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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 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.

please feel free to send in more <3 I’m just hanging out for the next couple weeks before my next semester starts, so !! entertain me and let me entertain you!! 

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(I am CURRENTLY writing for: clace, sizzy, malec, twilight, supernatural, and stucky (esp. shrinkyclinks) and Sterek!! ) 

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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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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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