#a different au

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An AU where Jace was born to Will and Tessa and Clary was born to Charlotte and Henry

{ this was requested by @daisyherxndale and i think its a really cool Au twist so enjoy ! }

Jace has always been around Clary since she was born since their parents are so close friends

Clary was always at the London Institution if her parents were both busy so she got to spend a lot of time with Uncle Will,  Aunt Tessa and Jace. She never referred to Jace as her cousin but more of a best friend

As they grew older, a mutual attraction began to form between Jace and Clary. But Jace began to get on Clary’s nerves at times

Clary has a love for art and it was encouraged by her father to carry on that love and develop it. Jace would always wipe Clary’s hands and face as she would always be covered in paint and ruin her dress

Jace also has a painting that Clary did for him hanging on his wall

Jace is fond of playing the piano and will spend hours playing it, Clary loves to come and listen to him play and both find themselves lost in the music

Jace is also a avid reader and quotes various books and poems to Clary to woo her

Being daughter of the Consul, Clary had a name to live up to and Jace was planning to marry into the said powerful family

Jace is quite close to his parents, spending each second of each day with them. He loves just sitting down with them and reading. Even if they didn’t talk while reading although the silence was generally cut short by William rambling about the book and how annoyed he is  causing Tessa to say something. William always done this on purpose to cause a book war with Tessa

Clary loves watching her father do his science experiments even if her mother worries over her in case Henry blows something up. Henry loves it when Clary comes to watch and he impresses her with his experiments. He has also made a few toys and little things for her over the years

Jace and Clary always go out for a walk to Hyde Park and was quite shocked when he saw her feeding the ducks, he then questioned her liking of those bloodthirsty beasts

It was Jace who proposed at the London Institution gardens, its per shadowhunter tradition to wed young, Jace gave Clary his family ring which is the sign of a engagement

He did it in a romantic way, with the help of his parents..mostly his mother. A candlelit dinner with fancy wine and then a little dance at the end. It was a romantic time

Clary is having her named hyphened which Jace doesn’t mind at all

Jace wants a big family, Clary just glares at him whenever he mentions the big family

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-- Sometime Before the Events of DX1 -- The room was smaller than he remembered. Then again, it had been nigh fifteen to twenty years since the man in black and white had last visited the walled institution tucked away between snowy-white mountain peaks. Change, even in the smallest of things, was bound to happen. Such was the nature of time. Dull grey eyes quickly took inventory of the room, a habit the man had picked up over years of agitation and mistrust. Where there once was a line of chairs now stood a row of iron shelves, burdened with wire-spewing servers and various electronics that hummed and clicked with use. Holographs shimmered next to these digital sentinels. Their displays cast haunting, blue glows throughout the room. Like ghosts, a pair of technicians drifted between them. They spoke of something, no doubt important, but the visitor could not be bothered with their studious banter. His attention slid towards the room beyond. The simulation room on the other side of the lab’s thick, one-way glass was vast arena of setups - a small village inside a small warehouse. Traps and puzzles laid throughout the square footage, and a number of mechanized targets both hostile and benign were set to leap out as participants progressed through the narrow streets. It was to be a test of skill, ingenuity, and reflexes. The goal? To retrieve a suitcase of sensitive documents from the midst of chaotic territory, and deliver them to a location to be given through radio. There was a time limit of thirty minutes, though it had been an unspoken rule that only twenty and less was to be considered passing. “Mr. Simons?” came a strong, feminine voice from behind his person. “The trial you wanted to see will start soon. Do you have any questions before we begin?” Clasping his hands behind his back the suited man looks over his shoulder towards the facility overseer, his expression stern. “Colonel. I have asked to remain anonymous during my visits. Again, I request that you refrain from using my name even in the presence of staff personnel.” The officer’s mouth twitched as a mixture of irritation, bashfulness, and surprise crossed over their weathered face, but ultimately they gave a respectful nod. “Of course...” Clearing their throat they directed the focus back to the testing that was about to begin below. “As you know the field was originally made to also test the unity of a squad, but seeing how this particular subject is...special, a single-runner will be judged today.” Simon’s lips tighten as he gives a slow nod. His eyes return to the floor below, sweeping through the maze of corridors until he finds the gate from which she would enter. JC Denton. Sister to the Primary. “They have shown remarkable skill in the past, sir,” they continue. “We hope she demonstrates such for you today and every day henceforward.” Without pomp, without circumstance, the man answers permissively. “Then let it begin.”

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