#jace wayland drabble

[sleepyangelkami]

TRUTH HOLDER j.herondale

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 1.3K

JACE HERONDALE X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - being a seelie had its cons such as the inability to lie. jace has decided to mess with you, using such a fact to his own advantage.

 ☆ WARNINGS - smut, fingering, slight manipulation, dirty talk, dom!jace, sub!reader, praise kink, hickies, overprotectiveness, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

"what are you doing?"

your meek voice could be heard from where you sat on the bed, jace's bed from inside the institute, clad only in one of the boy's oversized shirts, nothing beneath.

jace walked back towards the bed with evident cockiness in his expression, you were sure that he couldn't shake it even if he wanted to. "just putting the silencing rune on the door." placing his mouth against your neck and his hands against your waist, unable to think of anything other than you.

your voice was above a whisper, hands roaming towards his neck. "promise?" because though he was a shadowhunter, he could still lie. a disadvantage you were seemingly always caught up in.

he parted his mouth from your neck, cocking his head to the side with a playful smile on his lips. "don't you trust me?" as if the question had been one that didn't need an answer, he'd press anyway.

your mind danced to the flashback when jace had told you he'd put the silencing rune on the door and yet as you walked out of the room the next day, you earned many stares and glances. jace had smirked at that, once confronted stating that you were his and everyone in the institute should know so. "not really." you answered honestly, voice low as a mouse.

a low chuckle fell from the blonde's lips, eyes tracing your face. "i love that you can't lie."

you, not so much.

there were many things you could have went your entire life without telling jace but when presented with the right questions, you had no choice but to answer with the truth, unable to will a lie to stain your tongue.

your own eyes traced his face. you could feel the gentleness of his fingers against your thighs, they'd moved from your waist to the nakedness of your skin, inching just below the shirt that he'd drawn up more than he'd care to admit. from earlier activities, he knew that nothing lay beneath the shirt, it only egged him on more.

his eyes bored into yours, a grin against his lips. "you really love me, don't you?" it was more of a statement, not a question. he could see it in the way your eyes couldn't leave his, the way they traced his skin so gently. you two weren't exactly 'exclusive' just yet but he was yours and you were his, it was all that mattered to the both of you.

his fingers gently moved upwards causing air to trap in your throat. "you already know the answer to that." stating the truth but unable to admit what so desperately scratched at your tongue.

around him, you couldn't be held accountable for the tales you would tell.

"no lies there." he answered, lips attaching and detaching from your neck again. "but i want to hear you say it."

his hot breath against the nape of your neck along with the tone of voice he spoke in, one of certain demand, as if he were giving you straight obligations. it was enough to have your face hot and your hands clawing at his arms.

you didn't have to be inexperienced to get so flustered around jace, it simply happened. your voice was strained, holing in a mewl at the edge of your tongue. "i can't." voice broken and shattered.

it was hard to keep a steady breath when his fingers travelled further up your skin, lips sucking on the skin of your neck, creating what he'd soon assure you was simply a 'love bite' and assure you that it was nothing to be embarrassed about, convincing you to wear it about in the institute and have people look at you funny.

"yes, you can, angel." his voice reassuring and soft, his fingers gently squeezed at your thigh. however, you answered with only a shattered gasp leading his fingers to trail further and beneath the cotton shirt over your frame. "come on, baby, say it." voice a breathless whisper against your exposed skin. "lemme hear you say it, come on."

being a seelie, you were bound by the truth, unable to lie.

however, jace herondale was the reason your mouth would spew so many words.

he couldn't force the words out of you, that wasn't how being a seelie worked, he could make you talk. but he had such a good way at making you do it, manipulating your lips into moving.

perhaps it was the gentle hand that moved upwards to your pussy, collecting the wetness of your core and causing you to whine, the feeling of his thumb sinking down on your clit and gently circling it. "say it." he teased, smirking close to your cheek.

"i love you."

and jace wore a look of satisfaction, knowing you couldn't lie, knowing it had been the truth.

"good girl." left his lips, sinking back onto your neck and allowing the first finger to enter your core. you shook, your face pushing into his shoulder and muffling your noises. "wanna hear you." is all he mumbled back. "silencing rune is on the door, baby, no one will hear you but me."

and didn't that sound like an offer you simply couldn't give up.

once again, jace herondale managed to put you in a position where you couldn't so much as fight it. a whine left your lips, feeling him add a finger into your core and pump them in and out without grace, rapidly.

you had this thing about you, beautiful soft and slow. jace would like to add that he was quite the opposite. and he relished in it. he relished in using his fingers to ram inside your hole, the palm of his hand hitting against your clit and causing enough stimulation to have your back arching from the bed, hands pawing at him like a kitten, trying to hold onto whatever sense was left in your head, using him to ground you.

however, the more you grasped at his big arms, caging you, the deeper you fell.

it was almost impossible to will your mind back to reality and jace didn't bother to help. on the contrary, he pushed you even further.

"good girl, good girl." smiling gently as he repeated the words to himself. his free hand came down on your face, thumb swiping across your bottom lip and watching as your face scrunched up in emotions you couldn't quite string together. "such a good girl f'me, huh?" words as much of a tease as they were a praise. "my pretty girl, yeah? you my pretty girl?"

and you were so far gone that you couldn't register the words that moved from his mouth to your ears, nodding and babbling incoherent words, whines and whimpers stretching from your mouth.

finally, you felt the familiar knot inside your stomach and the boy did nothing to stop his movements, willing you over the edge until finally he felt your juices on his fingers. he brought his hand up to lick them off, watching as your eyes shut and your pawing hands pulled him closer.

this time, he moved with your hands, coming closer to your body and letting you grasp onto him, the only reality left.

and the words seemed metallic on your tongue, unable to string anything else together. "i love you." you whispered, hopelessly. "i love you." like a prayer on one's dying tongue.

there was something eerily comforting to jace, knowing you couldn't lie to him, bound only by the truth.

i love you too repeated in his own head, willing it to move to his tongue. jace wasn't like you, he had the option to lie, though he'd never do such a thing.

yet he found the words harder to lift onto his tongue, unknowing if you'd ever believe him in the assuredness that he believed you. perhaps it was everything he was afraid of.

which is why he said nothing.

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[zodiyack]

Pregnancy (A drabble)

Pairings: Jace Wayland x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, pregnancy

Words: 526

Author's note: Just a little idea. I can make this a full fic / miniseries. Only Y/N and Clary have gone in to see Magnus in private.

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Magnus hesitates when he passes Y/N. His expression shifts to one of concern and curiosity. "I'm surprised you're here."

Her brows furrow. "I'm a Shadowhunter, of course I'm here."

"Not that." He chuckles. "Given your predicament, I wouldn't expect you to join them on this journey."

"Why's that?" She asks, genuinely curious.

Magnus looks at her with amusement, then hovers his hand over her stomach. "You're with child."

Clary gasps in place of Y/N, who is too in shock to even react.

"No- I'm not... I mean, I've been sick lately, just... I'm not pregnant." She shakes her head, in denial.

"Y/N, I may not like your kind, but I would not deceive you. You. Are. Pregnant. I recommend that you withdraw from any strenuous missions, avoid putting stress on you and your baby, as well as putting yourself in danger if you wish to keep your child." He orders her. The topic is simply dropped when he returns to Clary.

(After the fight with the vampires)

"You really shouldn't have come, after what Magnus told you?" Clary announces to the group, but directs to Y/N.

Y/N widens her eyes and whips her head in Clary's direction. "Don't."

Jace looks at the two in concern and tilts his head. "What did Magnus tell you?"

Clary opens her mouth to speak. Y/N quickly replies, warning the redhead. "Don't. It's not yours to tell."

Izzy and Alec look at each other with confusion, but wait for Jace to reply. "What did the warlock tell you, Y/N?"

"Do we really have to do this right now?"

Clary rolls her eyes and speaks up, "How long are you gonna hide the fact that you're pregnant? They'll notice eventually! I mean, what about Jace?"

The three's eyes all widen at the reveal. Jace looks upset, but Y/N is livid. Seeing her reaction, Alec's expression darkens and he steps forward.

"Even if that is a concern, it's none of your business, Clary." Her name drips with venom when it comes from his mouth. "You've been ogling Jace since you got here. Your jealousy cannot hide forever either."

"But- Jace, she lied to you!" Clary averts her gaze in shame when he doesn't acknowledge her.

"Alec is right. Though I'm upset Y/N hid it..." Jace looks toward her with a sorry nod, "I still wish it would've been her to tell me, especially since it's between us. I've tried to brush off your advances, but I suppose I must be blunt now. I plan to stay with Y/N and my unborn child. The fact that you've known of our relationship and continued to pursue me has made me question whether I want to train you or not."

It's Izzy's turn to step forward. "We can talk about this later. For now, we need to get back to the institute and put Simon in the infirmary."

"Yeah." It's the only word Y/N lets out before she walks past Clary, bumping her shoulder on the way. Jace follows, also ignoring Clary. The girl can only watch and realize how much she's hurt him.

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Pride of Place

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QDBKck6 by goldfish_dispenser A series of short (<500 word) drabbles for pride month, based on the live creating prompts in the Malec Discord Server. M is the highest rating, but both rating and pairing will vary. Rating, pairing, and warnings will be specified at the top of each chapter. Happy Pride!! <3 Words: 3512, Chapters: 8/30, Language: English Fandoms: The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Gen, F/F Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Catarina Loss, Diana Wrayburn, Max Lightwood-Bane, Rafael Lightwood-Bane, Ragnor Fell, Raphael Santiago, Helen Blackthorn, Aline Penhallow, Jace Wayland Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood & Isabelle Lightwood, Catarina Loss & Diana Wrayburn, Magnus Bane & Ragnor Fell & Catarina Loss & Raphael Santiago, Helen Blackthorn/Aline Penhallow Additional Tags: Pride, Gay Pride, Discord: Malec Server, Inspired by Fleabag (TV), Oblivious Alec Lightwood, Canon Trans Character, Father's Day, Found Family, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - High School, Domestic Fluff, Foreplay read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QDBKck6

[half-bakedboy]

46."Come on, take my hand." + Jimon please?

"Come on, take my hand," Simon called.

Everything in Jace was screaming at him not to trust the newly turned vampire. He had never trusted a downworlder before—barely even trusted his own kind, really—but he didn’t have a choice. He was dangling off of the roof of the DuMort and even his Shadowhunter ability wasn’t enough to keep him from meeting his doom if he let go.

“I’ve got you, Jace, you have to trust me,” Simon pleaded again.

The sun was about to rise. Jace could see the burning ball of light lifting over the horizon. Simon was in danger and that knowledge was enough for him to take the chance—to trust when his mind and body told him to fear the word.

With the little strength he had left, he thrust his free hand up just enough for Simon to grasp onto his wrist. The grip hurt—deathly cold and cement-like fingers digging into his skin through his leather jacket, but it grounded Jace more than he thought possible. Simon grunted and pulled until Jace was back on top of the safety of the roof, holding onto Simon like his life depended on it.

Once he gained his footing, he glanced at Simon’s face, wanting to apologize or to thank him, but Simon’s eyes were staring over Jace’s shoulder at the brightening horizon behind them.

Jace didn’t give himself time to think. He wrapped his arms around Simon’s waist and pushed them both against the door to the small shed structure behind them, breaking it open to shelter them from the light. They were pressed against the back wall, Jace’s chest flush against Simon’s, both heavily panting even though Jace knew Simon didn’t have to breathe anymore. When he glanced around, he realized the structure was just that—a room on top of the roof with tools and supplies and no escape.

There wasn’t anywhere for Simon to go but at least he was protected, just as he had protected Jace.

“You saved my life,” Simon said after a few moments of relieved silence.

“Yeah, well, you saved mine first,” Jace answered, letting himself relax against Simon’s form.

After a few moments of silence, Simon noted, “So… I guess we’re stuck here in our heroics, then?” Jace huffed out a laugh.

“The sun won’t kill me,” Jace countered but when Simon’s face fell, he decided, “but I guess I can stay a little while.”

[imaginingyourfandom]

Hello could I please have “All I wanted was for you to be happy.” for Sebastian Verlac or for Jace in Shadowhunters please. I'd prefer Sebastian but it's up to you. Thank you.

warnings: none // drabble list: xx

SEBASTIAN VERLAC:

“You left! You left me.” You screamed at him. You loved Sebastian but he walked out when you needed him the most and for that, you weren’t sure you could ever forgive him. He left when you needed him the most.

Sebastian sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Be straight with me. I deserve an explanation. You left in the middle of the night, when I needed you the most. I want to hate you, I want to hate you so bad but I do love you.”

Sebastian couldn’t help the tear that fell, “All I wanted was for you to be happy. I couldn’t be what you wanted so I left. I’m not a good man and I didn’t want you to be dragged down with me.”

“But isn’t that for me to decide?”

“I’m sorry.”

JACE WAYLAND:

“Are you going to keep ignoring me?”

You shook your head, “I’m not ignoring you. Now, go away, I have to finish reading this before tomorrow and you’re not helping. Close the door after you on your way out.”

Jace grabbed the book from your hands, “That’s enough. I’m not going to let you ignore me any longer. Talk to me. Ever since Clary came to the institute, you have been ignoring me.”

“That’s why. You obviously care about her and I wasn’t going to let my feelings get in the way of that.  All I wanted was for you to be happy. She makes you happy. I’m sorry if you felt like I was ignoring you, I just want the best for you. I care about you, stupid.” You explained sadly.

Jace shook his head, “You should have just talked to me. I care about you too and I want nothing more than to be with you. Clary is a friend and I understand what it’s like to have someone you care about hurt and I would never wish that on someone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. Now come on, you owe me a night with no distractions.”

[industria-adastra]

Lack of love nourishes poison in my lungs

A/N: More or less a rewrite of a old one shot that’s just chilling in my personal blog (Here if you want to read it). Once again, I don’t really know what I’m doing. However, hanahaki au brainrot.

Summary:  Sebastian thinks about Clarissa at times. And as he does, he coughs out petals.

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When Jonathan, no, Sebastian (His name is Sebastian now, something that he chose for himself, something that is now his and only his) opens his eyes again, he feels that same itching in his throat, the tickling in his lungs that he could never explain before when he was merely Father’s little monster, still training to be the best weapon he could possibly be. He could not explain it even now, when he’s nearing adulthood. How strange that even dying once could not rid him of that irritating itch and ache within.

Sebastian wonders if Jace can feel it too now that he is bound to him through Lilith’s rune.

It was a slow day when he asked about it. “Jace.”

“Yeah?” Comes the reply.

“Do you ever feel an itch in your chest at times? Or perhaps experience coughing fits in the middle of doing something?”

“Nope, I don’t think I do...How come you’re asking?”

Interesting. Perhaps the bond did not allow them to share unique physical afflictions that ailed one party. Perhaps Lilith’s rune was weak in certain areas. He’d have to look more into demonic runes later.

“Sebastian?” Ah, right, Jace’s question. He hadn’t given an answer back yet.

“No reason.” There was no need to ponder upon the questions of the past for now. Sebastian needed to focus on the future now; his future, now bright and clear after Lilith (Clary, really, in her foolish fit of grief-stricken impulsiveness.) gifted him a second chance.

If he got the chance, he'd have to thank her for that.

On another boring and slow day he asks Jace about the fate of their (his) father since he clearly failed his goal in the War he waged with the Clave and the downworlders. After all, there was obviously no ongoing eradication of either fae, vampires, warlocks or werewolves and such currently happening. Was Father dead? Or was he stripped of his marks, forced to live as a mundane? It would be an amusingly cruel yet fitting punishment for his purity obsessed Father if that happened.

Jace tells him that Clarissa-his sister, who was nothing like him (or so he thought)-had changed the runes for Valentine’s name to her own, causing the angel Raziel to strike him down (With lighting brought down with righteous fury, a part of him jokes morbidly), for he was no longer considered the one who summoned him, killing him on the spot. Clarissa had then asked the angel to bring back Jace from the dead-Sebastian didn’t listen after that, since he already knew that anyway. (Why else would he be alive and walking again?)

But Sebastian found himself thinking of that single action Clarissa had taken. At sporadic periods of time during the days that passed by, he wonders and ponders and contemplates questions and what-ifs. He finds that he chokes up a near-concerning amount of petals during those times.

Little Clarissa, all sparks and spitfire but with no true bite had done that to Valentine? Indirectly murdered her own family in cold blood? Like light parting through mist, Sebastian’s world is illuminated once more. Clarissa, dear little sister, had killed their Father, and judging from the glances and the little that he had seen of her-was completely unaffected by it. This fact brought unexplainable hope in his twisted, blackened heart. Part of Sebastian shivers with excitement at the thought of her joining them, him.

Would she love him like she loved Jace? With a scorching intensity and undying loyalty that would tie them together forever, never to leave each other? If he cut her open, how much of him would he be able to see?

Perhaps, just maybe. Maybe.

Perhaps his sister was like him after all. Enough that he’d be able to take those strings that connected the two of them together and bind her to him-forever.

(Perhaps, he was not so truly alone.)

Sebastian coughs lightly, and a purple-blue petal comes out. His chest itches again, and his throat feels dusty and dry. How curiously annoying.

Nevertheless, he starts to wonder if Clarissa would ever join them.

He coughs up delicate pink petals at times. Whenever Sebastian saw a flash of red, an artist on the streets, the mesmerising crackle of flames or looks up at the stars. He’d cough up those annoying pink petals that scratched his throat and hindered his ability to properly speak at times. Sebastian ignores it, because it is something that he has lived with for the past seventeen years of his life. Albeit, it was without the flower petals. But he has lived with this irritating condition for so, so long, that he shoves the worry and confusion to the back of his mind and goes back to planning and preparing. (Sebastian pushes away memories of father sometimes coughing up what he later learned were daylily petals.)

Sebastian had no time for such thoughts and feelings. Time waits for no one. Heaven, and Hell, waited for no one. One couldn’t raise Hell without power. And he needed more of it-fast, before anyone could strike him down through Jace.

(His “brother” was a useful tool, but Sebastian couldn’t simply rely on one tool. He needed more.)

But he wonders.

He wonders if his sister would prefer to have some other clothes rather than wearing the ones Father had prepared in the hope his- her Mother would come around and joyfully leap back into his arms like she had never betrayed him, never left him for dead, never ran away from him. (How delusional of him. And yet, he prepares to do the same.)

Knowing Clary (and himself), she probably would.

[unstrrdy]

Stroll | Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland

Simon’s hands were wound around Jace’s left arm as the two walked the streets. He gave no shit even though he knew he looked like the clingiest lover. The action also kind of made everything two times harder than they should be. He was just content with the knowledge that Jace is comfortable doing this now. With him, too. 

Simon smiled when Jace casually put his left hand in his pocket as if the weight of Simon’s hands were his own.

They continued walking their lax pace when Simon felt Jace slightly tense his biceps and triceps to announce their existence, again. 

“Are you doing that on purpose?” Simon tilted his head at him.

“What?” Jace looked at his boyfriend, still pulling them forward.

“The- the flexing thing,” Simon squeezed Jace’s upper arm with furrowed eyebrows and a small smile. “You're gorgeous, babe. I know that, quite personally too.”

“You hold it all the time,” Jace tried to say nonchalantly. “And as your boyfriend, I’m kind of always motivated to impress you.” 

“You mean to say: the alpha male in you is literally telling you that you have to prove that you’re a good mate who can protect us,” Simon lifted his eyebrows, slowing them to a stop. People walked around and passed by them without giving a second glance.

“Well, actually…” Jace quirked his lips, shaking his head slowly.

“The alpha male in you is an idiot because I need no man.” Simon smirked, tugging them forward. He looked intently into Jace’s eyes and softened his smile. “But you know I want you.”

“And you have me,” Jace nodded and allowed a small smile. “Meanwhile, I still want to have that coffee.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “Your aversion to verbalization of affection is very alpha male of you.”

“You’re really pushing that comparison, babe.” Jace used his right hand to fix Simon’s right hand into his left, before he shrugged. “It doesn’t kill me to be romantic. I just believe in timing.” 

Jace kissed Simon’s cheek and grinned. “I absolutely adore you, Simon.”

Simon’s smile grew into an ecstatic grin. “Oh my fuck. That was cute, though? What’s next? Dancing in the rain? Sugary-sweet nicknames? Serenading?”

“What’s next is coffee. Then that movie. Like we planned. Come on.”

[iamanhonestmess]

Clace and is there anything you cannot do with that tongue 👅 prompt 💛💚💚 love your acc btw

“Is there anything you cannot do with that tongue?” Clary asks as Jace spits out the twisted up cherry stem into his palm.

Jace shrugs. “Maybe, but I’m much more concerned with what I can do with my tongue,” he says suggestively, winking at her. “If you know what I mean.”

Clary laughs. “Oh. Is that so?” She leans forward so she’s closer to him. “Are you trying to threaten me with a good time?”

“If by good time, you mean the ride of your life… then yes.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“What do you say?” Jace asks, licking his lips. “You want a test ride.”

“I mean… when you put it like that…” Clary looks around seeing no one in the institute around them at that moment. She stands up, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go. Now!” she exclaims, dragging him from his chair and down the corridor to her room.

[donewithdisworld]

Day 6 - Kids

“Of all of the shittiest things you could’ve done,” groused Carter, eyeing Hiccup as he rubbed an ointment to help with Horus’ new bruise.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose,” Hiccup replied, handing Horus one of the many bottles of water Percy brought for the picnic.

“You didn’t , huh?” Carter gave him a pointed look over Horus’ head.

“No. ”

For the first time since Carter told him to sit, Horus spoke up. Catching Carter’s hand that was distributing the ointment, he pulled Carter to stand in front of him. He gently squeezed tense hands as he stared into worried hazel.

“Carter, it’s okay. I’m not bleeding, nothing is broken, and Hiccup and I understand each other. There was no ill-will.”

Carter stared at the two of them, then threw his hands in the air, the ointment flying out of his hand and hitting Nico. “Children! The both of you!”

Horus and Hiccup watched the shorter man storm off, snapping at Nico to fuck off. Nico walked over to them with the ointment, a bit confused.

“What did you two do? He’s not normally this cranky.”

From behind Horus and Hiccup, Jace spoke up from where he was fixing himself a burger. “They acted like kids on the playground...Idiots.”

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(Really just an idea, but I'd love to make it a miniseries!) Magnus informs Jace's girlfriend that she's pregnant, and a jealous Clary breaks the news.

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Pride of Place

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QDBKck6 by goldfish_dispenser A series of short (<500 word) drabbles for pride month, based on the live creating prompts in the Malec Discord Server. M is the highest rating, but both rating and pairing will vary. Rating, pairing, and warnings will be specified at the top of each chapter. Happy Pride!! <3 Words: 3512, Chapters: 8/30, Language: English Fandoms: The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Gen, F/F Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Catarina Loss, Diana Wrayburn, Max Lightwood-Bane, Rafael Lightwood-Bane, Ragnor Fell, Raphael Santiago, Helen Blackthorn, Aline Penhallow, Jace Wayland Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood & Isabelle Lightwood, Catarina Loss & Diana Wrayburn, Magnus Bane & Ragnor Fell & Catarina Loss & Raphael Santiago, Helen Blackthorn/Aline Penhallow Additional Tags: Pride, Gay Pride, Discord: Malec Server, Inspired by Fleabag (TV), Oblivious Alec Lightwood, Canon Trans Character, Father's Day, Found Family, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - High School, Domestic Fluff, Foreplay read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QDBKck6

[half-bakedboy]

Tipsy Jimon accidental first kiss college AU? If you wanna get real funky throw in some roommates?

Jace didn’t think it was possible to dislike the one person he had to like his freshman year at Idris Institute as much as he disliked Simon Lewis. He had three-too-many nerdy posters on his side of the dorm and always forgot to pick up his boxers and shows from Jace’s side. He listened to his music too loud and Jace wasn’t completely sure he knew that he was always humming along to the lyrics to every single song. 

On top of that, Simon had the audacity to complain about the entirely less annoying things Jace did. It wasn’t his fault that his rugby gear smelled less than pristine after a match or that he didn’t make his bed (which Jace couldn’t see as a problem because it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying to impress anyone, as Simon often reminded him.)

He was excited to have the dorm to himself, for the first night since they had been matched as roommates, and had just laid down in his bed for a much needed night of the horror flicks Simon never allowed him to watch without headphones, when there was a tentative knock on his door. He growled, an almost feral noise he barely recognized, as he walked to the door and flung it open, a multitude of colorful phrases on the tip of his tongue. 

But he didn’t have time to say anything, as a pair of lips were on his. He didn’t see who they belonged to, but felt a cloth brush the skin of his nose and realized the man was blindfolded. It was a common freshman game; blindfold the unsuspecting student outside of the dorms, bring him up to a random hallway, and have them knock on the first door that called to them. It had never been done to Jace, but who was he to mess with tradition. 

He gripped the man’s slender waist, sliding his hands under the t-shirt the brushed against his knuckles. He was surprised to find a solid, muscled back under his palms and decided whoever it was must have spent at least some time at the gym. The man’s hands were nowhere for Jace to feel, probably too nervous that a stranger was kissing him back, and Jace felt a need to change that. 

His hands slid down the soft skin and gripped at the man’s wrists, pushing the palms up his abs and around his waist before he bit down none too gently on the stranger’s bottom lip. There was a soft moan that seemed to echo in Jace’s mind, a beautiful sound that shot straight down to his groin. The sounds of cheering, catcalls, and whistles broke both of them out of whatever stupor the kiss had thrown them into and Jace struggled to pull away. 

“Hi, I’m--” The man started and stopped so quickly, Jace forced himself to open his eyes. Simon stood in front of him, his cheeks flushed, his lips red and swollen from Jace’s teeth, and when Jace’s eyes dropped, the bulge in his pants was very evident. “Jace?!” Simon yelped as he jumped back, hitting the edge of the door with his elbow. 

“No, I’m Jace. And you’re going to tell your friends goodnight and get your surprisingly attractive ass back in our room,” Jace demanded, no heat in his tone. Simon nodded, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and he absently waved at his friends until the door closed behind him. 

“We should--” 

“Talk?” Somehow, when they ended up in Jace’s bed, talking was the last thing on both of their minds. 

[showandwrite]

2 with Jace Wayland?

Jace Wayland - “Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Jace!” You placed a hand on his shoulder and firmly you pulled him into your small hiding place. You knew that the wolves were close, closer than you would want to. But you knew that someone else was close too. “You can’t go to Alec…” You shook your head, but Jace only frowned his eyebrows. 

“Of course I can. He’s my brother. I have to.” He wanted to free himself from your grip, but you tightened it and pulled him towards you again. 

“The clave is here, Jace.” You exhaled and you felt your heart beating in your chest. “They know that Alec is here and they know that you’re the only one who can save him." 

"Why should that matter?” Jace swallowed. “I’m losing time!” He raised his voice and you felt your eyes watering. 

“They will lock you up and who knows, maybe they’ll even kill you for everything you’ve done while you’ve been with Valentine. And I know that none of it was your fault, but I don’t want to lose you!”

“Have you lost your damn mind?” Jace hissed between his teeth. “My brother is dying and you’re asking me to save my own skin? To run and let him die instead? Alec didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Jace, please…” You begged once more and the tears rolled down your cheeks while you wrapped your arms around the fierce hunter and pressed him to your chest. “What am I going to do when you’re not there anymore?”

“You’re gonna move on. I don’t care how. Find a way.” Jace pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I’m gonna save my brother. No matter what happens next.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and then he kissed your lips shortly. “I’m sorry. About everything." 

You held your breath while you watched him turning around and walking away. You knew deep down that he was right, that he couldn’t let Alec die because he was afraid of what would happen next. You just knew that if Jace would die, a little part of you would die with him. 

[sxgitta]

time.

❛ that’s all jace needed, right now. nothing more. ❜

Here. I wrote a super sad Jace drabble for my wife. Spoilers contained: After the ending of 3A. Its um, Really Sad™. So here you go. 

                ( warning: throw up mentions )

&& --  Google Doc Here.

[sweetpeapapi]

Dating Jace Wayland would include...

- Flirting with each other 24/7 - Alec going mad because of the flirting - Izzy rolling her eyes at the two of you - He is a massive fan of PDA - Especially when he gets jealous - He would wrap his arms around your waist - He would kiss you in front of the stranger he was jealous of - He would turn towards the stranger and say something like "she's mine. Get lost." - You rolling your eyes and teasing him about being jealous - He would never admit it, but the look on his face said enough - Jealous, possessive sex - Boy, would he show you who you belonged to - Always being sore the morning after - Him always taking care of you though - He would teach you how to defend yourself - The two of you kicking ass together - Him hurting everyone that tries to hurt you - You doing the same for him - Jace kicking Raphael's ass when he starts flirting with you - You being jealous of Clary - Not being able to stand the way she looks at him - Telling her to back away from your man - Not being afraid to use violence in doing so (but it never gets that far) - Jace getting a boner at the most random times - Because he thinks you are so fucking hot - You being flustered about it but taking care of that for him anyways