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I always see fanfics about Jace saving the day but what if Jace was in trouble and Clary saved him? Stay awsome 😚

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Avenging Angel 

Pairing: Clace - Clary/Jace 

Prompt: “Clary saving Jace from trouble” 

Prompter: Anon 

Admin: Darker

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Jace sagged heavily against the wall, his eyes sliding shut. He was covered in blood, some his own, some not, and the rogue vampire had thrown away his stele, leaving him defenceless. 

It was just supposed to be a simple hunt; which is why he hadn’t taken any back up with him...but he’d been ambushed with over ten rogue vampires, and he was fading in and out of consciousness. 

He thought only of Clary, how she’d be expecting him back, how worried she’d be--and worst of all, that perhaps she would try to find him.

As that thought makes him shudder, the door to the abandoned warehouse he’d been kept in burst open, two bodies flying through it.

He recognized that flame of red hair anywhere. Clary. 

The dagger she held glowed as she held it with complete confidence. 

“Clary!” Jace called, suddenly feeling more alert. He struggled in the cuffs that the vampires had put him in, but he was groggy from being fed on. “Clary, et out of here--”

Clary’s eyes darted over to him, but only momentarily. She was occupied with finishing off the vampire that wrestled with her. 

Jace had to help her. He had to--

But by the time he staggered to his feet without the held of his hands, Clary was standing over the vampire’s unmoving body. 

“It’s impolite to kidnap people’s boyfriends,” Clary grimaced, stepping over the body without relish and meeting Jace’s eyes. 

He was shocked, his jaw hanging open. She was covered in bits of flesh and cuts, her jacked was torn and hanging off of her, but--she looked good. Alive, and a bit pleased with herself, really. 

“Clary are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you come here alone?” Was all he could sputter out, his voice weak. 

She rolled her eyes and stalked over to him, using a version of her opening rune to snap the cuffs free from his wrists. “Didn’t you?” She challenged.

She had him there.

“Clary, you--you defeated an entire nest of rogue vampires?” 

She grinned wildly up at him, etching a quick iratze into his neck. He felt instantly stronger. 

“Yes.” 

Jace had to admit; that was a turn on. “Can you carry me out of here?” 

Her eyes widened as if she believed that he really needed her to carry him out. She eyed his tall frame dubiously, and then nodded, steeling herself. “Okay. I think I maybe can--you’re pretty thin--” 

Jace mock gasped. “I’m toned,” he complained, and then ruffled her already mussed hair. “I’m exhausted, but I can walk. I was just teasing you. C’mon, let’s go home. We need to report this nest and I need to watch at least two episodes of Ru Pauls Drag Race to heal my soul after being fed on like an all you can eat buffet.” 

Clary laced her small hands into his, smiling as she did. Jace could see the exhaustion on her face, see what the worry had caused her and how hard on her body that battle had been. He really wanted to get her home more than he wanted to rest. She could take a bath, soak her sore muscles. He would make sure she didn’t push herself too hard.

“And we need to work on your technique. The way you used that dagger could use just a bit more fine tuning--”

“Jace,” Clary chimed patiently. 

“Yes?” 

“Shut up.” 

And, when she stretched up on her toes to kiss him, Jace gladly did just that. 

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Welcome Home, Maiara 

Pairing: Malec 

Prompt: a story where magnus and alec adopt a babygirl named maiara and their first das at home with her 

Prompter : @mega-super-batman​

Admin: Darker 

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“Easy,” Alec fretted, pushing open the door to their apartment, “Okay. See, Maiara? This is your new home,” 

Walking in behind him, Magnus cradled their baby girl, a shadowhunter child whose parents had died together on a hunt. 

Maiara looked around in wonder, her wide eyes taking in her new surroundings. 

“Let’s show you your room, darling girl,” Magnus cooed happily, bouncing the toddler slightly as he walked down the hall into the nursery. 

It was extravagant, as most things Magnus had a part of were, but tasteful, thanks to Alec keeping him in check. The walls were done in a pale shade of ivory, with gold accents around the room. Runes of protection and well-being had been painted in gold gilding by Clary on the walls of the nursery so that they caught the light and sparkled. 

“She looks tired,” Alec worried. Had they kept her up too long? The books he’d read said children get cranky when they don’t sleep, and it could even hinder development--

“Stop spiralling,” Magnus chimed, a reminder Alec needed often. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and nodded. “She’s not tired, she’s...relaxed.” 

At the very moment Magnus said the words, Maiara let out a soft puff of air and rested her head on the crook of Magnus’s shoulder, her chubby hands holding onto fistfuls of his shirt. It was as if a large weight had been lifted off of her tiny shoulders. 

“She’s quite the serious child,” Alec murmured, one of his fingers stroking her brown tufts of hair. “Do you think she’ll warm up to us?” 

“I think she already has,” Magnus whispers, as Maiara catches hold of Alec’s finger and grips it tightly with her hand. Alec can’t believe how tiny her fingernails were. He thought of her perfect, unmarked skin, and the scars that a shadowhunter’s life would bring to it. 

“You’re safe now, Maiara,” Alec promised softly, something fiercely protective washing over him. He would destroy heaven and earth to keep the girl safe. His daughter. “You’re home.” 

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 Prompt: Teen!Dean having to cut Sammy’s hair because it’s to long and Sammy complaint the whole time until Dean kisses him and makes it better! Would love if it could be wee!cest and it doesn’t matter who writes it!!

Pairing: Wincest/Weecest

Admin: Darker

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“C’mon, Sammy,” Dean sighed with exaggerated patience. “Just hold still.” 

“No!” Sam tries once more to wiggle out of Dean’s reach, but his older brother simple tugs an arm around his waist and waits until Sam’s done his little tantrum. “Dean, c’mon, just--just quit it. I like my hair.” 

“You look homeless,” Dean scowls, holding the scissors. 

Sam folds his arms over his chest, not meeting Dean’s eyes. “Technically we are.” 

He knew that one hurt Dean when his brother didn’t immediately snap back with something clever. Instead, Dean just tugged Sam onto the floor and sat behind him, his legs bracketing his younger brother. 

“I won’t butcher it, you know that,” Dean’s voice is considerably more gentle when he speaks next. “C’mere, Sammy. You know your hair is getting too long; it’s falling in your eyes.” 

Without meaning to, Sam pushes his hair out of his eyes a that very moment, and then submits, leaning back heavily against Dean’s chest. “Don’t mess it up,” Sam warns wearily. 

Dean ruffles his hair and gets to work.

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“See?” Dean stands behind Sam in the bathroom mirror, his hands on Sam’s shoulders. “Now when you start sophomore year, all the girls will be all over you,” 

Sam swallowed, but his mouth was suddenly dry. It wasn’t that Dean did a bad job, exactly. In fact, it looked pretty good. Maybe a tad bit uneven, but it was nothing immediately noticeable.

It was the way Dean had said all the girls, when he knew damn well there wasn’t a soul on earth that Sam would ever want more than he wanted Dean. 

He stares down, looking away from his reflection. “I don’t care about girls,” He mutters, “I only care about you.” 

Dean spins him, then, bracketing Sam against the counter with his long arms, staring down at his brother with wide eyes. “You shouldn’t,” He replied, as he often did when they talked about their feelings towards each other. 

“I know,” Sam tilted his head up expectantly. He also knew that following that confession, every time, was a kiss. 

Dean had a clouded look in his eyes, something like desperation mixed with guilt, but he still leaned down and pressed his chapped lips to Sam. 

“Someday you’re gonna want someone else,” Dean murmured, even as his hands became claws at Sam’s shoulders, not giving his little brother an inch. 

“No,” Sam gasped between hungry kisses. The very thought of it made his stomach roll. He wrapped his skinny arms around his brother and let himself believe that they had a future worth fighting for, that maybe Dean would live past thirty and they would get to have a normal life, a life where no monsters lurked in the dark and the shadows were just shadows. Dean bit his lip extra hard and the vision crumpled. He could taste something salty on Dean’s lips; his tears. “No, Dean,” He soothed, tugging him closer. “No. N-Not ever.” 

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Prompt: Heyy! Idk which admin so here’s the plot! Could you write about Clace? Idk really something with the picture ^^^ and snuggling and fluff. Thanks! ♡

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TMI - Clace

“C’mon, sleepyhead,” Jace poked Clary’s side gently. “We need to get up. I promised Jocelyn I’d have you training before the sunrises this morning. It’s the only reason she let you stay the night at the Institute,” 

Jace looked down fondly at Clary, who was curled up around a pillow. Her red hair spilled around her like a curtain of lava, and her long eyelashes casted cresent shape shadows down her cheeks. “Clary’s not here,” She mumbled, very nearly incoherent. “Leave a message at the beep. Beeeeeeep.” 

Jace chuckled, brushing some of her hair out of her face. He was already showered and changed, and ready to begin his day. He was taking this whole training Clary thing pretty seriously for a few reasons. 

He didn’t want to lose out on the privilege of being the one to train her, and he liked to see how she was progressing. It made him feel just a bit better about having her in the shadowhunting world with him if he was the one preparing her. 

“C’mon, love,” He poked her again. “We’re doing hand to hand combat today. You said you were looking forward to it.” 

“C’mere,” She opened her arms, blinking her green eyes up at him. “Just cuddle me for a few seconds, okay? Then we’ll get up.” 

Jace knew that his Clarissa Fairchild was a devious little monster, and he could see the sparkle of cunning in her eyes as she waited for him. 

Even then, he couldn’t refuse her. He sighed and shucked off his jacket and trainers, and slide under the duvet, tugging her into his arms with a huff. 

She was sleep warm and languid in his arms, pressing the cool tip of her nose into the crook of his neck with a pleased little murmur. 

“You smell good,” She mumbled into his neck. 

“I showered,” He told her with a roll of his eyes, raking his fingers through the knotted strands of her red hair. “You’re an evil creature, Clary.”

“Evil?” She yawned, pressing closer. She seemed entirely unbothered by that insult, probably because he said it so lovingly. 

“Mhm. A little succubus, tempting me into your bedchamber, hauling me close--”

She cuts him off by clapping one of her small hands over his mouth. “Can I tempt you into five minutes of peace and quiet?” 

“Fiery little thing,” He said, mostly to himself, but no doubt she heard him. “I supposed. Just five minutes though. Or else I’m gonna be fired as your trainer, and you’ll be stuck with some prick from Idris who doesn’t let you sleep in.” 

“Will he cuddle me? And be good looking?” Clary wonders mildly. “Will he make me pancakes? I really like pancakes--”

“Evil,” Jace grumbled again, his fingers digging into Clary’s sides enough to make her squirm and giggle in delight. “Evil, evil, little Clary.” 

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Hey all!! It’s admin Darker here!! 

I’m BACK!! I’ve just reread the mortal instruments and I am feeling BIG clace vibes......so I’ve been going through our ask and we have LOTS of clace prompts that I’ll be working through :) 

But I’m also feeling inspired to write other ships too! Please see below for the pairings I write for.

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CLACE! Pls pls!! 😊 "Thats the cheesiest pick up line i've ever heard." I'm torn, I don't know if I want Clary to say it to jace or Jace to clary, but you seem very good at these; so i'll leave it upto you (: thank youuxx

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Pairing: Clace 

Prompt: “that’s the cheesiest pick up line I’ve ever heard.” 

Prompter: aymymayra

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“That’s the cheesiest pick up line I’ve ever heard,” Jace wet his lips, laughing at Clary who was sipping enthusiastically on something called a gummy bear cocktail. She had cheerily told him that it didn’t even taste like alcohol...and that was four gummy-bear cocktails ago. 

“What!” Clary demanded, offended. She slammed her first down on the table. “I said--I said--” She frowned, trailing off. Apparently, she didn’t quite remember what she’d said. 

“You asked me if I was a parking ticket,” Jace began, with exaggerated patience. 

“--Because you have fine written all over you?” Clary remembered, holding up her cocktail in triumph. “You can’t fault me for that one, Jace. That’s pure gold.” 

He tapped his whiskey to her glass, and couldn’t help but smile at the way her green eyes shone with the light. It wasn’t often they went out and let loose like this, and it was nice to see Clary having fun. 

“C’mon, Fray!” Simon called, wiggling in some weird way on the dance floor. Jace grimaced and had to look away out of second hand embarrassment. 

“Come on,” Clary stood up, beckoning Jace with a hand held out. “C’mon, Jace, let’s dance.” 

Jace could have refused her...at least, he likes to tell himself that he could. But truthfully, with that playful glimmer in her eyes, with that smile on her full lips....he’d like to meet the man that could say no to Clarissa Fairchild. He set down his drink and let her take his hand, guiding him onto the dance floor. 

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“You had fun, right?” Jace asked, grinning wider than he maybe ought to. 

“Uh huh,” Clary moaned. She was bent over his shoulder fire man style, after throwing up the entire contents of her stomach and the some in the bar bathroom while Jace held her hair back and Izzy ordered her a ginger-ale. “Losta fun.” 

Jace patted her behind soothingly, enjoying the cool New York air on his face as he strolled casually home with her. “I had fun, too. And I’m gonna remember that you’re a flirt when you’re drunk, Clarissa,” He teased her, jabbing a finger into her thigh. “I better keep an eye on you.” 

“Uh huh,” She muttered again. “I only flirt with you.” 

Jace snorted. “I know,” He said, quite pleased. She made a wrenching sound like she was going to throw up again, but when he stopped and bent to put her down, she coughed a little and tapped the back of his thigh. 

“M’okay,” she groaned. “Just get me home, dump me in the bathtub with some Advil and a glass of water, and call it a night.” 

Jace let out a full-bodied laugh, “Yep,” He nodded, “That’s my girl.” 

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prompt: “Is that my shirt?” 

OTP: Clace 

Admin: Darker 

“Is that my shirt?” Jace arched an amused brow, watching Clary with something of a hungry gaze. 

His presence startled her, and she jumped up nearly half a foot. “Jace,” She breathed, wheeling to face him, suddenly conscious she was wearing only his sweatshirt and lacy panties. Her red hair fell in untamed tumbles around her shoulders and down her back. “You--what are you doing here?” 

“Luke let me in,” He shrugged, stepping into her bedroom with ease and shutting the door behind himself. Clearly, Luke didn’t feel the need to warn Clary when he let her boyfriend in. “It looks good on you.” 

Clary tugged at the hem, and then sighed. It was no use trying to cover up--the sweatshirt was large enough it covered all the important bits, and Jace had seen her in worse. “Do you want it back?” She asked softly.

He’d lent it to her a few nights ago when she’d got caught in the rain on her way to training at the Institute and she hadn’t gotten around to giving it back just yet; mostly because she didn’t really want to. 

Jace let out a soft laugh, brushing her hair out of her face with cool fingers, almost subconsciously. “Not at all,” He grinned. “While I think we both know that I look good in just about everything....you, Clary Fairchild, look gorgeous. Especially in that sweater. In fact, I wouldn’t care if you never took it off.” He hesitated, his fingers playing at the bottom hem of the shirt. “Actually,” he ducked low, his voice a heady murmur in her hears. “Scratch that. Feel free to take it off.” 

Clary rolled her eyes, but she sagged against Jace, letting him support her weight. She’d been having vivid nightmares about Valentine and Sebastian recently, and she’d barely slept. 

Jace seemed to notice her distress, taking her easily into his arms, where she fit best. 

“It’s a comfort thing,” Clary admitted, mumbling into Jace’s chest. “It smells like you, and--and reminds me of you. And it makes me feel--”

“--like getting naked?” 

“Safe,” Clary finishes, unable to fight the small smile playing at her lips. 

Jace stills at that, and she realizes that confession meant more to him than anything else she could have said. After everything with Lilith, all Jace wanted was to know Clary still felt safe around him. 

“I make you feel safe,” He repeats, in a quiet tone. There is something like awe in his voice. 

She stretches up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her nose into the hollow of his throat. “Yes,” She replied simply, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she settled against him. “Yeah, Jace. You make me feel safe.” 

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Fic Masterpost

Clace - Clary/Jace 

- “Clary makes Jace wear a T-shirt that says “Clary’s Husband” 

- Sick!Jace, Comforting!Clary

- Clace at a Costume party, Clary gets bitten by a vampire that isn’t Simon-

- Jace watches Disney movies with Clary 

-  Clary loses her memory 

- Jace takes care of a hungover Clary 

- Clary and Jace on New Years Eve 

- Clace in the snow 

- Clary normal no longer trying to hurt Jace 

- Clace breaks up and Sizzy and Malec help them get back together 

- Clace get drunk together and goof off, they go to sleep and wake up together

- Jace gets hurt in battle, they kiss/cuddle 

- Clace’s daughter dating a boy and wanting to go to a school dance 

- “I don’t know anything for certain anymore except that I love you” 

- “I said I was sorry” 

- Miscommunication: Clary tries to surprise Jace, Jace thinks she’s breaking up with him 

- “Jace, I said no!” 

- Jace picks a fight with vampires, Clary joins the fight (Warning: major character death) 

- Clace/ and Clary/sebastian: Clary and Sebastian meet up over custody of their daughter 

- Clace babies, happy times - Fluff 

- Pregnancy gone wrong, Dark!Sebastian, Clary turned evil 

- Clace’s first baby 

- Isabelle takes Clary shopping at Victoria’s Secret and Jace snoops in her bag afterwards 

- Clace roadtrip (Part 1 and 2) 

- Clace / anti-sebastian - Part 1 and 2

- Clace - Clary is raped by Sebastian and Jace finds out from someone else 

- Clace’s baby’s first Christmas 

- Clary and Isabelle go shopping & Clace 

- Jace surprising Clary for her birthday 

- Fluff - Clace cooking 

- on a hunt they have a close call and Jace proposes 

- Ball in idris, fun times, bonus steamy kiss 

- Clary goes to a nightclub, and some guy gets too touchy, Jace saves the day 

- Jace after a fight with Clary 

- “Draw me like one of your french girls clary” 

- Jace gets hurt and almost dies, Clary is frantic and scared 

- Clace argues over clothing 

- Clary is cornered by demons and Jace saves the day

- at the beach  

- Clary gets scared during a thunderstorm and Jace comforts her 

- Clary has nightmares about sebastian, Jace comforts her

- Clace’s kid brings home her first boyfriend 

- Clary’s been depressed for a while , Jace comforts her 

- pregnant!Clary, overprotective!Jace 

- Clary gets captured by a rogue vampires and tortured for information - Jace saves the day 

- Jealous!Jace reacting to Clary seeing another guy 

- “I miss you, I’m on my way home. Lets cuddle” 

- “I’m not asking, I’m telling. Marry me.” 

- Sebastian tries to do stuff to Clary

- Sick clary, frantic jace 

- Clary gets jealous of a new shadowhunter who saved Jace’s life 

- Intense Clace moment

- Jace acting like a jerk to Clary then apologizing 

- vulnerable Jace, comforting Clary 

- Jace worried about an injured Clary 

- Clace kids - Maxxi has a younger sibling 

- Clace’s daughter gets a fanboy, protective daddy Jace 

- Cold winter day, hot chocolate and cuddles 

- Clace baby & Beach day 

- protective Jace not letting Clary come with him 

- comforting Clace about Clary’s future 

- Clace wedding

- Clary wants a cat  

- Clace’s daughter as Sizzy’s flowergirl 

- Sad Clary about rumours going around about her in school 

- Clary about to go hunting 

- Playful fluff - truth or dare 

- Jealous Jace about a guy who talks to Clary 

- Jace comes home from a long trip 

- “Wake up Jace” - Fluff 

- “Is that my shirt?” 

- Drunk!Clary, Jace taking care of her, “that’s the cheesiest pick up line I’ve ever heard” 

- Clary saving Jace 

Malec 

- Malec, Clace, and Sizzy take a beach day 

- Malec’s baby’s first day at a shadowhunter school 

- Malec baby, she has heterochromatic eyes with one cat eye like Magnus and one blue eye like Alec 

-  Malec babysitting Clace’s kids 

- Malec, Sizzy, Clace - all on a group date 

- Magnus proposing 

- Malec’s adopted baby and her first day at home with them

Sizzy 

- Clace, Malec and Sizzy are married with kids 

- Simon outlives everyone around him 

- Clace, Malec and Sizzy all together for Christmas 

- Sizzy shopping day, Isabelle dragging Simon around 

- Sizzy/Clace double date 

- Simon dying in Izzy’s arms

Wincest - Sam/Dean

- fem!soulless!sam remembering loving Dean and watching him with Lisa 

- born fem!sem weecest 

- insecure!Dean, comforting!Sam

- Weecest, Dean visits Sam’s dorm and are spotted during sexy time

- Sam finds Dean’s amulet 

- Christmas Eve for the boys through the years (8-18)

- Present giving weecest 

- “Dear santa” - Dean

- “Dear Santa” - Sam

- “I don’t think this is going to work, Dean” 

- Dean’s time at Sonny’s in Sam’s POV 

- Weecest: Dean cutting Sam’s hair because it’s getting too long 

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Prompt: aymymayra asked for: “clary makes jace wear a t-shirt that says "Clary's Husband/Boyfriend"

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Clary turned as Jace practically stormed into the living room, his arms folded over his chest. 

“Well?” She prompted, unable to hide her smile. “Let me see!” 

Jace glared daggers at her, but unfolded his arms to reveal the scripted writing on his black t shirt “Clary’s Husband”. The shirt had a little graphic of a wedding band on it, although no rings would be present at their traditional shadowhunter ceremony. 

She squealed in delight and clapped her hands together. “It looks great!” She compliments warmly. “Do you like it?” 

Jace’s frown fell as he took in her excitement, and he rolled his eyes with a sigh. “I think you look adorable when you smile like that,” he said almost begrudgingly. “And...I suppose I don’t hate it.” He looked down at himself, hiding his grimace. 

“Good. Because I’ve got a matching one!” Clary opened her jacket to reveal a shirt that said Jace’s Wife. Upon seeing it, Jace’s eyes widened, and then a pleased sort of look came over his face. 

“Well?” She arched a brow once again. “Awesome right!” 

“Actually,” Jace stalked towards her like a predator towards it’s prey. “As cheesy as we both look right now,” he cupped her face in his hands and kissed the tip of her nose. “I actually do like seeing Jace’s Wife right there on your chest,” He sounded quite pleased with himself. 

Clary couldn’t even begrudge him that little possessive side he sometimes showed around her. “I like seeing Clary’s Husband on yours,” She admitted cheerily, “And these are just perfect for our rehearsal dinner. Totally casual, burgers and fries, matching t shirts..it’s just what I wanted.” 

“You mean the rehearsal rehearsal dinner,” Jace corrected, tugging her into his arms. “Magnus would kill us if we didn’t have a proper cocktail party tonight...” 

“Yeah, but that’s later,” Clary waves her hand dismissively, snuggling further int Jace’s chest. He smelled good, a bit like leather and spice. It was a familiar smell. “First, we have the burgers. Then we wear the heels.” 

“You got it. Though I didn’t know it was a heels-only party. I’m not sure Izzy has a pair that will fit me..” 

“Magnus will,” Clary chimed, going along with the joke. Jace poked her in the ribs just to hear her giggle. “I’m glad you liked the t shirt. Or tolerated it, at the very least.” 

“Mm,” Jace sighed. He never really learned how to say no to Clary. “Do I get my say in what we wear next? Because I think panties with property of Jace on them could be a good next step--”

Clary danced out of his arms, laughing as she went. “I bet you’d love that.” 

“Yes,” Jace nodded, in false seriousness. “I would.” He gave her a look that told her he was picturing that particular get up on her in that very moment. 

“Behave, husband,” she stuck her tongue out at him. The doorbell sounded, and Jace sighed. Unfortunately, his plans would have to wait until later on tonight. “We have guests!”  

With that, Clary swung open the front door and their friends and family poured in, ready to celebrate. 

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Hey, could you please write something where Jace falls sick (stomach flu or a bad cold, maybe?) and Clary has to take care of him while he acts stubbornly? Thank you!

“You’re sick,” Clary wrinkled her nose, eyeing Jace from head to toe. He was clad in his usual black-on-black with his leather jacket, but his nose was red, his golden eyes were puffy, and his shoulders hunched with a kind of exhaustion. 

“Am not,” He puffs his chest up, side stepping her to enter her bedroom at the institute. “I just came to–” he cuts off, a fit of dry sounding coughs over taking him. 

“Jace,” Clary frowned, stretching up on her toes to press a hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up. You’ve got a fever.” 

Jace caught her wrist in his slender fingers, gently tugging her hand away. “Don’t worry about me,” He insists, “I’m fine.” 

Clary knew just how stubborn Jace could be when he wanted to be. She crossed her arms over her chest. “You should lay down for a bit. Are you hungry?” 

“Not hungry,” Jace hummed, drawing her close. “At least not for food..”

Clary blushed a bit as she always did when Jace looked at her with that gaze, but once again, his coughs ruined the mood. 

“I’m not kissing you,” She wrinkled her nose delicately. “You can lay down in my bed, and I’ll make you a tea and read to you while you get some rest.” 

Jace narrowed his eyes at her, but when he sneezed three times in a row, he threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “Fine,” he muttered. “Leave it to me to date the most stubborn person on the planet, besides myself.” 

She threw him a warm smile on her way out, and returned minutes later with a steaming hot cup of herbal tea, infused with something Magnus promised would ease Jace’s symptoms and help him get the rest he needed. 

It wasn’t common for shadowhunters to catch colds, but it could happen, and Jace had been working himself extra hard lately, training late into the night. 

“Jace,” Clary murmured, walking back in. When Jace didn’t immediately answer, she tip-toed towards her bed, smiling softly when she saw only a mop of blond hair emerging from her duvet. Jace always liked napping in her bed for the same reason she liked napping in his–her bed smelled like her, and Jace’s bed smelled like Jace. It was comforting. “Are you awake?” 

He didn’t reply, except for a soft snore. She sat down on the edge of the bed, careful as to not disturb him, and raked her fingers through his blonde curls. 

“Sleep,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

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