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starfirette · 2 years

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All Mine

⭐️reposting this because it didn't show up in the tags

⭐️ Jace Herondale x Fem! Brightlaw Reader

⭐️masterlist | here are your warnings: 17+ + PiV + fluffy smut + marking and possessive-ness + birth control runes

⭐️book/movie Jace??? Idk. I imagine movie Jace as Jace when I'm reading, which I'm doing rn, I'm rereading city of bones. I'm going to post the next three chapters of EWW to my ao3 this weekend, and maybe I'll get a good update out! Like a real one. Thanks everyone for being patient and bearing with me being a totally emotional spaz

Jace's room was usually clean. The immaculate space could only be described as that of belonging to a monk or a pastor, or any man who lived in quiet humbility. Typically the place was spotless: routinely dusted and the hardwood floors always swept--perhaps that was a trait he had picked up from Mayrse...she was a rather strong advocate for the neat freak movement, so perhaps something about being raised by her in his later years of childhood had rubbed off.

His stack of piano music books, and a few other personal belongings, tended to be neatly set on his dresser, the one with the huge mirror (the same one he probably spent forty minutes gazing into every morning).

But now the room was trashed. It had everything to do with the way Jace had dragged you around it. He'd tossed you on every possible surface and possessed your body. Books spilled across the edge as your hands buckled to find something to grip onto as Jace hoisted his hips hard against yours, filling you up with this long cock.

By now, it had been hours, and you were both on the bed.

His thumbs pressed hard into the flesh of your ass as he guided your hips back and forth, shushing you as he grinned like a fallen Angel.

"You like this cock, baby?" Jace asked, his curly golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. The flushed features of his sharp cheekbones and the flickering golden hue fading in and out of his crisp blue eyes reminded you of his angelic heritage.

"Come on, angel, answer me," Jace hissed as he tipped your face up. His long fingers pressed beneath your chin, and his eyes glittered gold with brief hunger as he examined the splotchy marks he'd littered on your throat.

"I do like it," you stammered out, still trying to hump his hips as fast and hard as you could. His cock was angled just right so it rubbed the spongy spot inside of you. Your clit was erect and pounding with rushing blood, beating fast like another pulse in your body.

"I like it, I like it," you whined, sounding pathetic and not at all like a Shadowhunter. What would your parabatai say if they knew just how cockdumb you'd become, and for Jace Herondale of all people. He easily was the most arrogant of all Shadowhunters.

"Yeah, I know you like it," Jace chuckled as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hands, the cool metal of his family rings, both the Wayland and the Herondale sigils passing over your flushed face. The coldness of the rings eased the sweat as Jace maneuvered his thumb to tickle your clitoris just lightly. It made your vision blur and you couldn't help but cry out.

"You own this cock, don't you?" Jace purred as he lazed back, his voice deep with pleasure as you cried in rumbling ecstasy. Your body was trembling all over and Jace caught you as you pushed forward, slumping over as you gave up on using your own hips to hump his dick.

Jace wrapped his arms around you. He had gotten bulkier, more muscular, since the last battle in Alicante against Jonathan's army; he'd found temporary peace in his excercising with Alec, as well as his clear mind. Heavenly Fire flooded his veins, making the apples of his cheeks rosy with rush and fever.

You groaned into the crook of Jace's neck as he held you together. Without his arms you might very well fall apart; come completely undone as Jace split you in half, releasing your shadowy soul and laying it to rest in the City of Bones.

"Daughter of The Brightlaws" your slated tombstone would read. "Killed by a Herondale cock."

Well, it'd be an interesting sight.

Jace's hips and thighs smacked up as he leaned back into the headboard of the large, Institute bed. He cradled you in his arms and softly groaned as he fucked into you. Your teeth sank over the Star shaped mark on his shoulder as his skin wettly slapped into yours.

"Gotta suck something to keep quiet?" Jace chuckled as your lips suckled onto the mark. "That's fucking hot. That's right, suck. Like it's my cock, okay?"

Your lips cramped as tears dropped down your cheeks. Your upteenth orgasm was stirring inside of you, churning like cream into sugar. It was a sweeter feeling than any cake batter or cookie dough; a stronger and hotter feeling than any fine whiskey or vodka you'd ever tasted.

Jace hissed as your teeth nipped his collar bone. The skin was blotched red and purple and it stained the Star mark on his shoulder.

You shuddered violently as cum spilled outside of you. It was leaking down your thighs, coating Jace's pelvis; it was a salty mix of the both of you: it was the last of the Herondales and Brightlaws, and it was being wasted on sloppy, sloppy sex; what would the consul say? How would the Clave react if they knew your left shoulder blade was coated with a birth control rune, courtesy of Clary Fairchild.

The sound of Jace's cock plunging in and out through the sticky flood of semen was erotic on its own. It lubricated your pounding clit so that even the lightest touch made you flinch in the best of ways.

"Cum on it again, okay, Angel? I can't get enough of the feeling. Aw, baby, don't cry," Jace chuckled as he used a thumb to wipe away the tears that settled on your cheeks. "I'm going to take such good care of you. Don't you know how much I love you?"

The creaking of the bed crescendoed into a slamming against the walls. No doubt the other residents were hearing all of this, and no doubt would they guffaw and joke about it during breakfast the next day.

"I love you," Jace said, his voice breathless as he held your hips down firmly. His cock was twitching and pounding as it hammered inside of you. His thighs were thick and full with muscle as they flexed to keep himself from collapsing into the mattress. His entire body burned with tire but he couldn't stop. He needed one more, one more burst of ecstasy with you. "I will love you until I die. And if there's a life after that? I'll love you then. Can't let my Angel be all alone...need to keep her company."

Your jaw went slack as drool dripped from your lips, sticking to the Herondale star as you emitted mindless sounds into his golden skin. "I love you, Jace," you said between hiccuping moans.

"And my cock?"

You couldn't help but laugh between the thrusts. "Even your cock, baby."

Jace firmly smacked you on the ass as he made a little noise of praise. "That's right. You love it. You love it, you own it; you milk it so good. Your wet pussy hugs me just right. Raziel made you for me."

His blue eyes flared with golden flame; the heavenly fire was forcing its way out of hiding, making his hands warm as the groped across your body. "You're all mine."

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soulofapatrick · 1 month

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Lost and Found - Jace Herondale x female reader

Summary: You find out you're pregnant after what you thought was a one night stand

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: hurt/comfort

Notes: This was meant to be part of a series of them finding out you're pregnant but it works as a stand alone

Y/N's POV

The clang of seraph blades echoes through the training room as Jace and Clary engage in an intense sparring session. Their movements are fluid, synchronised, a testament to their years of training together. I just watch from the sidelines, a knot of guilt and fear tightening in my chest with each clash of Stella.

Clary’s fiery red hair trails behind her as she darts across the training room, her emerald eyes ablaze with determination. She’s a whirlwind of energy and passion, her slender frame moving with a fluidity that belies her strength. Despite the intensity of their training, their’s a playful glint in her eyes as she flirts shamelessly with Jace, her words carrying a hint of mischief.

“Come on Jace, you’re not going easy on me, are you?” She teases, a sly grin playing at the corners of her lips as she parries his attacks with ease.

As Jace's golden hair catches the harsh light of the training room, his smirk seems to glow, accentuating the lines of his chiseled features. His azure eyes, filled with amusement, lock onto Clary's with an intensity that sends a pang of jealousy coursing through me. Each fluid movement he makes is like a knife twisting in my chest, reminding me of what I can never have.

“You know me, Clary," he replies, his voice laced with amusement. "I never go easy on anyone, especially not you.”

Clary, with her fiery red hair framing her determined expression, flirts shamelessly with Jace even more, her laughter ringing out like a melody that I can't bear to hear. It's as if they exist in a world of their own, where I'm nothing more than a distant observer, a ghost haunting the edges of their happiness.

The pain of watching them together is like a weight pressing down on my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs until I can barely breathe. Knowing that I carry a child — a child that probably isn’t wanted by the man I love— only adds to the suffocating sense of despair that threatens to consume me.

I have to sit there, head in my hands, as the realisation sinks in: I’m trapped in a situation that has no happy ending. I'm carrying a child that will never know the love of its father, condemned to a life of loneliness and uncertainty. And as I watch Jace and Clary spar, their laughter echoing off the walls of the training room, I can't help but feel like a pawn in a cruel game, destined to lose no matter which way I turn.

Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes as I struggle to come to terms with the harsh reality of my situation. I want to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all, but instead, I sit there in silence, the weight of my despair bearing down on me like a heavy burden that I can never hope to shake.

As tears continue to blur my vision, a gentle but familiar hand lands on my shoulder, its touch a lifeline in the sea of darkness that threatens to engulf me. Startled, I glance up and find Jace crouching in front of me, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of something else—something that sends a flutter through my chest.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of chaos, “What’s going on?”

I swallow hard, struggling to find the words to express the turmoil raging inside me. But Jace’s presence is like a beacon of light in the darkness, urging me to open up and share my burden.

“I…” My voice breaks, and I shake my head, unable to form the words that threaten to spill from my lips. I can't ruin this for them—not when Clary stands nearby, her empathetic gaze silently urging me to speak. But Jace's touch on my cheek is gentle yet insistent, his warm palm cupping my face, forcing me to meet his gaze once more.

A choked sound escapes my lips, and I let my head fall forward, my forehead pressing against Jace’s His breath catches in his throat, but instead of pulling away or getting angry, he waits, his arms a silent invitation for me to share my burden.

And so, with a trembling breath, I whisper the truth—the truth that I’ve been hiding for almost three weeks now, expecting the worst but hoping for the best, “I’m pregnant Jace.” And to my surprise, Jace doesn’t pull away or recoil in anger. Instead, he pulls me from the chair and into his strong, safe arms holding me against his chest as if he never wants to let me go.

I bury my face in his chest, my tears soaking the fabric of already his sweat-stained shirt, but I could’t care less about the mess of sweat and grime clinging to his skin. All that matters is that he’s here, holding me close, offering me the comfort and support I so desperately need.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, my voice muffled against his chest, “I didn’t mean to ruin everything for you and Clary. I know you don’t want a kid.”

But Jace’s response is not what I anticipated. With surprising gentleness, he hooks a finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. Pain flickers behind his heterochromatic eyes, mirroring the turmoil in my own heart.

“Hey,” He murmurs, his voice tinged with sadness, “Clary and I… we’re just friends now. Things have changed between us.” His words strike me like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the fog of my despair. I search his eyes for any hint of deception or regret, but all I find is sincerity and unwavering determination, “Just because we didn’t plan this,” He continues, his voice steady despite the raw emotion simmering beneath the surface, “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be a part of this child’s life. I may not ave expected it, but that doesn’t change how I feel.”

Tears blur my vision as his words wash over me, a wave of relief and gratitude flooding my senses. In that moment, I realise that maybe—just maybe—there's hope for us yet. Hope for me, for him, and for the little life growing within me.

Then, Jace surprises me even more, drawing my face up to his so he can ghost a kiss over my lips. My breath catches in my throat, a gasp escaping me at the unexpected touch of his lips against mine. It's tender, fleeting, but it sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins, igniting a fire that burns brighter than any fear or doubt.

Before I can even register what's happening, my hands find his hair, pulling him closer as I deepen the kiss with a hunger born of longing and desperation. His lips meet mine with equal fervour, a silent affirmation of the emotions that swirl between us—a whirlwind of passion, love, and unspoken promises.

And then, just when I think my heart couldn't possibly beat any faster, I feel his hand—solid and warm—resting on my currently still flat belly. It's a silent promise, a gesture of love and commitment that takes my breath away.

Just when I think my heart couldn't possibly beat any faster, I feel his hand—solid and warm—resting on my currently still flat belly. It's a silent promise, a gesture of love and commitment that takes my breath away, filling me with a sense of wonder and awe at the life growing within me. But, before we can lose ourselves completely in the moment, a clearing of the throat interrupts us. We look up to see Alec standing there, his eyebrows raised in silent inquiry as he gazes down at us.

Reality comes crashing back, and I suddenly remember where we are—the bustling training room filled with Shadowhunters going about their duties, oblivious to the personal drama unfolding before them. Heat floods my cheeks as I pull away from Jace, my hands falling away from his hair as I straighten up, attempting to compose myself.

"Uh, hi Alec," I stammer, my voice sounding small and unsure in the sudden awkwardness of the situation.

Alec's expression softens as he takes in our flushed faces and tangled limbs, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Hey, guys," he says, his tone light but tinged with amusement. "Everything okay here?”

I nod, my cheeks still burning with embarrassment. "Yeah, we're fine," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "We were just…talking."

Alec's lips twitch in a faint smile, but he doesn't press us for details. Instead, he nods in understanding. “Seemed a lot more than talking,” he says with a smirk before turning to leave.

As he disappears back down the hallways probably to his office, I let out a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation wash over me. "We should go to the infirmary," I murmur, turning to Jace with a hesitant smile. "Just to make sure everything's okay before we tell everyone.”

Jace nods, his expression filled with determination and love. "Of course," he says, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "Let's go make sure our little one is doing alright.”

And with that, we link hands and make our way out of the training room, ready to face whatever challenges may lie ahead, together.

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shadowhunters-reprise · 9 months

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Imagine

Raphael taking a liking towards you

(Raphael x fem!reader)

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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Smut bingo (Closed)

I’m finally re-opening my inbox for smut request I took a break for a while so I’m trying to get back into it. please check my Guidelines & who i write for before sending a request. You are allowed to combine slots (Maximum 3 per fic)

(Please keep in mind that all characters are aged up)

Crossed out= Taken

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Leash+ Merfolk+ Cock warming Sidon x Female!Reader

Praise kink Jack howl x Female!Reader

Lingerie Rosa diaz x Female!Reader

Vibrator Jade leech x Female!Reader

Lipstick Vil schoenheit x Female!Reader

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Threesome + Strap on Loid x Female!Reader x Yor

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parkerslatte · 5 months

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Below The Stars

Christopher Lightwood x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none

Summary: Christopher has been acting strangely for the past few months and the rest of the Merry Thieves want to find out why.

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The sun was setting and Christopher immediately shot to his feet, surprising his friends around him. The small black book he always carried around with him fell to the floor and the Lightwood made no move to pick it up. Thomas, who was sitting beside Christopher, raised his eyebrows at his cousin.

“Where are you off to?” Thomas questioned as Christopher shrugged on his tattered jacket, stains from his many experiments still visible in the dim light of the room.

“I promised my mother I would help with something,” Christopher so obviously lied. It was rare for the Lightwood boy to lie but he didn’t want anyone to know where he was going. “I shall see you all tomorrow.”

Christopher left the room rather quickly after that, leaving Thomas, James and Matthew in stunned silence.

“He was clearly lying, wasn’t he?” Matthew spoke, eyes glancing down to the notebook that never left Christopher’s side.

“Clearly,” James replied. “He never leaves this lying around.”

Thomas shrugged. “If he didn’t want to tell us, then we should stay out–”

“Thomas, don’t tell me that we should stay out of this,” Matthew cut him off. “You want to know what is going on with him just as much as I do. All three of us have clearly noticed a shift in his behaviour.”

“But we still shouldn’t pry,” Thomas reasoned with the blonde.

“But don’t you want to know how he has been spending his time? He always leaves late in the day and the following morning he looks exhausted.” Matthew suddenly gasped. “What if he is seeing someone?”

James looked at Matthew, a hint of amusement on his face. “You like to jump to conclusions, Math.”

“Think about it,” Matthew began, “he always leaves us with some obvious excuse. Whenever you two bring up your relationships, Christopher has that small smile on his face that indicates that he is clearly thinking about someone!”

“Matthew, we can’t know for certain,” Thomas reasoned.

“Then we find out,” The blonde said, rising to his feet. “Don’t you want to see who has captured the heart of our Kit.”

Thomas looked conflicted before rising to his feet. “This is a bad idea.”

Matthew smiled. “You are still agreeing.”

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

***

Christopher waited at the usual meeting point. The sun was set and the sky was dark. The stars were barely visible under the thick smog of the London air. He had already planned on a trip to the countryside to view the stars more clearly. There was a slight chill in the air and Christopher shivered, looking around the area. It was empty and void of any life. The only light shone from a flat above him, casting onto the cobblestone street below.

As Christopher shivered once more, two arms wrapped around him from behind and he smiled, immediately recognising the bracelet on the wrist. The person was cold yet Christopher only felt warmth as he gently caressed the soft skin of their hands.

“I missed you,” the person muttered, voice muffled by his jacket.

Christopher spun around to face the woman he had fallen in love with over the past few months. The smile was bright on his face as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body flush with his. “I missed you too.”

Y/N smiled and leaned up to press a soft kiss against his lips. Christopher responded by cupping her cheeks and kept her in the position, deepening the kiss. Y/N unwrapped her arms from around his torso to wrap around his neck, pressing her body even closer to his. She savoured his warmth.

It had only been three months since Christopher had met Y/N, and it was completely by chance. One night when he was walking back from James and Cordelia’s house after a dinner, he stumbled across Y/N injured in an alleyway. The burn on her arm was a very clear indicator to what she was. Y/N was only turned a year ago and before that she was simply a maid for a wealthy family but once the family had figured out what she was, they kicked her out of the house with nothing but the clothes on her back. Even though Y/N did heal faster than normal, the burn on her arm still needed to be attended to, so Christopher brought her back to his house and helped her out.

Only after that night would Christopher go out of his way to seek her out and Y/N did just the same thing, they both simply couldn’t stay away from one another. Christopher would show Y/N his experiments. And he even tried coming up with solutions to combine science and shadowhunter technology to create something that would mimic sunlight. However, despite his many conversations with Henry and his many failed experiments, Christopher still hadn’t found a way.

Y/N was the first to pull away from the kiss as she smiled up at Christopher. “Follow me.”

Christopher laced his fingers with hers and let himself be pulled along by Y/N. His heart fluttered every time she looked at him with that adoring look in her eyes that only he would witness. He never expected to fall in love but he enjoyed the feeling.

“It’s just through here,” Y/N said, leading him through a park.

Of course there was no one else here at this time of night, the only movement in the park was the shuffling of the squirrels and possibly other small creatures.

“Ta-da,” Y/N said as she presented a picnic blanket with a basket in the centre.

Christopher felt his heart beat increase as he looked down at the loving gesture. His arms were immediately around Y/N’s waist as he pulled her into a hug.

Y/N giggled. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Christopher replied. “Thank you.”

Y/N smiled at him as they both took a seat on the blanket. “There is a bakery that is open a long way into the night so I bought you your favourite food.”

Y/N reached into the basket and pulled out two lemon tarts and handed them over to Christopher. He took them gratefully and offered his thanks to Y/N.

Christopher shuffled on the blanket so he could pull Y/N to his side, wanting physical contact with her as they enjoyed the picnic in the moonlight. Y/N had a small mug of a thick liquid that Christopher already knew was blood. Y/N always tried to hide it whenever she fed in his presence but Christopher didn’t care in the slightest, he wanted her for her and he didn’t want her to hide herself from him.

As she drank, Christopher took note of the slightly saddened expression on her face as she stared down at the liquid in the mug. His arms tightened around her the smallest amount.

“I know that you would probably prefer this in the daylight where you could actually see everything,” Y/N began, her voice small. “But with my condition, this is the best I could do.”

Christopher’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t care about that, the only thing I care about is being here with you.”

“But don’t you want someone you can take walks in the sun with, bring to family dinners, have a normal life with,” Y/N said, insecurity lacing her tone.

“Where is this coming from?” Christopher asked.

Y/N shrugged. “I’ve just been thinking over the past few days that you will never be able to have a normal life with me. I can’t have children. I can’t eat or drink anything that isn’t the blood of an animal. I can’t walk in the sun. I am doomed to a lifetime of darkness and I don’t want to force you to join me in it.”

Christopher placed down the tart and took Y/N’s hands in his. “Y/N, I do not care about any of that. You are who I have fallen in love with. You are not forcing me to do anything I don’t wish to do. I want to stay awake all night to spend time with you, I don’t care what anyone says. I love you for you, every single part of you.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes as she flung herself at Christopher, sending them both down onto the blanket. “I love you too.” Christopher pressed a kiss to her forehead, fingers tangling in her hair.

“Sorry for being emotional,” Y/N mumbled. “It’s coming up to a year since I was turned.”

Christopher tightened his grip on her, the only form of comfort he knew she would need in that moment.

“I am just missing the sun a little more today,” Y/N confessed. “Even the stars would be nice to see.”

Christopher’s fingertips brushed across her arm as he spoke. “I have been planning a trip for us to take to the countryside. Out there you will see as many stars as you wish and we can get away, just the two of us. I have a carriage prepared with blackout curtains so we can travel during the day and have the whole night to explore.”

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I would love that.”

Christopher smiled as Y/N buried her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. “I was thinking of leaving in a few days' time.”

“We can leave whenever you wish,” Y/N replied, her lips brushing against his neck. “The sooner we leave, the sooner I get to spend every moment with you.”

“Then we will leave tomorrow,” Christopher said. “We can leave just before the sun rises.”

Y/N smiled. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

“I love you,” Christopher muttered against her forehead.

“I love you too, Christopher,” Y/N replied. “And thank you for everything you have done for me.”

“I will continue for as long as I shall live,” Christopher replied and pressed his lips against hers. This time, neither of them broke away for a while. They simply enjoyed being wrapped in each other's embrace.

***

Thomas, James and Matthew quietly left the park and headed for James’s house, each one shocked by what they had just witnessed.

Matthew stepped ahead of the Herondale and the Lightwood, a smirk toying on his lips. “I told you so.”

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shy-blue-blossom · 2 years

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Wedding Disaster

Jace Wayland/Alec Lightwood

The New York institute was busier than usual, and two people were watching everything go by and telling shadowhunters where to go and to put things, with Isabel leading everything. As they were talking, they didn't notice the woman of the hour making her way to them until she jumped on Jace's back. He stumbled but gained his balance, and the young woman got off his back and walked over to Alec. Once Alec had her in arms reach, he pulled her into his chest and kissed her forehead. When Jace saw his little sister, he just smiled.

"You might want to go and get ready, y/n before Isabel sees you." Jace told the h/c as she pulled out the hug to look at him.

"Alright, I'm going." She said as she kissed both of them on the cheek.

Jace had a big grin as he watched his little sister go. Jace, the grin never faded, and he and Alec went to get ready as Alec's mother sorted out the last things. When they were walking to their rooms, they saw some guest leave. They were about to go after them, but they were ushered into their rooms by Isabel, that was making her way to y/n's. Once they were getting ready, Isabel made her way to y/n's room and gasped when she saw her.

Timeskip

It was the beginning of the ceremony, and everyone was in place; they were waiting for Isabel to walk down the aisle so they could see the bride. When Isabel was walking down the aisle, she smiled at them before she stood across from Alec and Jace. Izzy looked the way she came. The boys followed her, and both their mouths fell open.

As y/n was making her way down the aisle, she couldn't take her eyes off of Alec, and Alec couldn't take his eyes off of y/n. She soon stood before him; the ceremony began with the silent brother overseeing it. First, the exchange of gifts, Y/n got Alec a bracelet, and Alec got her a necklace.

Then the ruins, one on the wrist and one over the heart. They had no problem with the ruins as they were too busy watching the other. After the ceremony, it was time to celebrate. While they were, they didn't notice that someone or something was trying to get into the institution. Y/n was the first to notice because when she looked towards Isabel, the necklace that Magnus gave her began to glow. She excused herself and went to get changed. As y/n made her way to her and Alec's room, she felt she was being followed. Just as she was going into the room, she turned around and saw no one. She walked in, locked the door, got changed, and walked out of the room.

As she returned to the party, she was pushed up against the wall. Y/n threw her head back onto the person or thing that had her. She turned around just in time to miss a blade. Kicking the person across the room, she ran towards the weapons room with the person hot on her tail.

While she was dealing with the intruder, Alec saw Isabel's necklace begin to glow, as did Jace and Issy. They started making their way out of the room but were stopped. They heard a scream, and two demons stood before them. Using their stele, they stabbed them and quickly carried on their way. They listened for another cry.

In the training room, y/n was thrown at a wall, but that didn't hold her back. She stood up and grabbed a seraph blade, then charged at the creature. While she was fighting, they failed to notice that three people walked into the room, two of them grabbed a seraph blade each and one pulled y/n back as they battled the person. Turning around, y/n saw that it was her parabatai Isabelle Lightwood. She gave Izzy a weak smile before fainting in her arms. Isabelle fell to the floor, holding onto y/n tightly as she looked for any injuries. Alec and Jace finished the demon off, then quickly made their way over to y/n and Izzy and Alec pulled his stele out just in case he needed to use it. Just as they got to her, the door was slammed open, and Magnus made his way over to them. Bending down and over y/n, he began a spell to check over her.

"She's fine, but she will have to rest as she has hit her head." Magnus told them as he stood and walked out of the room.

Alec picked her up and made his way to their room as Izzy and Jace went to tell Maryse Lightwood what had happened.

It's been a couple of days since the incident, and Alec was still waiting next to y/n's bedside when she woke up. While he was there, his mother or Isabel would bring him food. When Alec went to go to the toilet, he came back to see that y/n was sitting up in her bed with her legs hanging over the sides. When her e/c orbs landed on Alec, she jumped out of bed and began to run over to him, but she didn't get far as her knees bulked, but Alec had got to her before she could hit the ground.

"Thank the angel that you're alright." Alec said as he sat on the bed with y/n on his lap.

Y/n didn't say anything, she just hugged him, and they stayed like that until Isabel and Jace went to see how Alec was doing, but they were overjoyed when they saw that she was awake.

The end.

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Masterlist

#x reader #reader #shadowhunters #alec lightwood x reader #alec lightwood #x wife reader #x sister reader #jace wayland x reader #jace wayland #shadowhunters x reader #x sister!reader #wedding disaster

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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The reader being the mother of Alec, Isabelly and Max Lightwood

Honestly, I didn't like the way Meryse behaved towards her children. So the reader will not be like him. I hope you will like it. Please feel free to write more requests.

~ You always tried to be the best wife to your husband.

~Your heart was filled with happiness at the birth of each of your children.

~ You read stories to your children at night.

~ You do your best for them to have a happy childhood.

~ By taking your children to the park and entertainment areas, you make them collect happy memories.

~ You love to organize mother and daughter night with your daughter.

~ Your children know that you accept them with their wrongs and right.

~ You are with them in their every mistake and every loss.

~ You are defending your children against everyone.

~ You break up with your husband when he finds out about his infidelity. After divorce, you leave home with your children.

~You are starting a new life with your children.

~ You and your children support each other through these difficult times.

#alec lightworm #ısabelle lightwood #max lightwood bane #alec lightwood bane #shadowhunters #shadowhunters x reader #robert lightwood

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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IMAGINE — BEING A DISABLED SHADOWHUNTER WHO CAN FIGHT BECAUSE OF YOUR LEGAL GUARDIAN, AND IMPRESSING MARYSE AND THE NEW YORK INSTITUTE WITH YOUR STRENGTH.

REQUESTED BY @cokcola4112

"HOW did you learn to do that?" A woman's voice asked as they approached you in the training room.

You looked over your shoulder. Maryse headed down the Institute, hoping to find either Alec or Isabelle, but instead found someone else that intrigued her the moment she saw them with their weapon. She wasn't alone, though. Almost a quarter of the Institute gathered around to see what had happened.

It wasn't like Maryse never saw potential in you. You were always known to be a powerful Shadowhunter no matter what. You just needed more people to see you at your very best, and Mrs. Lightwood intended to prove everyone she saw a spark in you greater than angelic powers known in the Shadow world.

Maryse grins. "You really are something, y/n."

"I have a really good teacher," You smiled proudly.

#shadowhunters gif imagine #shadowhunters imagine #shadowhunters x reader #the mortal instruments #maryse lightwood imagine #reader insert #gif imagine #imagine #shadowhunters

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shadxwangel · 26 days

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★﹐masterlist．﹗﹑

જ⁀➴ hotd

to be added...

જ⁀➴ tvd/to

to be added...

જ⁀➴ opla

to be added...

જ⁀➴ atla

to be added...

જ⁀➴ marvel

to be added...

જ⁀➴ lighting era

to be added...

જ⁀➴ marauders era

to be added...

જ⁀➴ èlite

to be added...

જ⁀➴ shadowhunters -- show

to be added...

જ⁀➴ twilight

to be added...

જ⁀➴ fast & furious

to be added...

જ⁀➴ teen wolf

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જ⁀➴ lab rats

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જ⁀➴ gotham show

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જ⁀➴ barbie movie

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જ⁀➴ henry cavill characters

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જ⁀➴ ce characters

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જ⁀➴ ss characters

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જ⁀➴ ocs

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yonaioana · 1 year

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Masterlist!

Genshin impact

Obey me

My hero academia

Seven deadly sins (preferably Ban)

Dc (mostly Damian)

Killing stalking

Dark fall (the bl)

Paper flower ( the bl)

Slashers

Demon slayer

Spy family

Tmnt

Ennead

Gravity falls

Wardstone chronicles

Shadowhunters (the book since I have not seen the series)

Howl's moving castle

If you want something that is not here it will take longer cause I will have to look into it.

Will write: fluff smut angst(not hardcore angst)

Will not write: pedophilia; r*pe; death; drugs; etc.

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some-1writes · 1 year

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Who I write for

Tv series

Supernatural

Criminal minds

The boys

Marvel

Wednesday

Outer banks

Teen wolf

Maze runner

Shadowhunters

One day at a time

9-1-1

Modern family

Sidemen

on your block

Gen V

shameless

umbrella academy

Movies

avatar

marvel

Random

sam and colby

If you want anything else please just request

+ more to be added

+ i do mostly platonic stuff but if you would like it to be romantic or anything, i can do such

#supernatural x reader #criminal minds x reader #the boys x reader #marvel x reader #Wednesday x reader #outer banks x reader #teen wolf x reader #maze runner x reader #shadowhunters x reader #the walking dead x reader #sex education x reader #one day at a time x reader #9-1-1 x reader #American horror story x reader #modern family x reader #castle x reader #sidemen x reader

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winterssecrett · 2 years

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— 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 / 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 / 𝐃𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 / 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 / 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 / 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐙𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 / 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐭

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠) / 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀: 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 (𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞) / 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞 / 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢 / 𝐓𝐢𝐚 / 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 / 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞 / 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 / 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭 / 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫 / 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 / 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞 / 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

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soulofapatrick · 21 days

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Domesticated - Jace Herondale x Female (Daylighter) Reader

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

Words: 6k

Warnings: injury, bleeding, blood drinking

Y/N’s POV -

Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Three

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

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

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

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

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

Jace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part Five

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up.”

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

“Later I will.”

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