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imaginesmai · 5 years

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Jace Wayland- (Don’t) care

Requested a long time ago by @badasseddy, I’m sorry again I lost your request😭 If this has happened to any of you, please message me! I hope you like it

Plot: Jace’s carefree attittude is going to have terrible consequences for once.

Warnings: this is part of the angst alphabet, so please RAPE THIS CONTAINS RAPE.

Jace slammed the door of your house with a huff. He threw his jacket to the ground, not bothering to leave it on the coat rack or check if you were still behind him. The lights came off after him, and he didn’t care if you could see where you were going or not. Jace didn’t care about much in that moment, all he felt was a deep and burning anger in his body, his fist tensed and veins popping out. Your annoyed voice calling out of him only made it worse.

“Come on, Jace!” you tried to keep up with his long steps. “You’re being a child.”

“Funny that is you saying that” he chuckled, turning on the small lamp of the living room.

“I just wanted to help you” you rolled your eyes, placing carefully the coat on the couch.

“You don’t think I can defend myself?! I’ve done it thousands of times before, and I can keep doing it, thank you very much!” Jace turned to look at you, and then muttered to himself “I don’t need your fucking help”

“I didn’t know it was such a deal, sorry I hurt your masculinity” you joked, your hands up in the hair and doing exaggerated movements. “Gosh, next time you can clean up your mess on your own.”

“My mess? Are you serious right now? The guy was looking for a fight! It was not definitely my fault.”

By that point, you had already reached the bottom of the cute stairs that lead to the bedrooms. Usually, they were Jace’s favourite place; you took there Christmas photos with the rest of the ‘family’, and he kept one of them with just the two of you in his wallet.

In that moment he simply didn’t care.

There was a wooden table between the two of you, with all the weapons you had chosen for that night. Where you had went to a club to get a vampire before he killed everyone in there; and that was the original, and only, plan. Jace wasn’t supposed to talk to the guy who was serving the drink, wasn’t supposed to mock him neither threaten him.

“No offense, Jace, but the threats didn’t help the situation” you laughed a little. You had been in that argument since he got into the car with you and started giving you those long stares that wanted nothing but fights. “If I hadn’t stepped in between, you two would’ve reached the fists. And, guess what? That wasn’t on the plan!”

“Everything is about the plan, now?” he sassed. Everyone knew he was the most rebellious of the group, and it was a wonder how he ended up with you; a rightful follower of the rules. You were starting to wonder that too.

“Yes, the plan, Jace. The one you were supposed to follow.”

“Stop talking about the plan!” he shouted at you. “Everything would had gone just right if it wasn’t for you!”

“Me?! At least, I don’t screw things! Or do I have to remind you the incident with the…what were they names? Whatever! The mundanes!”

“Clary, Y/N” he scoffed. “Her name was Clary, and she wasn’t a problem.”

“So you can’t remember her name but not to follow the plan?”

It was true that, maybe, you were a little jealous, or very, very jealous. The girl had appeared in your world to make everything harder, destroying Alec and Jace’s friendship and keeping your boyfriend to herself. You had talked about it with Jace before, and he had assured you, between soft laughs, that she was just a friend. Still, the heat of the argument had made you bring her up.

“Well, at least she wouldn’t be this annoying!” Jace screamed one last time. “I can’t-I swear, I can’t stand you!”

“Okay! Fine!” you pulled your hand up and let out a sarcastic chuckle. “I’m out.”

“Out? What’s-Hey! Where are you going!”

“To clear my fucking head before I’m framed for your murder!” you yelled as you turned on your feet, walking back the path you had done just a few minutes ago.

“Alright! Go, and see if I care!”

He did care, and he realised the weight of his words just when you closed the door and the pictures on the walls shook. Sighing, he walked up the stairs and reached your bedroom. You would come back, that was what he said to himself. It was not the first fight you had, neither the first time any of you walked out of the house to avoid bigger arguments. Jace sat on the bed an gripped the ends of his blonde hair, already regretting his words. Of course you weren’t annoying, yet he knew how much it hurt you to talk about Clary and he thought that it would be a good idea to talk about it. Anything was better than to admit that the guy had been making comments about that dress you loved so much, and that he had started the argument because he couldn’t stand the thought of you hearing those nasty comments. Not after seeing your excited face about the dress.

Meanwhile, you walked to the nearest park and sat on the swing, allowing yourself to calm down as you felt the cool air blowing against your skin.

“He’s an idiot” you muttered to yourself.

Tears blurred your vision as you fixed your gaze on the ground, so you decided to look instead to the sky. The night sky calmed you enough to make your breathing go back to normal and keep the tears away. A few minutes passed as you gazed at the stars, lost in your thoughts until you noticed a man walking down the sidewalk.

He looked slightly alarmed when he looked up and saw you just some meters away. Too quickly for your liking, he ran towards your spot and stopped in front of you, placing his hands on his knees.

“Hi miss” the stranger said, apparently out of breath. “I don’t want to be any bother, but would you happen to know the time?”

“Sure” you turned on your phone and looked at the clock. “Half past one, sir”

“Thank you”

You gave him a small smile and nodded. Still, he didn’t move and kept staring at you. After shifting the weight of his body from leg to leg, he decided to talk again.

“Are you- I’m sorry for asking, but are you alright? You seem upset”

“I’m fine. Long day” you avoided his eyes, looking instead to the street in front of you.

“Oh. Right” he chuckled. “Well, would you- This is weird, I know… do you want to grab something with me?”

“That’s really sweet, but no, thank you”

There was a small twitching in his eye that you didn’t like one bit, not that he didn’t see as tired as before or that he had a perfect clock on his left hand. Looking around, you realised that no one was around, and the houses didn’t have the lights on. Cold sweat began to run down your neck when you thought about your weapons left in the living room desk.

“Alright, alright” the stranger raised his hands. “My bad, what about a walk?”

“I just don’t think my boyfriend would be too pleased about that, I’m sorry”

The words you used were kind, but your tone was harsh and demanding. You kept your eyes on him, but the exhaustion from the fight at the club and Jace’s argument made you less focused. With a fast movement, he threw you backwards, making you hit your head hard against the metal pool supporting the swing set.

You felt the area of impact and looked at your hand to find blood. In that park, everything seemed to be suddenly ten times more silent, your head throbbing and dizzy. You tried to move so that you could fight back, yet the man took advantage of your split second of shock and slammed your head into the pole again, making you feel even more confused.

If he was going to prey on your moment of weakness, then coward was not a strong enough word to describe his appalling personality. His sickening smirk and another hit to your head was the last thing you noticed. Then, your nightmare began.

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The first time he did it, was the worse. You were too lucid not to notice the movement of his hips on top of you, the pain between your legs. You had cried, screamed, sobbed and begged. Still, the man didn’t stop his movement, not until you felt him leaking out of you. Arms and legs tied up in the different posts of the beds, you couldn’t move, and got stuck with the sick feeling in the bottom of you stomach. Still, you didn’t give up, because Jace would find you, because he cared.

The second day, you tried to think about other things. As he pounded into you and touched every inch of your body, you thought about happy memories. Isabelle and you dancing the night away. In and out. Alec’s training with you, the laughs and the jokes. He kept still, wanting you to feel him inside. Catching Magnus and Alec making out in the elevator, long talks with them. His meaty fingers touched your sensitive spot, yet only pain came out of it. Jace. He finished with a long moan, and left you there again. Jace, he wouldn’t leave you alone, you knew, because he cared.

On the fourth day, he decided to try something different. Raping you didn’t make you scream anymore, so he tried cutting, biting, cutting and bruising. Again, you screamed until your throat was sore, and he laughed until he had tears on his eyes. You wondered if Jace cared about you enough to look for you.

Soon, a week passed and you didn’t recognised yourself in the mirror. Skinny arms, bruised legs and big bags under your eyes. You had tried to escape, but the chain that usually started on the wall and finished on your neck was a big obstacle. Besides, that guy held especial love for punishments.

“Hey, baby doll?” you heard his voice from downstairs. “Dinner is ready!”

You were enjoying one minute of peace alone in the attic, your will of leaving non-existent. Like a robot, you walked downstairs with the stupid white dress he had bought you; it made you pretty, he had said. Truth was he liked to see the bruises shinning against the white fabric.

The place where he was holding you was really small. A house with two floors, one kitchen and two rooms. You didn’t know what was on the second one, neither wanted to find out. As he said, it was the punishment room, and it scared you to the core.

He was waiting for you in the kitchen, as always. Disgusting food on the table, cocky smirk on his face and the zipper of his pants low.

“I made eggs today” he cheered, signalling with his head to the small plate on your side of the table. “Hope you like them, I really put all my effort on them”

They weren’t eggs probably, just another soup that smelled like shit. You sat on the chair in silence, your hand folded in your lap. As he shook his head and pointed to the floor, you wondered if Jace still cared about you. As you kneeled in front of him and took his dick out, dried tears in your cheeks, you wondered if Jace had ever cared about you.

Suddenly, the small window that was always closed broke, and a small ball flew into the room. He got up quickly, putting his dick back into his pants and you wiped your mouth with shaky hands, knowing that if he saw you doing that you would be punished. He didn’t see. The only thing he was aware of was a small click and a huge white smoke cloud filling the whole place. Then, darkness.

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Jace Wayland liked to think was brave. He didn’t cry when his father died, he didn’t cry when almost everyone left him, and he didn’t cry when many of his friends were killed by his reckless actions. You used to say to him that it was okay to cry, it didn’t mean that he was weak, just that he had feelings and was brave enough to let them show.

That was what he was doing at that moment, and he was cursing himself for it. He had to be focused; after a long week, they had managed to find where the psycho had you hidden; he had always thought that you would die because of some supernatural being, not by a rapist and a killer.

“Jace” he heard Alec mumbling beside him. His friend put one hand on his shoulder, trying to calm his shaking. “Maybe you should go back to the van.”

“No” Jace voice, even small, held no doubts. “We’ve talked about this, I’m coming with you.”

“If something happens in there, you can get her killed” Isabelle interrupted, rolling her eyes. She knew it wasn’t his fault, but since you disappeared she had given him the cold shoulder.

Jace blinked the tears from his eyes and decided to ignore her; enough guilt and pain were filling his body. He took a shaky breath and let Magnus know that he could throw the bomb.

It wasn’t a bomb, he would never put your life at risk. He just wanted to guy knocked out cold so that he could get you; then, Jace himself would take care of the guy. The night sky was suddenly illuminated with the light from inside the house, and they all heard the man screaming and then two loud thuds. It was silent for a few seconds, Alec holding Jace down so he couldn’t run to you so quickly.

When he let him loose, Jace was the first one to enter the house. He broke the door down with a rune and ran inside the room. He had to cover his mouth with his arm and, still, coughed when the disgusting smell reached his nose.

“Do-Where is she?!” Isabella asked behind him. Magnus and Alec ran towards the man, who was unconscious and tired him down so he wouldn’t scape. “I can’t see her.”

“There might be more” Magnus warned from his place on the ground. “Search in the others rooms before-“

Jace didn’t hear anything else, since in his line of vision appeared a bruised hand. He walked a few steps forward, watching your body being revealed from the other side of the table.

“Jace? What are you-Oh my god!” he heard Isabelle choking on his breath behind him, but he couldn’t look at her.

Not when you were in front of him, laying on the ground in a fetal position, bruised an bleeding. He didn’t remember dropping to his knees or cupping your face between his hands, he only noticed where he was when Alec took a hyperventilating Isabell out of the house. His knees hurt from the impact and his vision was blurry, yet he was awfully aware of your fragile body in his arms.

You were thinner, your hair was shorter and your body showed him the hell you had been through. Jace didn’t recognize his own sobs until the tears made contact with your closed eyes. Carefully, he wiped them out of your face, and for a second your eyes fluttered.

“Y-Y/N?” he whispered, repeating the movement once more. He watched as you did the same, and opened your mouth slowly. “Hey, love. Can, can you hear me?”

He was met with silence, but he got a faint glint of the colour of your eyes. A small, teary, happy laugh left his lips, and he pressed them in your forehead. When he looked back, you had a sad smile on your face with your eyes closed, and his heart beat for the first time in a week.

Sirens were heard in the distant, and Jace sat besides you, placing you on his lap. He breathed you in, ignoring the foreign smells and focusing on yours. His hands, without thinking, went to your cheek, and he started drawing small circles. While he rocked you both and checked that you were awake, he repeated the same words again and again.

“I care, I do care, love”

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hannahlily · 2 years

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Masterlist

*= smut

$= fluff

%= angst

Seven Deadly Sins:

Ban

Rewrite the stars$

Shadowhunters

Simon Lewis

Rescue%&

Ouran High School Host Club:

Tamaki

Parent Teacher Day*

Supergirl:

Alex

On The Fire Escape%$

Poor Alex*

Grishaverse:

Jesper Fahey

Fluff Alphabet $

Dress Up $

My Hero Academia:

Denki Kaminari

To Little or to Much*

The Vampire Diaries:

Damon

Fatal Bite%

Elijah

Stolen Moments$

Riverdale

Reggie Mantle

After Hours$

#masterlist #Please request stuff #hannahlily posts

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kaiunkaiku · 3 years

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writing list but make it annoying

current project: bnha hurt/comfort alphabet challenge

i keep the right to refuse to write a character, ship or scenario i dislike or find uncomfortable. i’m also not up to date with everything

the characters listed are the characters i’m willing to write suffering. other characters can and will appear in other roles. other characters may be carefully considered upon request and a specific prompt.

aus are friends, at least sometimes. trans headcanons are a recurring fave. not into crossovers, but fandom fusions can pique my interest.

i’m mainly a hurt/comfort writer, but i’m not totally opposed to writing straight-up soul-crushing angst, or tooth-rotting fluff for that matter.

i’m pretty particular about my ships, and i have elaborated on the ones i feel are relevant. the rest of them i feel are fairly obvious. i’m also very into found family, platonic relationships, siblings, etc. not totally opposed to exploring other things as well. my two modes tend to be gen and m/m with the occasional f/f though.

“possibly” means give me a prompt i can work on instead of just “something with this character” or in certain circumstances

completely sfw all the way through

the list is very much subject to change based on what my adhd ass is currently watching or rewatching

anime & manga (& adjacent)

19 days

mo guan shan

ao no exorcist

rin

blue lock

reo

chigiri

bachira

boku no hero academia

bakugou

jirou

aizawa

todoroki

tamaki

possibly tokoyami

possibly shinsou

kiribaku, tododeku, erasermic, momojirou, miritama, shinkami, inatodo, shoutoko

bungou stray dogs

chuuya

akutagawa

code:breaker

toki

d.gray-man

kanda

bak

not into yullen

daiya no ace

ryousuke

miyuki

jun

possibly haruichi

kuraryou is love, kuraryou is life. also tetsujun, willing to write miyusawa and furuharu

dr. stone

gen

sengen, f o u n d f a m i l y

free!

rin

possibly sousuke

possibly makoto (only in the context of soumako)

rinharu, makorin, soumako, platonic sourin

fullmetal alchemist

roy

haikyuu!!

iwaizumi

kuroo

yaku

noya

kageyama

yamaguchi

possibly akaashi

possibly suga

possibly kyoutani

possibly kenma

multishipping trash: iwaoi, kuroken, kuroyaku, kurodai, asanoya, levyaku, bokuroo, bokuaka, daisuga, tsukkiyama, kagehina, kyouhaba, also platonic everything

hamatora

birthday

reshidei, also into birthday & nice bromance

hunter x hunter

killua

kurapika

possibly shoot

jujutsu kaisen

inumaki

yuuji

possibly megumi

itafushi, whatever's the ship name for inumaki and okkotsu

katekyo hitman reborn

gokudera

possibly squalo

possibly enma

8059 owns my soul, also into d18, 3318, xs, 2700

kimetsu no yaiba

sanemi

kuroko no basket

takao

kasamatsu

possibly aomine

possibly akashi

possibly kuroko

midotaka, kikasa, aokise, aokaga, kagakuro, akafuri

kyoukai no kanata

hiroomi

mo dao zu shi

jin ling

jiang cheng

naruto

neji

gaara

iruka

possibly shikamaru

no.6

nezumi

noragami

yato

just keep it platonic here y’all

one piece

zoro

law

crew as family + zosan, lawlu

prince of tennis

akaya

shishido

promare

lio

shaman king

ren

sk8

cherry

miya

matchablossom, platonic everything

soul eater

soul

stein

kid

akane

yowamushi pedal

arakita

makishima

shinara, fukuara, toumaki, tadomaki, also family dynamics

yuri!!! on ice

yurio

otayuri, also skate dads

zankyou no terror

nine

cartoons

avatar

zuko

young justice

dick

tv shows

the 100

murphy

raven

murphamy, spacekru

shadowhunters

magnus

mcu

tony

matt

#my writing #whump #fanfiction #sickfic

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shadowhunterspolycule · 4 years

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Tag list

Regarding characters: all characters will be tagged as their full names. The exception to this is Meliorn, who does not have a last name, and therefore will only be tagged “meliorn”

Regarding relationships: Romantic relationships will be tagged as their own names. The possible romantic relationships within the polycule are: saphael (simon x raphael), raphaeliorn (raphael x meliorn), maiaphael (maia x raphael), saia (simon x maia), melia (meliorn x maia), siliorn (simon x meliorn), isabeliorn (izzy x meliorn), clizzy (clary x izzy), claia (clary x maia), maiabelle (maia x izzy), saiaphael (simon x maia x raphael), saphaeliorn (simon x raphael x meliorn), maiaphaeliorn (maia x raphael x meliorn), saialiorn (simon x maia x meliorn), claiabelle (clary x maia x izzy), saiaphaeliorn (simon x maia x raphael x meliorn), and shadowhunters polycule (the whole mess at once). Posts that feature two ships with the same character but are not in a three-way dynamic (for example, clizzy and isabeliorn) will simply be tagged as both ships. Platonic ships will be tagged as Character A & Character B, with characters sorted by alphabetical order

Regarding content: Explicit stuff will be tagged “smut”, explicit stuff that mentions trans people’s bodies/genitals will be tagged “trans character smut”, explicit images will be tagged “image smut”. Potentially triggering topics will be tagged as “(content) tw” and you can ask for any tw to be added. Otherwise, general tags as found on ao3 will be used to sort content (such as “fluff”, “crack”, “humor”, “hurt/comfort”, “angst” and others)

Regarding type of post: fanfics will be tagged “fic”, fanart will be tagged “art”, memes will be tagged “meme”, headcanons will be tagged “headcanon”. Gifsets will be tagged “gifset”, text posts “text”, image posts “image” and so on.

Regarding headcanons: if you wish to search for posts that include a specific headcanon, they will be tagged “(characteristic) character”. For example: “autistic maia roberts”, “trans raphael santiago”, “nonbinary meliorn”, “lesbian clary fray”, and so on. “Asexual raphael santiago” is canon, not headcanon, but will also be its own tag for people who want to find posts that specifically go into that, although raphael is always asexual and sex-repulsed in every single post written in this blog, whether it mentions it explicitly or not. The same applies to Simon’s jewishness, which will also be a tag

#tag list #rules #FAQ #about the blog

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ao3feed-malec · 5 years

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The ABC’s of a Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oxaDkk

by rareformofwolfsbane

A collection of alphabet kisses.

Words: 378, Chapters: 1/26, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Romance, Drama, Drabble Collection

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2oxaDkk

#malec #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #shadowhunters

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en-ki-duu · 6 years

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Fic Question Meme

What is your total word count on AO3? 139,717. This is a lot more than I feel like I’ve written so yay

How often do you write? Since I joined discord and see people writing all the time, I’m inspired to write a little every day, but it’s usually too hard to find the energy to write more than that. Every once in a while, I write a lot? And then I go back to being a slooow snail again haha

Do you have a routine for writing?

Well, I write the scenes that pop into my head, whatever they are (usually the emotional bits), and if lucky, I successfully thread them together into a coherent story. It’s all very messy and out of order. Does that count as a routine?

What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing?

I’m gonna go with the Steve/Tony ship (i ship a lot of stuff haha). Fave things, well, pretty much anything that involves angst! (and really :D anything can be angsty if you try hard enough) I’m happy whether there’s a happy ending or not. Be dark, be heartbreaking, be “i hate you, i love you” or any combo like that, and i will love it!! Enemies to lovers = <3. lovers to enemies = <3. it’s complicated = <3

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

Right now it’s Eat Your Heart Out because it was soooo fun to write a dark mermaid fic! It’s 616 canon divergent Steve/Tony, ft. Hydra?Tony and fucked up memory stuff. It’s probably less violent than it sounds. Fun fun fun. Maybe not for the characters though, oops.

Your fic with the most kudos?

Safety Net at 412, which is a super random Saphael fic from Shadowhunters. I really can’t say I liked the fic much though... it was just random words mushed together, sooo. glad other people seem to like it though

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

do you want this listed alphabetically or? LOL. Hmm, I feel like my dialogue is very weird sometimes, how to word? I don’t know how to write scenes with multiple people, i don’t know how to balance setting with story, i don’t know HOW TO PLOT

Now something you do like?

Uh, oh! I guess my writing can be pretty sometimes. I’m p happy with the style, overall, as it’s just very fun for me to write the way I do. I get yelled at sometimes for inflicting pain upon readers (in the flattering way), so i think i succeed when i write angst and dark stuff, hurray :D

THANK @ironlawyer AND @festiveferret AND @firelightmystic for tagging me <3 !!! SORRY i am so slow... and i’m gonna tag, oh gosh, who even hasnt done this yet i dont know?? i stopped tumblring for a bit. NO PRESSURE! @ayapandagirl @juuls @veldeia <3

#meme #writing

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ao3feed-jalec · 7 years

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Fight

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2vFyDUh

by soldierspoem

In which Jace fights homophobic assholes.

Words: 1100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Jalec Alphabet

Fandoms: The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments (Movies), The Mortal Instruments (Movies) RPF, Shadowhunters (TV), Shadowhunters (TV) RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood

Relationships: Alec Lightwood/Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood & Jace Wayland

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Fights, Protective Jace Wayland, Jace Wayland Feels, Nervous Alec, Insecure Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood & Jace Wayland Friendship, Homophobic Language, Homophobia, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Angry Jace, Jace Wayland Deserves Nice Things

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2vFyDUh

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jalec #shadowhunters

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just-jordie-things · 7 years

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300 FOLLOWERS!? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GUYS SO I WENT THRU AND ANSWERED THE ASKS

1. what’s your favorite food?

i think sushi. smoked eel nigiri roll, and trust me, it’s amazing

2. do you have any ‘special’ talents?

maybe writing idk i’m an average writer

3. what’s your zodiac sign?

leo

4. have any siblings? older or younger? brother or sister? do you get along?

younger brother, and we’re like best friends. we get into a lot of trouble together

5. what was your first ship?

the first one i was head over heels for would be scallison. still am.

6. how old are you?

16 in july

7. if you had to get married right now, who would you choose and why?

ummm dyaln o’brien? sorry that was an unrealistic question i’m probably always gonna answer with him. a l w a y s

8. any interesting life mini stories?

ok so last summer, i was hanging out with my bff @taegdcl1018, and she lives by the playground so we went to hang out there. it was real chill, swinging and listening to music and stuff. and when i got up and started walking, there was A BEE ON MY SHIRT. so i screamed, and started wigging out, and of course brooklyn is like ‘girl chill’ (and tbh bees don’t scare me that much) anyways, this bee is still on my shirt, and im running around, and it’s still stuck on it. and THAT my sweeties, is how i took my shirt off in a public playground. NO WORRIES THO! there was no one around besides me and my bff, and she gave me her over shirt thingy before we left. (also, it’s still difficult for me to wear that shirt. it’s like i have PTSD)

9. who are your favorite artists/musicians right now?

melanie martinez, twenty one pilots, lana del rey, halsey, marilyn manson, blue october, blackbear, arctic monkeys, and kaleo

10. Want kids? Why?

i like the idea, but i think i’d say no. i’m just not that responsible, not enough to care for a little person who would need me

11. hobbies?

writing, reading, playing piano, drawing, collaging (if that’s how you’d put it?) and editing

12. any pets?

oui, a chihuahua named delilah that my friends and i call taco

13. favorite ship(s)?

STYDIA MALEC MALIRA SCALIA AND MANIGGY

14. best cartoon?

Bob’s Burgers. I love it.

15. best friends?

@taegdcl1018 and @peter-andhislostgirls. they’re my besties. we’re mermaids.

16. what color are your eyes?

morning sky blue lmao

17. what is your relationship status?

utterly single but flirting

18. favorite pair of shoes?

PURPLE CONVERSE I PAINTED WHITE AND USED SHARPIE TO WRITE STUFF ON

19. favorite snapchat filter?

the bunny with the snow lol

20. favorite book?

The Replacement, by Brenna Yovanoff

21. opinion on drugs/alcohol?

gross. i don’t like to judge, but I don’t like people throwing their lives away.

22. dream vacation?

Los Angeles. everywhere there, just walking in the streets and listening to music

23. how many pictures are on your phone?

2,030

24. best ice cream flavor?

chocolate chip cookie dough with hot fudge

25. where do you go to shop?

hot topic and forever 21 are my favorite

26. favorite class?

enriched english. from the literature we get to read and the comedic of a teacher, it’s just great.

27. most embarrassing memory?

um, did you not read the story about the bee on my shirt?

28. what’s one of your favorite memories?

spending one of my bffs birthday watching horror movies in our underwear and hello kitty blankets. there was also home made cake and doggos involved

29. what are your five most frequently played songs?

1. Where’s My Love - Syml 2. Drive - Halsey 3. Killing Strangers - Marilyn Manson 4. Hard For - Kevin Gates 5. Crazy In Love - Beyonce (um the 50 Shades of Grey remix…)

30. play any instruments?

piano and i used to know guitar and ukulele but it’s been a while

31. best breakfast meal?

chocolate chip pancakes with a shit ton of butter

32. who was the last person you called?

@taegdcl1018 for 2 hours and 17 minutes last night. we discussed doing a collab ;)

33. fries or onion rings?

fries

34. daytime or night time?

night time. it’s much more peaceful and overall more beautiful

35. how many languages do you know?

english and I’d like to say french, but i’m not fluent so i don’t think it counts

36. if you could only date one character from Teen Wolf, who would you date? why?

Malia Tate. I feel like we could really teach each other things and she’d be overprotective and cute and yeee

37. best friend IRL and best friend via social media?

BEST FRIENDS IRL @taegdcl1018 and @peter-andhislostgirls and my best friends via social media are @failingmemequeen and Sarah (who doesn’t have a tumblr)

38. favorite picture?

there’s one my friend took in the lunch room last year, a selfie of her and my other bffs

39. fanfiction or fanart?

fanfiction

40. when did you first start writing fanfics?

two years ago, my first teen wolf was a scallison one that i wrote before i even watched the show

41. favorite type of noodle?

the mac and cheese that looks like shells

42. favorite summer activity?

writing outside lol

43. if you could take a pic with one character at Disney, who would you choose?

alice from alice in wonderland. i just love her.

44. best season of Teen Wolf?

i’m stuck between 3b and 6a

45. ok do you watch ANYTHING other than Teen Wolf?

I do! The Walking Dead, Riverdale, The Fosters, American Horror Story, Shameless, Orange is the New Black, Shadowhunters, Friends, and Pretty Little Liars

46. apple or samsung?

apple. duh.

47. an annoying experience that you would like to vent about?

one time this girl told me if a man punches a woman, she should be grateful. she claimed it was because of gender equality, which i am ALL for, but i thought it was disgusting, because if ANYONE punches you, no matter the gender, honestly i think you should just go ahead and punch them back

48. favorite pop tart flavor?

hot fudge sundae

49. McDonald’s, Burger King, or Wendy’s?

BK I can’t say no to a hershey pie

50. would you rather fly or be invisible?

hahahaa be invisible then my embarrassing moments wouldn’t be noticed

51. favorite board game?

candyland or monopoly

52. circus or magic show?

magic show bc my brother loves magic tricks and i always get to see him try them and it’s just funny

53. waterpark or amusement park?

amusement park, i love rollercoasters and thrills!

54. any sentimentally valuable possessions?

my grandmothers first engagement ring, she gave it to me

55. what’s your favorite mode of travel?

car trips

56. what piece do you choose to be in Monopoly?

the top hat. i love hats.

57. when was the last time you cried? why?

yesterday because i read SUCH a good stiles angst i teared up

58. favorite Marvel character?

ooh….um…. if i HAD to choose, i think i’d have to choosequicksilver from the X-Men franchise. woot woot evan peters!

59. any nicknames?

yea: potato, captain crunch, and scoot.

60. what will be/is your senior quote?

“if someone from the future doesn’t come to stop you from doing something, then how bad can it be?

61. play any sports?

HELL NAH

62. if you were stranded on an island and had to bring 3 other people, who would they be and why?

my besties brookie and tay, and dylan o’brien cuz i’m gonna need entertainment somehow

63. lucky numbers?

8, 88, 666, and 18

64. label yourself (ethnicity, gender, sexuality etc)

i’m a white, bisexual, atheist woman

65. dogs or cats?

i love both so much but kittens man…

66. scooters or skateboards?

scooters.

67. favorite DC character?

harley quinn by far

68. bugs bunny or daffy duck?

daffy duck

69. are you sexually expierienced? (lol iyt #69 so i had to)

does reading smut count?

70. did you have a valentine this year?

I DID!

71. vlogging or blogging?

so i do have a tumblr and technically it’s called a blog but i mean it’s not really a blog. and sometimes my friend and i pretend to be vloggers so i guess vlogging

72. pandas or polar bears?

panda bears

73. favorite hello kitty character?

tuxedo sam

74. if you were going to travel to another country, where would you go?

Savoy France, to see a girl that I’ve become friends with and have wanted to see for a while

75. most used emoji?

the squid. it just looks so happy and joyful. i use it to tell people i love them

76. why did you start writing?

fanfiction? bc i was disappointed in jeff davis for killing off an angel who didn’t deserve it.

77. favorite fanfic?

I CAN’T CHOOSE!!! everything @writing-obrien has ever done

78. what’s your favorite show to binge?

teen wolf and riverdale

79. dresses or skirts?

i like both but i’m always in jeans. but probably skirts

80. favorite app?

tumblr duh

81. favorite word?

mechanical

82. what’s your favorite thing to write about?

stiles imagines and things about trees

83. who is your inspiration? for anything really

writing-obrien aforementioned for writing. and twenty one pilots for music

84. would you rather go to neverland or wonderland?

wonderland! I want an unbirthday tea party!

85. favorite actor?

dylan o’brien

86. favorite actress?

crystal reed

87. favorite youtuber?

brandon rogers. 11/10 RECOMMEND WATCHING

88. if you could live in any fantasy land where would you pick and why?

still wonderland, because i feel like it’d just be so much fun lol

89. sleeping or eating?

ooh that’s a toughie. probably eating. I’m a high class food slut

90. favorite letter of the alphabet?

91. fruits or veggies?

fruits

92. modern or ancient?

both?

93. smut, fluff, or angst?

fluff is my #1 but i like it all

94. if you were to go into a battle, what would be your weapon of choice?

probably a unicorn horn.

95. unicorns or pegasuses?

more unicorns!

97. thoughts on swearing?

swearing is so fucking dumb. like why fucking do that you fucking fuck? lmao swearings ok in the appropriate places. not in a kindergarden classroom, but who cares if you’re at a bar?

98. reading or writing?

UGH WHY MAKE ME CHOOSE! I’M SKIPPING THIS ONE

99. big cities or small town country sides

big cities

100. east coast or west coast?

livin on the east coast but dreamin of the west

101. what do you love about your favorite character?

i love the way she really delves into her emotions, even though everyone thinks she doesn’t really have any, you can really tell what she’s feeling through her eyes, and that’s hard to do when it’s on a screen and not written in a fanfiction

thank you guys so sooo much for 300 follows! it made me tear up this morning, and means a lot to me that people actually like and enjoy my writings and i really hope that the only way i can go, is up, and i just really hope that i still have the love and support you guys give to me :) big hearts and big hugs for every one of you

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Jace Wayland-W for Weak

This was requested by an anon! The original post was W for Weak (they break down in front of you). But I got carried away and turned it into something little different. If you don’t like it, I don’t mind doing it again!

Maybe I will post a second part, a happier one. But this is a request of a angst alphabet, so of course is sad. Also, it’s cliffhanger.

Plot: your relationship with Jace is on edge, so you decided to wait and see if things get better. Not knowing that waiting can be your death sentence.

Warning: SAD SAD, LIKE A LOT OF ANGST. If you have read my work Lagertha’s Daughter (Ubbe), it’s that kind of angst. Anyway, be careful. Blood, injuries. Mention of cheating.

You were angry, and in a way, you had every right to be. Jace Wayland was your boyfriend, and you were happy with that. He was kind, funny, thoughtful and devilish handsome, and you were more than happy with that. However, you weren’t happy with the fact that Clary saw that side of him too. Since she came to the institute with Jace, she had been taking all his time. She trained with him, spent her breaks with him and followed him everywhere. And it seemed that your boyfriend didn’t have any problem with that. Weeks passed by and the only time you saw Jace was when you two went to sleep; that was if you were lucky and he wasn’t teaching Clary some runes. The red-haired girl was a pain in the ass.

Isabelle was the first one to notice something was off with you. She was your best friend, your parabatai, and even if you were not related by blood, she was your sister. You had been training for God know how long when she found you.

- Do you have a personal problem with that punching bag? -she asked as she came closer. -Or are you thinking about someone else?

- Shut up, Izzy. -you said out of breath, not stopping.

- I hope that’s not me, because you’re going to break it Y/N. -she put a hand on your shoulder. -Maybe you should take a break.

- Maybe you should shut up and let me live in peace. -you shrugged her hand off.

You moved towards the bench where your things were, not looking at Isabelle. Because if you did, you knew you would break down.

- What’s gotten into you? -she frowned, sitting on the bench. -Not even Alec is as rude as you this days.

- I’m not being rude.

- You’re not exactly radiating happiness either. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?

- It’s nothing, Izzy. -you sighed.

- So there is something. -she smiled. -Is it about Jace? I haven’t seen you together for a while.

- I have things t-

- You’re going to sit with me here and tell me about it. -she interrupted you. -Or I’m going to follow you until you give in.

Knowing that she would make you talk about it sooner or later, you sat beside her and put your elbows on your knees. You put your head between your hands, looking at her with shiny eyes. It was true that you and Jace didn’t even hang out together anymore, what surprised you was that she hadn’t noticed it sooner.

- I don’t know, Izzy. -you whispered. -I’m trying to be a good girlfriend, and I don’t want to be jealous or paranoid, but I just can’t ignore the fact that he is always with her and doesn’t make time for me.

- With Clary? -you nodded, and she sighed. -I could lie to you and say that it isn’t true, but I’ve noticed it too.

- I don’t want to end things with him. -you blinked to keep your tears away.

- Have you talked about it with Jace? -she said, running a hand through your hair.

- I-I’m afraid that if I do, he will tell me he doesn’t love me anymore.

- He does! I swear, Y/N, I’ve known Jace all my life. And he has never been happier than when he’s with you. Jace just need a little remainder of your relationship.

- But I don’t want to be the possessive girlfriend. -you whispered.

- Your birthday is next week, Y/N. -she smiled. -I had something planned, but we can do it other time. Tell him you want to go out to the restaurant you like, and talk about it there.

- I don’t-

- It’s the best idea, Y/N. -Isabelle interrupted you. -Just wait until next Wednesday, I’m sure he will prove you how much he loves you and you will fix things. She’s just a friend.

Maybe she was right, you though. Clary was new in your world, and she needed all the help she could get, with his father and all. Your boyfriend was being a good person, you said to yourself, and he was just helping a friend. After talking with Isabelle for a while, you left the training room smiling for the first time in days. You did your tasks, hanged out with your friends, went on missions and spent as much time as you could with Jace. Waiting until next Wednesday, where everything would be alright again.

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You could hear the shower running as you were reading a book, ready for bed. It was open on the same page since you entered in your room; you were more nervous than ever, since it was Tuesday and tomorrow would be your birthday. You had been away all day in a mission with Alec, so you hadn’t seen Jace. But now, he was in the shower and you were waiting for him to come out. You were going to tell him about the restaurant, and the next morning, you would be in a happy relationship again. Or so you thought.

- Hey babe, didn’t hear you come in. -said Jace, leaving the shower with just a towel. -Where have you been all day?

- I was on a mission with Alec. -you frowned, but then smiled.

You had told him about it a few days ago; it was a long mission, and while you were eating together, you talked about it. Jace was too busy talking with Clary to hear it, it seemed, yet you were happy he noticed your absence.

- And how was it? -he asked as he looked for his clothes.

- It was good, we cleaned the nest of vampires and solved the business with the werewolf. -you said, looking at him as he moved. -And your day? Did you missed me?

- Training with Clary. She’s getting better each day, I’m happy for her. Maybe in a few months she will be as good as we are.

- Yeah. -you said, not missing how he didn’t answer to your second question. -Hey Jace, do you think we can go to Ramsdens? Tomorrow for lunch, maybe?

- Sure. -he kissed your lips before heading to the door.

- Wh-where are you going?

- Clary wants to study some runes, she’s learning to draw some of them. -he explained.

- Bu-

- Don’t wait for me up, babe! -he said as he closed the door.

You kept looking at the door for a few seconds, wondering what had happened. Last year on your birthday, Jace made you stay awake until midnight so he could give you your gift; a little music box with your favourite song and a little tattooed ballerina. You had told him before that you kind of hated how you had always your arms tattooed; it made people look at you and you hated attention. So he spent a week craving himself the little ballerina so she could have runes like you. That year, however, seemed that he didn’t care about the little details.

With a sad sigh, you turned on your side and turned your light off. Tomorrow, you thought to yourself. Tomorrow you would eat in your favourite restaurant and everything would be alright. And with that thought and tears in your eyes, you went to sleep.

You woke up to a snoring Jace. He was shirtless beside you, his body full of experimental runes from Clary. At least he’s with you, you thought. It could be worse. You didn’t expect a bed-breakfast or a bright bouquet of flowers when you woke up; you understood he was tired and wanted to sleep. However, you were a little disappointed because he didn’t open his eyes for you when you left the room.

As Isabelle told you, you waited. Waited all morning to hear his voice behind you, to see him walking down the corridor. You waited as you trained and as you talked to Isabelle; and waited as you received some presents from the brothers. Even Clary, who wasn’t with Jace by chance, wished you a happy birthday when she saw you in the corridor. The only thing you could do was wait until lunch time, where everything would be alright again, right?

- How do I look? -you asked Isabelle, looking at the mirror.

- You look beautiful Y/N. -she smiled as she settled the dress. It was a white short dress with long sleeves, and you thought it was amazing. -What are you going to do to your hair?

- I don’t know, I think I like it the way it is now. -you said, touching it. -I think I’m ready!

- You’re not taking any jacket?

- Come on, Izzy, it’s hot out there!

- Yeah, but you can’t have any weapon with you. -she frowned.

- I’m going to a crowded restaurant with Jace. -you pouted. -If I wear a jacket the dress won’t be so pretty!

- Okay. -she laughed. -Just promise me Jace won’t rip it.

- You’re an idiot.

- What? If I was your boyfriend I would do it!

You rolled your eyes at her, happy to have her as your parabatai. After putting your make up on and grabbing your mobile phone, you gave her a kiss and said goodbye. In your way out, you met with Alec and a very confused Clary, who asked you where you were going.

- I’m going out. -you half-smiled, wondering why she was talking to you. -Why?

- Oh, I just-don’t know, I guess we could spend a little time together? -it came out as a question.

- I repeat my question, why?

- Don’t you want to train or something, Y/N? -Alec tried. -I bet you’re not as good as you used to be.

- We trained together last week, Alec. What’s wrong with you both?

- No-nothing, we’re fine! Fantastic!

- Yeah, I’m going to be late. -you gave them a weird stare. -See you around.

Before they could answer, you walked away, not wanting to be late. You hadn’t really set an hour to be there, but you supposed it was time already. The way there was uneventful; you said hi to some people and smiled until you arrived to the restaurant. You had waited a whole week for that moment, waited so you could talk to Jace and fix things before it was too late. But it seemed that the waiting wasn’t finished. You waited again, one hour then two; and when the kind woman who was next to your desk told you your desk was requested by another couple, you stopped waiting.

With tears in your eyes, you got out the restaurant. It wasn’t like in the romantic movies; it wasn’t raining, it was sunny and it was a good day. And the boy you loved wasn’t waiting for you by the door neither. You had waited a whole week for nothing, you thought. Just as you walked by a narrower street, you waiting was rewarded. But instead of a loving boyfriend offering you apologises, it was a vampire showing you his pointed teeth. And you weren’t wearing a jacket.

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Jace was pacing in your room since the first light in the morning. He was nervous, anxious; he had been preparing this for two weeks now, with the help of Clary. She knew a lot about mundane’s things, and he needed her for your gift. Which, by the way, was nearly finished. He had thought about it nearly a month ago, when you two saw together the stupid mundane film where a girl married her best friend. It was stupid and he didn’t like it, but he was glad he watched it with you. Because he could see how your eyes shined with tears when the guy proposed to her, and how you talked excitedly about it. In the shadow-hunters world, weddings were planned in a different way. So he used Clary’s knowledge about the mundane’s world to make the perfect proposal. The only thing missing were you.

- Maybe she went to the supermarket? -Alec tried. -We’re short of milk.

- Sure, it’s her birthday, and what does she do? Go to buy milk. -Jace scoffed. -It has been four hours, dude.

- I’m sure she will come, Jace. -Clary offered him a shy smile. -And everything is going to be fine.

- Except she says no, of course. -Simon said from the couch.

- Simon!

- What are exactly doing here? -Alec gave him a death glare. -I don’t remember inviting you.

- He needs to hear the good part and the bad one. -he shrugged. -I’m here to show him the second, to prepare him for the worst.

- She’s going to say yes, Jace. -Clary smiled. -You’ve been up all night preparing the glass house, it’s going to be perfect.

Alec’s phone interrupted them, and he excused himself to get it. Jace sighed and looked down; he shouldn’t be so worried, you would probably be fine, lost somewhere with a new book. Those past weeks had been the worst of his life. He knew himself, he couldn’t keep anything from you; so he decided to distance himself and focus only on the proposal with Clary. Maybe it had been a little harsh, yet he found it necessary. The door opened again after an awkward silence.

- Hey Alec, have y-Jace? -her eyes widened. -What are you doing here? And where is Y/N?

- I-I’m waiting for her. -Jace said. -Do you know if she is mad or something?

- Mad? Mad?! -she shouted. -You idiot, you told her you would meet in the Ramsdens! For lunch Jace! Not for dinner!

- What? -Jace moved so he could avoid the book Isabella threw at him. -Izzy, stop! I didn’t-Ow! What are you talk-That hurt! Okay, okay! Stop, enough!

She was then hitting him as he tried to avoid her punches, and it took Simon and Clary to take her off.

- What’s wrong with you, Jace?! -she screamed, trying to break free. -You don’t have enough with cheating on her, you also have to dump her?!

- If you would just-what? -what started as a scream, ended as a broken whisper. -She thinks I’m cheating on her?

- You’re not? -Isabelle stopped moving, surprised by the hurt in his eyes. -Why are you around Clary so much?

- I was planning a proposal. -he whispered, and then sat in the bed again. -Y/N thinks I’m cheating on her?

- W-well, it looked a little suspicious. -Isabelle said.

- He wanted help with the proposal. -Clary explained, as Jace could only look at the ground. -Jace told me Y/N wanted something special, like in the mundane’s films…

- Why were you avoiding her? -she asked, calmer now.

- I knew I couldn’t keep the secret, Izzy. -Jace said. -God, I’m so stupid. I didn’t think it would look like it.

- Yeah, it looked. -she said.

- Where is she now? -Jace looked at her.

- She wanted to talk to you, so she agreed to meet you in the Ramsdens for lunch. -Isabelle looked down. -I suppose she thinks you’ve dumped her.

As Jace’s world was crashing him down, the door opened again, this time by the other sibling. Jace was going to say something, but interrupted himself when he saw the look on his friend’s eyes.

- What’s the matter? -Clary asked.

- The vampire nest Y/N and I cleared yesterday. -he said. -Some of them survived, we don’t know how. And now they’re looking for us.

- I thought-

- She doesn’t have the jacket. -Isabelle interrupted Simon.

- What?

- Oh God, she’s isn’t wearing the jacket, Jace. -she looked at him. -She doesn’t have any weapon with her, and she’s alone.

Have you ever seen a rocket? Well, that day Jace ran faster than that. Before any of them had time to say anything, he had rushed out of the room. Grabbing a few weapons in the way, he left the institute. Jace knew it was risky, and that he should have waited for his friends; but with your life on the line, he wasn’t going to wait.

The first place he went to was the restaurant. He asked for you, giving the kind woman a description, as he regained his breath. She told him you had just left a few minutes ago, and he was kind of relived for that. Jace made his way back to the institute, looking in every corner and alley for you. He searched for a good hour until Isabella caught up with him.

- You can’t just leave like that! -she told him. -We’re all worried-

- This is my fault, Izzy. -he looked at her with tears in his eyes. -I-I try my best to be the best boyfriend, but this is al new to me. Didn’t thought about her feelings.

- Hey, she’s going to understand. -she smiled. -As I told her once, you love her, and she loves you. You’re going to make it through, Jace. You just have to wait.

However, they didn’t have to wait long to find you. It was Isabelle who saw you first. She was asking about you in the flower-shop when she saw it. Your beautiful white dress was a few meters away from her; the vampire had tried to hide your body, yet the white fabric could be seen. She screamed for Jace as she ran towards you, and soon he was by her side.

- No. Please, not this -a soft sob left Jace’s lips, while Isabelle covered her mouth. -No, you can’t do this to me. No! God, Y/N, it’s not fair, no!

- We need to call Magnus. -she whispered.

When they turned you around, the sight was even worse. You had bits in every part of your body, forming bruises covering you whole and, what once had been a beautiful white dress, was then deep red. Jace tried to cover the most important wounds while he heard Izzy talking to Magnus on the phone; the one on your neck, wrist, and collarbone. His tears made everything blurry, and his mind entered in a confused state where the only thing he could do was cry your name and hug your body.

It seemed like hours passed, and when he came back, it was already night. He was sitting on a chair in the medical wig of the institute. His hands were red with your blood, and his clothes stained and dirty. Jace tried to get up, but his legs gave away.

- Hey, hey. -Clary appeared beside him. -Take it easy, Jace. Can you hear me? Do you know who am I?

- Y/N? -he whispered your name, desperate to find you. -Wh-where is Y/N, Clary? What has happened?

- Thank God. -she sighed. -You were in shock, Jace. When we found you, you wouldn’t talk or move. You had been like that for five hours.

- Where is Y/N? -Jace asked again.

- She’s with Brother Enoch. -she looked down.

- Clary, give me a fucking answer! -he screamed, making her jump.

- Y/N has lost a lot of blood, Jace. -Alec said, appearing at his side. -Brother Enoch is trying to take the venom of the fangs out of her without drawing out any more blood. We had to call him because Magnus didn’t know what to do.

- But will she be fine? -he asked, feeling the tears in his eyes again. -Don’t lie to me, please.

- We don’t know. She’s very weak right now, Jace. If she does recover from this, she will be in bed for a long time. Her defences are nearly none.

Jace tried to say something but was interrupted by his own sob. He put his head between his hands, feeling like his chest was drowning under the guilt he felt. Because in his mind, it was all his fault. He had waited for too long.

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Jace Wayland- W for Weak (2)

Some of you asked for it, so here it is. I hope you like it! Shout out to @holydream who was the first one suggesting this second part. You can find the first one here.

Plot: Jace’s focus is on your recovery and on the little black box he can’t seem to hide well enough

Alec cared about few things in life. His sister Isabelle who he would die for, his best friend Y/N who always dragged him into the best adventures, and his parabatai Jace who was his anchor. In less than two days, it seemed that he had lost two of them. Jace was the shell of the loving and funny boy he was once. He hadn’t moved from the medical wig since they brought you in, sitting in a chair and sleeping in an uncomfortable white bed. Everyone was worried about him; he didn’t eat, didn’t talk or smile, Jace Wayland was almost as silent as you.

And you, well, you didn’t wake up. Brother Enoch said that your body had taken too many poison and lost too much blood. He had taken away most part of it, yet your body was weak and it was unlikely for you to wake up. From all of them, Jace was taking it the worst. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t the one almost killing you or who sent the vampire after you; Jace was drowning in guilt and sadness.

- Hey, Jace. -Alec entered the room, finding the blonde in the same place as always. -Clary made some carrot cake with Izzy. It’s not very good, yet it’s not poisoning.

Alec was met with silence, and he let out a soft sigh. His parabatai was sitting on the chair next to your bed, holding your pale hand and looking at your bruised face. The vampire who attacked you had managed to throw you so hard on the ground that he had broken your bone cheek, leaving you with a nasty bruise which Jace couldn’t stop looking at. The hand that wasn’t laced with yours, was holding the ring that Jace had been looking for so long. It almost worried Alec how hard was he gripping the box. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he spoke again.

- You should eat something, Jace. It has been two days. Go to your room, try to sleep, take a shower. -again, Jace didn’t look up from your face. -Y/N wouldn’t like see-

- Y/N would like a lot of things, Alec. -Jace said, his voice rough from being unused. -For example, the proposal I had planned or having lunch in her favourite restaurant. None of them are going to happen because she’s unconscious in a fucking bed.

- Jace, you can’t-

- You need to stop telling me what I should and shouldn’t do! -he interrupted him. -I really appreciate your efforts, guys. But I won’t be moving from here until she opens her eyes again.

Everytime he closed his eyes, imagines came to his minds. An scenario where you didn’t have a pulse where he found you. How, when he opened them again, you wouldn’t be breathing any more. If he heard a movement and he had his eyes closed, he thought the vampire was after you again, trying to finish what he started. Jace Wayland was scared to even blink.

Alec left eventually, giving up into making Jace say something more. After his sudden outburst, he went back to look at you in silence. He was worried about his parabatai, as everyone else was; his cheek’s were sharper, he had dark big bags under his eyes and his lips were dry and cut. Besides your bed, there were some plates with different foods, from a sandwich from Clary to some chicken from Isabelle: they were all untouched. The only thing that Jace placed into his body was coffee. Simon left a cup by his side the first day, and they watched as, for the first time, Jace moved his hand to get it. Since then, the brothers or Clary made sure he always had coffee in the table next to him.

While they worried about him, Jace’s mind was… chaotic. He played again and again the happy memories you two shared; the day you met, your first kiss, the pranks against the brothers… Sometimes, he got lost in a memory; he really thought he was living again that moment. Maybe it was because of the coffee or the lack of sleep, but it always ended the same way. Jace would be looking at you, enjoying the warmth in your smile when the right side of your cheek would darken slowly. Little bites would appear in your body then, but you wouldn’t notice them, neither would notice Jace trying to warn you about them; and he would have to stay next to you watchin as you bleed out to death. Then, he would wake up to find you still in bed, with that dammed bruised in your cheek that made his nightmares turn to live.

Jace must have zoned out again because, when he came back to himself with his heart-rate wild and his eyes teary, he wasn’t looking at the nasty bruise in your cheek, but at your beautiful eyes which were looking worriedly at him.

- Baby? -your voice was nothing more than a whisper. -A-are you okay?

He blinked. Once, twice. Jace blinked at least four times, and opened his mouth like a fish out of the water. In the past two days, he had thought about what he would do when you woke up; hug you, apologise, kiss you, propose… Then only thing he did was look at you with a confused glance. He wasn’t the first one to say something; it was Izzy, who came into the room to look for his brother.

- Alec, you need to come back -her eyes widened when she saw you awake. -Oh my god, Y/N! You’re awake!

- Izzy. -you said as she hugged you, your body too weak to even make her stop. -Izzy, I can’t-

- Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. -she let out a giggle. -I’m so happy you’re awake, Y/N. I really thought I would have to keep your closet to myself.

Your eyes did not leave Jace as Isabelle talked about how happy she was for you. Even if you were fighting for staying awake and discovering what was wrong with your boyfriend, your eyes closed again shortly after you woke up.

- Y/N? -Jace interrupted Isabelle. -Y/N, you okay?

- Wh-oh. -Isabelle realised then that you were unconscious again. -Don’t worry, Jace, she’s fine, just tired.

- Bu-ut she was awake? -he asked. -She was awake, right? I wasn’t dreaming?

- Yeah, Jace, she was. -she put a comforting hand on his shoulders, watching as tears flooded down his cheeks. -She’s going to be fine again.

Jace let out a breathy laugh, taking your hand again between his and kissing it softly. He decided to believe Isabelle, and hope for you to wake up again.

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Your recovery was long and hard. You spent nearly a month in bed; you woke up some times, when your body was strong enough to give you your conscious back. Most of that times, however, you were too weak to even talk. Jace was still sitting beside you all the time, giving you soft smiles the first times and talking to you when he found his voice back. It was one of those days when your body hurt too much to even lift your head when Jace thought it was time to apologise.

- What’s on your mind?

- Hm? -he looked up from his feet to you.

- You’ve been quiet today. -you said softly, smiling a little. -More than usually.

- You don’t have to worry about me, babe. -Jace smiled too. -Do you want me to read to you? Or put on a film?

- I want to know what are you thinking about.

It was silent for a moment, as Jace looked down to his hands. There, as always, was the little box with your ring. He had managed to hide it from you until then, yet he wasn’t sure how much time would it pass until he gave himself away.

- When it happened, Izzy told me you thought I was cheating on you. -his voice was low and deep, full of emotion. -It was true that I spent too much time with Clary, I know. But I had a reason, and I wasn’t cheating on you, I swear.

- Jace, I-

- No, let me finish. -he interrupted you. -I love you so much, Y/N. You’re the only thing that makes me want to keep going. Just- you know, thinking that I gave you a reason to think I have been cheating on you… I-I

Making a big effort, you moved your hand to his cheek. Jace hadn’t noticed that he had started crying, and by then he was a mess of sobs. You didn’t say anything, because no words could lift the huge guilt Jace was carrying on his shoulders. You figured out the third or fourth time you talked to him; he wouldn’t meet your eyes, always worrying about what you might need and not leaving your side unless it was completely necessary. Between sobs and apologies as he gripped your hand for dear life, you saw the box. It was tiny, black and could easily go unnoticed. It would have if it hadn’t hit the floor with a loud thud. Jace was to busy drowning in incoherent words to notice it, but you did.

- Jace? -you asked. -What’s that?

- What? Oh. -he looked at it once and didn’t really pay attention; then, he realised what it was. -Oh! Th-that’s nothing! Nothing at all.

- If it’s a new med, you can tell me. -you groaned. -God, I can’t believe they taste so bad.

- Just a little longer, Y/N. -he got up and sat in bed with you, stroking your cheek. -Then you’ll be able to get that horrendous ice-cream.

- Hey, it’s not that bad. -you laughed softly. -It’s better than mint ice-cream. You know why there is always so much? Because no one buys it.

- Okay, that hurt. -Jace raised a brow. -Did you just call me weird?

- We can be weird together. -you said, enjoying the smile at his face. -Maybe you could ask Magnus if I could eat some ice cream already. I’m sick of those soups.

- Hey, better safe than sorry. -he winked. -But I will talk to him next time he comes, I promise.

- I’m-I’m going to close my eyes for a bit, yeah?

Everytime you felt too tired or sleepy, Jace understood. He was the first one to tell you to rest, making sure people didn’t bother you too much. But it didn’t make you feel any better. After nearly all morning awake, you were starting to fall your eyes dropping.

- Whatever you want, babe. -he smiled. -I’ll be here when you wake up, as always.

- You don’t have to do that. Our room is much comfier than the plastic chair. I’ll be here for a while.

- Then I’ll be here for a while too. -Jace said. -I’m not moving until you come with me, Y/N.

With a smile and a happy heart, you fell asleep again. You dreamed with Jace, with a world where you didn’t have to be worried about death and horrendous monsters that want to hunt you down.

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- Just a little bit longer, come on. -Isabelle told you while she supported more than the half of your weigh. -Until the door.

- I can’t Izzy, I can’t. -you let out a few tears feeling your knees too weak. -I-I need to sit down, for a second.

- If you don’t push yourself for a little longer, you won’t-

- Please, Izzy. I need to stop.

Isabelle scoffed and helped you into a chair, as you let out a shaky breath. A few days ago, Magnus thought your body was ready for a little bit of movement. It was still weak; yet if you didn’t force yourself a little, you wouldn’t be able to be a shadowhunter again. The first day you didn’t make it out of the medical wig before Jace caught your unconscious body in his arms before you fell and shouted to Magnus to hell and back. The second day, you made it to the door where you fell to your knees; and that day, you were trying to make it to your room.

But it felt impossible yet, even worse without Jace. He really wanted to stay with you; but he was still a shadowhunter, and had duties to attend. So you had Isabelle with you.

- Do you want some water? -she asked, kneeling by your side. -Should I call Magnus? I think he’s with Alec but he won’t-

- Izzy. -you gave her a small smile. -I just need to stop for a bit, but I’m fine.

- I thought you could do it Y/N, I’m sorry. -you nearly winced at her words, and she realised that they were a little harsh. -I mean, you’re doing great! I-I just thought, you know-

- It’s okay. -you interrupted her, and sighed. -Magnus says it will take time, but I didn’t think it would be this slow.

- You were nearly dead. -she put her hand on your knee. -It’s like rebirthing, Y/N. You have to start over.

- Yeah but-

Your words were cut off by the sound of the door at the end of the hall opening. Jace walked in with Alec, weapons stained with blood. As soon as his eyes met yours, you knew you were in trouble. He frowned and walked faster, arriving to your side and taking your face between his hands.

- What are you doing here? And why are you so flushed? You’re-you’re burning, Y/N!

- We were just walking Jace.

- You walked here? -he sent daggers to Isabelle with his eyes. -Do you realise that this is fucking far from the med wig, right?!

- She was fine! -she said.

- She doesn’t look fine now, does she? -Jace turned his attention to you, smiling softly. -Hey, don’t close your eyes.

- I really want to take a nap right now. -you said, feeling the energy leaving your body.

- Yes, of course, yes. -he helped you up. -Come on, I’ll carry you to-

- We could go to our room. -you shrugged, making everyone look at you. -What? I’ve been without the serum for a while, I can take it.

- I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N. -Alec answered.

- Call Magnus, ask him. -you leaned on your boyfriend. -Please, I just want to spend one normal night.

After calling Magnus, Brother Enoch and nearly every magic doctor Jace knew, he agreed on sleeping on your old bed. He scolded Isabelle for nearly an hour, screamed at every person he found in his way while he took your toothbrush from the med wig, and mumbled under his breath about being responsible and a good friend; then, he laid in bed with you.

You had almost forgot how good was laying in a proper bed with Jace. He wasn’t only a walking heater, but also soft as a cloud. You didn’t know if it was because of the lotion or because of his skin; Jace Wayland was soft as cotton. And most of the times you had to physically stop yourself from rubbing against him like a kitten. Not like he didn’t know your intentions.

- When I get older, will you love me the same?

- What kind of question is that? -you frowned, looking up to his face.

- I mean, old people have harsh and rugged skin. Between the wrinkles and the skin drying out because of the sun, I won’t be as soft as I’m now. -he joked. -Will you love me then, or are you with me just for my soft skin?

- I was planning on skinning you alive and making a pillow. -you laughed. -Your skin is just so soft, baby. Like, I don’t think even a baby can be this soft.

- A-are you comparing me to a baby?

- A beautiful blonde baby? Yeah. – you said, running a hand through his scrub. -I’m saying that, instead of a boyfriend, I have a cute baby by my side.

- Wait until you get better, babe. -he winked. -I’m gonna show you I’m far from a baby.

Between laughs and jokes, finally the conversation died down. Your tiredness disappeared when you were between his arms, and you talked about his day. Jace was telling you something about nearly finding Magnus and Alec on it when you saw the box. At first, you didn’t recognised it; but then, you remembered how you had seen it already. That time you suggested it was some medicine, and Jace didn’t prove you wrong; neither right. The more you looked at it, the more intrigued you became. Until you couldn’t hold it anymore and interrupted your boyfriend.

- What’s that box? -you said pointing it.

- O-oh. -he let out an awkward laugh before moving a little and putting in behind a photo of the two of you. -Nothing important, Y/N. I’m keeping some shit for Alec. Or Magnus. Yeah, there are some herbs in there. Type of shit he smokes.

- Magnus doesn’t smoke? -you raised a brow at him. -I saw the box a while ago, it was in the medical wig. What’s inside?

- I’m telling you, there’s nothing to worry about. -he moved around uncomfortable.

- Then can I see it?

- No! -he said too quickly.

Your eyes widened and then saddened; and Jace felt like the worst person in the world. You two hadn’t really talked about what happened before the attack, but he felt he was doing the same thing again; hiding something from you in the wrong way. He had been thinking about giving it to you sooner, yet he didn’t find the right moment. However, no moment would be perfect if he kept hiding things from you. He was a terrible liar, and he was really tired of lying.

- I got it a while ago. -Jace whispered, and you nearly missed it. -Before, you know, things happened to you. I’ve had it with me all time.

- What have you gotten? -you frowned, as he moved and took the black box.

It wasn’t the proposal you deserved, he thought. Before shit went down, he had planned everything; music, romantic dinner, even a pigeon. But in that moment, having you between his arms as you had just avoided death, he thought it was even more perfect.

- I didn’t forget about the lunch, you know. -he talked again, playing with the box in his hands. -Well, I did. But I had my reasons. I-I was not cheating on you, Y/N.

- Jace, we’ve talked about this. -you smiled.

- Not enough. I know how it looked, and I’m so sorry. I didn’t thought about it until Izzy made me see it. -he breathed slowly, wanting to forget that moment. -Back to what I was saying, I spent two weeks preparing something nice for you, Y/N. Clary and Simon had to help me. And I just knew that, if I was with you, I would screw it. Because you know I can’t keep secrets.

- Jace, where is this going? -you asked, not understanding a thing.

- I-I bought you this. -his hands were shaking. -I wanted it to be special, but Y/N, you’re already special enough. I meant it when I said you’re the only thing keep me going. I can’t imagine a life without you, so I intended to make it official.

Jace tried to open the box a few times with his shaky fingers, letting out an awkward laugh; he hadn’t been so nervous on his life. As it the universe was laughing at him, when he finally opened the ring fell down in the bed. He moved you aside as he looked for it frantically, only to stop when he heard your soft voice calling out his name.

You were sitting on your knees in the bed, with just a big t-shirt and messy hair; and in your left hand, stood the shiny ring. Your mouth was wide open and your eyes were looking at him with a masked hope; praying that it meant what you thought it meant.

- It can’t go worse, can it. -Jace groaned, blushing like a mad man. -It-it was supposed to be pretty romantic. I can still get on one knee, if you want to, or-

- Jace. -you smiled, trying to blink the tears away. -You didn’t even asked the question.

- It can go worse, yeah. -he complained. -Can you just, you know, give it back? So at least I won’t feel such a failure.

- You’re not a failure, baby. -you laughed, giving him the ring. -If it had went in any other way, it wouldn’t have been us.

He smiled a little before kneeling in front of the bed. Jace made you move until you were sitting in front of him, with your legs crossed and a grin on your face. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he spoke again.

- I…Y/N Y/L/N, would you like to be Y/N Wayland? -before you could answer, he interrupted you. -God no, that was awful. L-let me try again.

- Jace, I don’t-

- Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. Will you spend the rest of your life with me?

A fit of laugh made it impossible for you to answer. Jace blushed again, looking slightly annoyed; he has asked Simon to help him to write something nice. When he tried the words for the first time in his mouth, he discovered it wasn’t a good idea.

- I swear, I can-

- Yes, Jace. -you smiled at him, having recovered from your laughs. -I will marry and love you even when your skin runs rough.

The ring fit perfectly in your finger. It was rather simple; with just a band a three diamonds inside. Covered by silver, it seemed made for you. Both of you kept staring at your hand for a while, letting out little giggles and chuckles every once in a while. Y/N Wayland. It did sound right.

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