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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)

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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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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years

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Care Less - Jace Wayland/ Herondale x Reader

There was poison corrupting your veins. Looking back on it, your life before the recent days had been good. And now you were sure to die, away from Idris and the aid of Magnus.

Your vision blurred, and you smiled pitifully as you ran through your memories. A part of you felt guilty, knowing Izzy could feel your pain. But not for a second did you regret being her parabati. She would be searching for you right this second, but you were sure there were only minutes worth of life left in you.

Alec would have been begging for the high warlock’s help, sending out every shadow hunter to put a pin on your location, stressed as Jace would have been if he wasn’t too occupied with the new redhead. These past couple hundred hours, he had been. It seemed he preferred her company over yours, and a part of you couldn’t blame him for that.

The blonde had made you reckless. On missions your tactics were so similar that it worried a great many of your fellow shadowhunters. And now here you were, feeling the results of your careless mistakes.

You wanted to scream from the pain, but you were far too weak to release outrage and agony in such a way. Looking down you saw your blue turning blood pooling from the bite the creature had given to your ankle. You weren’t sure what it had been. it definitely wasn’t the vamp that had been reported.

The stele you carried with you was across the ‘room’. The thing had thrown you away from it, openly showing its desire for you to suffer, slowly at that. Without it, you couldn’t activate your healing rune. You were just filling with toxins, drowning in their menace.

Perhaps your ears were mistaken, but you could have sworn that there were footsteps echoing through the sewer. You hoped it would be another monster, one merciful enough to finish you off. If it was one of your associates, it was possible the mystery creature could get to them in the same way it had you.

Jace was all you could think about. If you were to have a final thought, you wanted it to be of that brave soldier, the one that had stolen your heart the second you had transferred. Thinking about him only made you wonder what the two of you could have been. Something great you hoped.

And now he had Clary. You couldn’t deny she was intriguing. She was new and beautiful, what wasn’t there for Jace to like? The only person who didn’t seem fond of her was Alec, but there was nothing unusual about that. He wasn’t the keenest on strangers, especially when they had free reign in the institute.

“I thought the report said it was a vampire.” Alec sighed disappointedly as Izzy and Jace walked by his side, Clary tagging along ‘for experience’. If it had been, you’d have had no trouble returning home.

“The information was obviously wrong.” Izzy stated desperately, leading the way. She had the strongest connection to you, and she trusted that it would help them find you. “Left.” And that was the route they went.

“Shouldn’t she have just dropped the assignment when she realised it wasn’t?” Clary questioned Jace, who in turn only shook his head. He knew what you were like. You’d never leave a mission unfinished, even if it was more dangerous than you had initially been told.

“That’s not how she works.” He partially blamed himself and the influence he had on you for your ignorant exterior. You could die, and it was as a result from his company.

By distancing himself, as Maryse had convinced him, you would be safer, and may stick to safer behaviour. Obviously the Lightwood woman had been wrong, you had only strayed further down the wrong path.

His time had been focused on training Clary rather than watching your every move as it once had been. He wanted to kick himself. It was no secret that you had become more invested with your shadowhunter duties, you may have even been working yourself too hard.

Izzy found a stele, your stele on the ground. Across from it was your body. She ran to it, noticing the spillage of blue that was pooling on the ground. “We’re going to need Magnus.”

Jace’s world felt like it was on the verge of collapsing. He ignored Clary’s questions. All he could see was you, laid there in a motionless sprawl. Before Alec could reach you, Jace walked past him, hoisting your form up into his arms. He wished you would care more.

As your eyes opened, it was a quick guess that you weren’t in the institute. Their infirmary had almost no personality, however Magnus’ abode was stifled with expression.

“Finally.” The warlock entered, touching your forehead with his palm. The rings on his hands were cold, and you appreciated the contrast in temperature against your skin. “We were all in a great worry.”

Quickly the warlock left, only to return with visitors. The three of them gave you relieved expressions.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” Izzy scolded you, touching her parabati rune with a careful hand.

“Or any of us.” Her brother added, promptly thanking Magnus for his services.

“How’re you feeling?” The newcomer asked, which only made you frown and answer Clary with a diverting question.

“Where’s Jace?” Alec rubbed the back of his neck, having already predicted this would have plagued your mind eventually.

“He went to kill whatever almost killed you.” And that was where the two of you were alike. Now Jace was not only hunting it to punish it for the murders it had committed, but also for vengeance.

When you returned to the institute, Jace was awaiting outside. He was glowing in the glory of victory. He had killed the monster, single handily.

“Why did you go after it? It could have killed you!” This was the first time you ahd shouted at the blonde, but it felt nice to finally release all of the pent up anger you had been dealing with.

“I could care less about what could happen to me. It deserved to die, a simple thankyou would have sufficed.” Everyone soon scampered away, not wanting to witness the scene of two shadowhunters arguing. It was just you and Jace in the courtyard now.

“If you have to protect someone, protect your pretty girlfriend.” You tried to stalk your way inside like the others had, wanting to seek comfort from the pillow in your room that would soak up your tears, but Jace didn’t allow it. He grabbed your arm, pulling you back to him.

“What girlfriend?” He honestly did not know where this was coming from or of whom you were referring to.

“For angel’s sake, I’m talking about Clary!” Releasing your arm, Jace stepped back, shocked by your inaccurate observation.

“I could care less about Clary. The only girl I want is you.” Now it was your turn to be taken aback.

“You’re just saying that because I almost died.” At the mention of death, Jace winced. And then he spoke again.

“That’s far from true.” Before you could retort something back, he eased your anger by connecting your lips. His hands raked through your hair, keeping your faces attached. “You’re all I care about, (Y/N) (L/N) of Idris.”

You believed him, and his words. For the first time in all of your shadow hunting life, you could care less that you failed a mission.

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