said once he hugged me tight.

“They told me you were dead” He whispered out of breath.

“I’m not, I’m here. I will always be here with you” I whispered stroking his head.

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justimagaine · 7 years

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Dominic Sherwood

Dominic and you hadn’t seen each other for a while. He was very busy filming his tv show, most of the time when he got homes Dominic is so tired there is no time to see each other. You’ve seen how he walks in the house falls on the bed and is asleep before his head hits the pillow. You felt so bad for him you let him have his time, but slowly you felt how much you missed him. Dominic would call you saying how much he wanted to see you, but every time plans were made you knew he would be too tired to fulfill them. But you didn’t get mad at him, Dominic already felt bed every time he had to cancel.

Since he had been so busy you wanted to do something nice for him. You called Harry ,who had became a good friends of yours since meeting him, and got him to sign you up for a visit on set yet not kept Dominic know or anyone else who could tell him. The plan was to surprise him for lunch. You cooked him a meal, that you knew Dominic would love, got him a small present and where on your way to the set. Harry had texted you the plan for the day so you knew exactly what time you should show up. Harry had also sent you a small video where Dominic was complaining about not being able to be with you. Seeing it made you more excited while driving to surprise him.

“Go right in” said the security guard when you drove up opening your window, he already knew who you were making you feel very VIP. You thanked the man and drove ahead. Thanks to Harry you were able to walk to Dominics dressing room without anyone seeing you. Dominic was already in the room and just when you were about to open the door and surprise him, your phone rang. With panicking hands you reached in your pocked pulling it out, just then the door opened and Dominic stood in front of you very shocked.

“Surprise” you smiled at him right before Dominic pulled you in for a kiss.

“This is the best surprise ever.” he said after the kiss, you walked in the room. Dominic couldn’t stop hugging and kissing you.

“I brought you something” you started to pull out all the prepared foods and small gifts and he once again couldn’t stop smiling.

“You made all of this for me?” Dominic was nibbling on one of the dishes. “You truly are the best girlfriend” you felt so happy to see him and be able to make him smile so big. When you finished putting everything on the table, looking back to Dom, his smile was gone. He now looked sad,

“What happened? A moment ago you were happy” he shook his head walking to the couch and sat down. His shoulders dropped and his eyes looked heavy. Dominic had always been a very happy person so seeing him like this made you worried. With slow steps you walked up to him and sat down rubbing his back. “Dom?”

“I’m a horrible boyfriend” those words were like a knife in your heart. To you he was amazing. Since day one he had made you feel beautiful and very loved. Never have you ever thought or said the words he just let out his mouth.

“That’s not true and don’t ever say that again” he shook his head obviously not agreeing with you.

“It’s true. I should be doing all this for you” he pointed to everything you had placed on the table. “I haven’t seen you in what feels like forever. I’ve canceled on every plane we made, I’m horrible” he was filled with rage, and it all was towards himself. It looked like he could put a hole in the wall for all the anger he was feeling. “I’m surprised you haven’t broken up with me for not being with you this long” Dominic kept walking from one side of the room to the other. Standing up and stopping in front of him you finally got him to stop from walking.

“Dominic, I love you. Yes I’ve missed out dinner dates and spending some alone time, but Dom this is your job. You love it and since I love you I don’t mind you working. I’m proud of you, incredibly proud.” you stroked his cheek and smiled. Dominic leaned into your touch. He kissed your palms enjoying you being so close “you’ve made me so happy. Thanks to you I’m following my own dream and that’s because you inspire me. To me you’re to most amazing boyfriend anyone could have. I’m lucky to have you” Dominic placed his hands in your waist slightly pulling you closer to him. Your lips were now inches away, Dominic spoke making his lips gently brush against yours

“I love you” you closed the gap in a kiss that was long over due. It was urgent at first but slowly turned fully passionate. Dominic held you close to him, close enough for you to feel his heart beat.

Rest of the day you stayed with Dominic. He watched him film and admired his talent. You didn’t know you were going to enjoy watching someone do their job as much as as you liked watching Dom. He was a remarkable man who you loved more each day.

#Dominic Sherwood #Imagine #Dominic Sherwood Imagine

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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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.

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missyoumaybank · 7 years

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Married to Dominic Sherwood includes

-Owning 3 dogs and naming them after characters on the show -babe do we really have to call them- “. “Shush young one or ill get rid of all the Yorkshire tea”. - him being an example of all British stereotypes -“dom, put down your pinky.” “ I cANNOT HELP IT” -going to England at Christmas with him and visiting his family -bringing home at least 3 frozen packs of Yorkshire puddings -“babe what are you doing with those?” “Well I’m ah bringing them for you?? YOULL GET HOMEFOODSICK” - FaceTime when he’s away filming for shadowhunters. -“we finished filming for season finale so I’ll be home- “ “OMG Y/N HEY!!!!” “HEY KAT MY WIFE” -Instagram appreciation posts -visiting him on set -sex everywhere -on the counter, the floor, shower, even on a plane - him appreciating you - helping you through hard times when your not in the right state of mind - playing “he/she” game at your wedding - random dirty questions -“who’s most likely to ask for sex first?” *both raising their paddles with “he”* - getting jealous when other girls flirt with him - make out sessions all the time -grabbing your ass in public -being bestfriends with the cast -being there for one another - announcing pregnancy in a cute way to him -“y/n I don’t get this shirt your wearing? Why does it have a pic of a baby and a loading symbol- WAIT I GET IT YOUR PREGNANT WHAT” -drinking games all the time with the cast - making funny comments at each other - being the sarcastic couple -being his one and only. -being afraid to lose him

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multifandomimagines · 3 years

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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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Fake Tweet : You’re in a relationship with Dominic Sherwood.

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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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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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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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.

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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.

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