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daily-clace · 3 days
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…For a moment Jace just looked at her in astonishment, his lips parted slightly; Clary felt her cheeks flush. He was looking at her like she was the first star that had ever come out in the sky, a miracle painted across the face of the world that he could barely believe in. He swallowed.
City of Heavenly Fire, Cassandra Clare
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vierss-herondale · 2 years
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“The sluttiest thing a man can do” Jace Herondale edition
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Emma drew in a shaky breath, just as a rapping noise sounded at the door. Clary half-turned as it opened, letting in light from the hall outside, and Jace. He caught her eye and smiled, leaning in the doorway. -CoHF
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“Why didn’t you say something?” Jace asked, rising and pushing back a lock of blond hair. -CoHF
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“Sit down,” she said, and he sat down on the creaking leather sofa, his head tipped back, looking up at her. The reflected firelight clustered like sparks in his hair. -CoHF
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“But if people have a spark in them, then yours burns the brightest I know. You can fight and draw. And you will.” -CoHF
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“And then there was you. You changed everything I believed in. You know that line from Dante that I quoted to you in the park? 'L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle’?"
Her lips curled a little at the sides as she looked up at him. “I still don't speak Italian."
“It’s a bit of the very last verse from Paradiso—Dante's Paradise. ‘My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.’ Dante was trying to explain faith, I think, as an overpowering love, and maybe it's blasphemous, but that's how I think of the way that I love you. You came into my life and suddenly I had one truth to hold on to—that I loved you, and you loved me." -CoFA
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"Well, when I was five, I wanted to take a bath in spaghetti."
"But he didn't let you, right?"
"No, that's the thing. He did. He said it wasn't expensive, and why not if that was what I wanted? He had the servants fill a bath with boiling water and pasta, and when it cooled down..." He shrugged. "I took a bath in it.
Servants? Clary thought. Out loud she said, "How was it?"
"Slippery." -CoB.
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"Clary," he said in a low voice, and the sound of her name in his mouth was so intimate that a shudder ran up her spine. -CoA.
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"I love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the rows of lighted candles, their gold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever—"He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?" -CoFA
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(…) and Jace was making something in a pan that involved onions and eggs. He was barefoot, his hair messy, his shirt buttoned haphazardly, and the sight of him made her heart turn over. She had never seen him like this, first thing in the morning, still with that warm golden aura of sleep clinging to him (…) -CoLS
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He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "You never let me off the hook for a single minute, do you? Never mind. It's one of the things I love about you.” -CoLS.
I saw this trend on twitter and I had to do it with my favorite blond boy. No regrets, it was fun.
I might even do a second part.
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tscclace · 1 year
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I love you. He can’t say it, so he tries to tell her with the pressure of his lips and his body and his hands. I love you, I love you. His hands are around her waist, lifting her, and he had forgotten: she isn’t fragile; she is strong.
Clary Fray and Jace Herondale
City of Fallen Angels (DSAS video)
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herestoimagination · 7 years
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If I were him, I’d never leave your side either.
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alec-magnvs · 7 years
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i had nothing to do with that, alec!
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daily-clace · 2 days
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A sudden ache of hatred for her father went through Clary. “Well, Valentine’s not here now.”
“Clary…,” Jace began, a warning note in his voice, but she’d already reached up and yanked one of the books out from the forbidden shelf, knocking it to the ground. It made a satisfying thump. “Clary!”
“Oh, come on.” She did it again, knocking another book down, and then another. Dust puffed up from their pages as they hit the floor. “You try.”
Jace looked at her for a moment, and then a half smile teased the corner of his mouth. Reaching up, he swept his arm along the shelf, knocking the rest of the books to the ground with a loud crash.
City Of Glass, Cassandra Clare
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daily-clace · 2 days
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Jace watched as Clary looked over and blew him a kiss, her red hair bouncing in its ponytail. She was so small—delicate, doll-like, he had thought once, before he’d learned how strong she was.
City of Heavenly Fire, Cassandra Clare
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daily-clace · 7 days
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“I know,” Jace said. “I’m just saying that I think I chose the way I did in part because of you. Since I’ve met you, everything I’ve done has been in part because of you. I can’t untie myself from you, Clary—not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don’t want to.”
City Of Glass, Cassandra Clare
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daily-clace · 6 days
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“I love you,” she said, her hands in his hair. “I love you.”
She saw his eyes widen and something behind his expression crack. The last wall around his heart, the last piece of self-protection he’d held in place. It crumbled away into blazing light as he came undone against her, like sunlight bursting into a room that had been walled up for a long, long time. He buried his face in her neck, saying her name over and over before he collapsed against her shoulder. And when finally Clary closed her eyes she thought she saw the cavern blaze up in gold and white, wrapping them both in heavenly fire, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
City of Heavenly Fire, Cassandra Clare
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daily-clace · 13 days
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So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But i want every night with you. And thats why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldnt make myself go.
I dont blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can stil dream, I will dream of you.
-Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
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daily-clace · 1 year
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This guy is such a simp for Clary, I love him so much 😭😭❤️❤️❤️
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I know he kiss the ground she walks on
Written by Jace himself btw on Cassie’s new mail
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vierss-herondale · 1 year
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Liar, liar, pants on fire 🫢
Jace in CoB Jace in CoFA
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daily-clace · 5 days
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His eyes widened. “Clary?”
“Who else would it be?”
He didn’t smile. “You don’t look like you.”
“It’s the dress.” She smoothed her hands down the material self-consciously. “I don’t usually wear things this…pretty.”
“You always look beautiful,” he said, and she remembered the first time he’d called her beautiful, in the greenhouse at the Institute. He hadn’t said it like it was a compliment, but just as if it were an accepted fact, like the fact that she had red hair and liked to draw.
City Of Glass, Cassandra Clare
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daily-clace · 15 days
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“So you’re going in?” Jace looked at the water and cringed. “Even I’d think twice about that. And I’m amazing.”
“Why do you have to get involved in everything?” Simon asked.
“I go where Clary goes.”
Cassandra Clare, Tales From the Shadowhunter Academy
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daily-clace · 9 days
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“So what did he want from me?” Clary demanded in a shaking voice. “Why did he come to my room tonight?” She hoped her cheeks didn’t burn. She tried to push back the memory of kissing him, the pressure of his body against hers in the bed.
He still loves you, said Brother Zachariah, and his voice was surprisingly gentle. You are the central point about which his world spins. That has not changed.
City of Lost Souls, Cassandra Clare
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daily-clace · 11 days
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Happy International Kiss Day to Clace! 😘🥰
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Gentle, slow, exploratory: his mouth on hers was warm and soft; he parted her lips with his, the touch of his tongue against hers sending a shock through her body. Every kiss was like that first one in the greenhouse, rewriting her body’s circuitry, teaching it: ​you will never want anything else again.
Cassandra Clare, Our Waking Souls
Art by Cassandra Jean 🤍
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