#jace herondale x reader
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Little Loner
Pairing(s): Jace Wayland x fem!reader
Warnings: clary being jealous but then cupid??, I wrote this while sleep deprived, fluff at the end, Clary x Simon if you squint.
Words: 1,743
Author's Note: I finally finished the requests. Now have some drafts while I work on sequels and stuff <3
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Jace leads Clary to Hodge, but hesitates when he sees an open door. He finds himself pausing to admire the scene, leaning on the door frame with a crooked smile. Clary moves to get a better view and is confused.
A girl sits in a windowsill, her pencil hitting the paper lightly as she sketches out the scenery outside the window. The light appears to angle just right, giving her an almost angelic presence. Black runes cover her skin, some disappearing to hide under her clothes.
Clary leans over to Alec and whispers. "Who is that?"
Alec simply nods a little. "Y/N. Jace has a thing for her, but he's never acted on it." Clary feels her heart break a little. "Shame, really. She likes him too, but they're both too stubborn to be the one to confess."
"Oh..."
"My advice," Alec looks between her and the room, "stay away from Jace."
He moves on before she can ask much else, walking along the halls and calling to Jace quietly. Jace is brought back to reality as he gives one last look into the room before venturing on.
"So, Y/N..." Clary tries.
She doesn't miss when Jace blushes slightly, "another Shadowhunter. She's been here a long time, however she really only talks to me."
"Why's that?"
He chuckles a little but shakes his head. "That's none of my business to tell. She's a great person when you get to know her though." That's all the information he gives before they reach their destination. He opens the door and gestures inside with a nod.
His expression stays neutral, stoic as he explains, "You may find Hodge a little eccentric, but he's one of the greatest Shadowhunters that's ever lived." He looks down at the cloth in her hand and his brows furrow. "Here, give me that."
She walks inside of the giant room, her body and eyes exploring. The two boys walk in after her. They watch her carefully. Despite her distance, Clary can still hear Jace and Alec by the door.
"Don't lead this one on while you pursue your little loner. You'll get her hopes up, and if she decides to stay...the rune to fix a broken heart is the most painful one." She could practically feel Jace roll his eyes.
"I'm not leading her on."
"Oh? Is that so? Because I don't normally go around flirting and being handsy with random people, Jace." Alec warned. "It's obvious, the way Clary looks at you. I'd tone down your 'lack of leading her on' before she gets the wrong idea."
The doors shut suddenly, causing Clary to flinch, and Alec storms off down the hall, leaving Jace to think over his words. The more he thought about it, the more he tried to deny it.
Jace opens the door, "The Silent Brothers are ready for her."
When Clary and Jace set off for their next location, she noticed a new companion had replaced Alec. It was the girl from before. The girl that Jace liked.
"I didn't expect you to be joining us..." She tries to make conversation, but Y/N barely acknowledges her.
"I admire your attempt, but she won't talk. Not unless she's comfortable with you." Jace smiles at the girl in question, who smiles to herself but stays quiet.
"How long would that take?"
"Patience is a virtue, Clary." Jokes Jace. "I suppose I was the first person who ever really tried, so there's not much to go off of. She's coming with us because I asked her too."
The redheaded girl can't help but glance between the two every now and then. She isn't sure whether she feels jealous or wants them to be together, but she can say one thing for sure; The tension was nauseatingly strong.
"Why didn't Hodge come with us?"
"He hasn't left the institute in years." Jace shrugs as he continues walking. "Some say it's a spell."
"He's agoraphobic." Y/N giggles at Clary's bluntness, leading to the ginger giving her a small smile. One she returned. They stop and turn, Jace crossing his arms while he waits.
"Is that him?" Clary asks.
Jace follows her gaze and shakes his head. "No, that's Harold, the groundskeeper." He tilts his head, leaning in a bit, "that's him."
She looks up a little and feels a small shiver of unease crawl up her spine. A comforting hand is felt on her shoulder, and she's met with Y/N's smile when she turns her head. The action leaves her wondering how obvious her discomfort was, but she still is thankful.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Clary looks to the two as though asking for help, but nods regardless. "We will help you to remember."
The trio follow the tall robed man, Clary a little more hesitant. Y/N turns, kind smile still standing, and lifts a finger to the middle of her lips. Clary nods and follows behind.
Along the way she trips, "Ow!"
Jace turns his head instantly, shushing her. "You'll wake the dead."
Clary rolls her eyes. She catches Y/N giving her an apologetic shrug, the girl nodding with her head to continue.
"I can't believe this place is just outside of the city..."
She follows the duo to the window like ledge they looked through. Jace's voice catches her off guard, "Welcome to the City of Bones." His breath is right next to her ear, sending her hairs to stand on their ends.
"This is where the Silent Brothers draw their power, from the bones and ashes of Shadowhunters."
"All of them are buried here?"
"Yes." Jace looks to the wall, "One day," he taps a skull, making Y/N giggle, the sound eliciting a smile to slide upon his pink lips, "that's gonna be me."
Clary stops to look at the skeleton. Sensing her unease, Y/N urges her forward with a light touch. Clary stops a few steps forward, inspecting the room from entryway.
"This is as far as we go." She looks at Jace, and he assures her, "You'll be fine."
"So you've done this before?"
Y/N and Jace exchange a glance. She dawns an apologetic look as shakes her head and Jace replies, "No."
Clary decides to continue to try and talk to Y/N, "Have you ever met Magnus Bane?"
The girl only shakes her head.
"You know... I'm quite jealous of you." Clary admits with a laugh. Y/N tilts her head in confusion, prompting Clary to continue. "I thought Jace was into me, and if I'm being honest, I'm really into him but... I'd be stupid to stand in your guys' way."
Her brows furrow, even more confused than before. Clary's hopes range from high to doubtful, there's a chance Alec was wrong, that she didn't have feelings for him, but she saw the way the two looked at each other. She might've been naïve and clouded in her conflicting feelings, but she wasn't blind.
"Jace likes you too. And honestly...you should go for it." She looks away, ashamed of her own assistance in helping the guy she liked be with someone else. However, she doesn't have time to mope, when a voice she hasn't heard before causes her to snap her eyes back to Y/N's face.
"Is it that obvious?" A shy expression, laced with a little embarrassment, greets her.
"You-"
"I talk, yes." She chuckles. "Jace wasn't lying. I mostly talk to him, but after I realized my feelings for him, I started to confide in Alec. My only problem was that I didn't realize Alec also had feelings for Jace... But, Alec saw how much I love Jace, and told me that he had found interest in someone else. Whether that's true or not, I don't know, but, my feelings for Jace have always been around since then. I'm just...not too sure what to do about it."
Clary nods understandingly, and places her hand atop Y/N's. "Talk to him."
Y/N thinks about it for moment, and then nods. "Thank you."
"Hey. Can we talk?" Jace turns, nodding when he realizes it's Y/N. The blond looks around the infirmary, making sure Simon and Clary are accounted for one more time before he returns to facing her. He follows her to the study, sitting beside her on the piano seat.
"What's wrong?"
Her fingers press into the keys, a slow recollection of a piece by Bach. "It's nothing... I spoke to Clary-'
"You talked to Clary?" Y/N giggles at his dumbfounded expression. "M'sorry, that just caught me a little off-guard, you don't normally talk to anyone else."
"That's fair. Basically, she gave me some advice to a problem I have, not that I asked her for it- she actually noticed it- anyways, after Simon and the vampires and everything- I guess- my point is, Jace..."
"Yes?" His eyes were laced with concern, no longer amused by her sudden socializing.
"I like you. Like, really really like like you." She bit her lip. "Like...I'm in love with you."
Y/N stared at Jace, waiting for his answer. She grew nervous as time started to feel slower. The seconds felt like they were snail's paced, so close yet so far away. Sweat dripped down her forehead and her heartbeat rang in her ears. It was all so overwhelming until-
"I'm in love with you too."
"You what?"
Jace smiled shyly. "I'm in love with you too. I've been for a long time now." His eyes trace over her lips, the distance between them closing gradually. He hovers above her lips when his eyes meet hers again.
It's all in slow motion and superspeed at the same time. She lets go of control and lets her instincts take the reigns. Her lips crash into his and he lets out a surprised groan. Their eyes both close as they kiss one another, their lips partaking in a dance they somehow know. By the time they pull apart, they're out of breath and their eyes are blown.
"How long?"
She blinks. "Pardon?"
"How long have you been waiting to do that?"
"If I'm being honest, a month or so after we met. What about you?" Y/N giggles.
"Since we first met."
Clary leans against the door, heart half broken and half full, yet content with herself. Maybe she should look into what Simon's benefits are.
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I have a request - "being comforted by Jace Wayland (JCB) would include:"
Merry Christmas btw :)
I could kiss you rn. Merry Christmas ❤️
Slightly ooc Jace?
Jace Wayland comforting you would include:
Hugs.
Did you see how both times he comforted Clary, he held her as close as physically possible, cradling her in his arms?
That's how he would hold you.
He finds you in the greenhouse, tucked away in a hidden corner you love to sneak away with him to
Sometimes to kiss, sometimes to..
You're curled up, back pressed against the wall, knees up against your chest
Your body is being constantly wrecked by sobs, your lungs aching from the lack of air you're getting
You're a mess. You can't see, you can't hear, you can't feel
It hurts. It hurts so bad and it only adds to the salty tears running down your blotchy cheeks
His heart feels like it's being squeezed with an iron fist. The longer he looks at you, the more his body hurts. It's worse than the burning ache of freshly drawn runes, it's worse than a demon bite
Kisses. So, so many kisses
He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands finding yours. He tangles your fingers together, bringing your hands up to his mouth, pressing little kisses over your knuckles
He's doing anything, everything to ground you, to bring you back to him
His lips are spewing words of comfort between each kiss
"Come on, darling."
"Breathe for me now, angel."
"It's okay, it's okay. I've got you, it's okay."
"You're alright. I'm here, I've got you. Deep breaths for me, yeah?"
"There we go, just like that."
After a while, you start to calm down. Your heart slows, your lungs aren't constricted, blood isn't roaring in your ears
Despite that, your hands stay clasped together with his. You don't let go, even when he tries to pull away so he can wrap his arms around you
You bring his hands up to your face and hide. You kiss them, hide yourself from him in them. His hands are cool and it feels nice against your hot skin
He coos, sitting closer to you. His darling girl
He sits beside you and pulls you to his chest, somehow managing to sneak his hands free
He wraps his arms around you and holds you close, petting your hair, pressing kisses to your hairline, whispering little reassurances in your ear
You stay there with him for who knows how long. An hour, two, three
Neither of you cares. You stay sitting there, you in his embrace. His scent, clean and fresh, surrounds you, clouds your senses
It lulls you to sleep after a bit. Your head falls limp and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head
He brushes your hair back, away from your face. He tucks the strands behind your ears, wipes your cheeks dry. He presses little kisses under your eyes, now adorned with red circles
He is such a kissy boy you can't change my mind
"Good morning!" Kiss
"Are you okay??" Kiss
"You could've died." Kiss
"Please help me." Kiss
He kisses you to reassure himself. Reassuring you is just an amazing bonus
Kisses help to ground him, make him realise you're real and with him
Angels can't kiss anyone, but you're his angel and he kisses you
After the crying situation, he doesn't mention it again because you don't
But his lingering touches, gentle brushes of fingertips let you know that he is here and that he cares
You appreciate it more than anything. You don't want to talk about it, but you thank him with kisses of your own
His love language is physical touch for a reason
Mostly because he didn't get much of it as a boy
He doesn't like words, he can't figure them out
He also hates emotions. He thinks they're stupid and not really needed
But he cherishes everything he feels for you like an ancient relic that needs the best of the best protection
He's so sassy, too
If anyone asks what happened that night, be ready to get at least 3 comments thrown your way
"None of your business, thanks!"
"Since when did asking stupid questions become a shadowhunters job, enlighten me please."
"We did your mum. Fuck off."
It never fails to make you giggle
He flashes you a wink after every comment
He's like a 14 year old boy trying to impress an older girl
It works...
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heyy!! so I was wondering if you could do a like a oneshot of being enemies with jace and him teasing you about liking him and then it ending with him eating the reader out?? IM SO SORRY ITS VERY SPECIFIC LMFOOAOAOAOOA 💀💀
hi love!! ahh i had so much fun writing this!! i was tired when i wrote this so i got a bit carried away at the end and kinda turned this into an enemies to lovers... but i hope you like it!!
Heavenly Fire- Jace x Fem!Reader (he has too many last names.)
summary: in the request!
warnings: NSFW!! smut! porn with minimal plot... oral (f recieving)(jace is the king of giving head), fingering, first time(?), but no actual sex </3
notes: i couldn't think of a title for this :( fun fact: my shower isn't working right now that is what inspired me to write this! also i feel like i nailed jace's personality in this one, i always find it hard when i'm writing for jace because of his personality but this one...
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“God! Do you ever shut up?!” You turned around to Jace, who was following you towards the kitchen as Isabelle had just made lunch.
“Now, I know I’ve been called heavenly, but a God? I’ve not heard that before.” He teased, earning an evil stare from you.
“What are you talking about?” Isabelle asked, placing some bowls on the table of what appeared to be soup?
“Jace is being a-“
“Y/n confessed her everlasting love to me, we’re getting married next week, I better go and inform Alec and Magnus-“
“Oh shut up, Jace! You know I don’t like you!” You gave Jace a shove before you sat down at the table. He snickered as he sat down opposite you, clearly happy with your reaction.
“Keep telling yourself that, love.” He said under his breath before Isabelle joined the two of you at the table.
There was no denying Jace was attractive, it was almost annoying how he always looked perfect. His perfect blonde hair and his perfect eyes and his perfect smirk and his perfect body- But that wasn’t why you hated him. You hated him because he was such an asshole all the time. He knew he was good looking, and he was overly confident- or so it seemed to you. He never had an issue when it came to one night stands, but you noticed he could never hold down a relationship. You would never see him with the same girl more than once, sometimes twice on the odd occasion. Even you had longer relationships than that (although Isabelle would say being together for 5 days didn’t count as a relationship.)
After finishing the soup Izzy had made, you gave Jace one last glance before standing up and placing your bowl by the sink.
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After a long day of training, it was no surprise that you were sweaty and needed a shower. So, naturally, you headed to your bathroom, locked the door and began to undress. But there was a problem.
Your shower wasn’t working.
You sighed and stepped back out, taking your robe which was hanging up by the door and slipping it on, tying it up, and unlocking the bathroom door again.
You hoped that Isabelle would let you use her bathroom, as the spare bathrooms were tiny and quite frankly disgusting. But as you got closer to her room, you could hear music being played, and as you put your ear to the door you heard not only Isabelle’s voice but also Simon’s. You quickly dismissed this idea.
But that meant you only had one more option. Jace.
Alec was most probably at Magnus’ apartment, so you could use his shower- but you wouldn’t want to do so without asking him first. So you had no other choice.
You felt a strange buzz of anxiety in your belly as you knocked on Jace’s door, all you wanted to do was have a shower, there’s nothing to be anxious about!
As he opened the door, you were met with a shirtless Jace, his hair damp and slightly wavy, his-
“Come to discuss our wedding, love?” He teased you, eyeing you up and down, trying to figure out if you were actually wearing anything beneath your robe. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and shook your head.
“Jace, look, my shower isn’t working and Izzy has Simon over. I didn’t want to have to bother you but-”
“You want to take a shower with me? Without taking me to dinner first? Wow-”
“No, no! I meant, I- You-” You suddenly became quite flustered, unable to think of anything other than the sight of him in the shower, hair dripping, the way the water would fall on his body- Stop! You were sure you were blushing now, and as you looked back up at him, he confirmed it with a devilish smirk.
“What’s got you so pink in the face, sweetheart? I thought you hated me?” He taunted you, and you couldn’t take it any more. The throbbing between your thighs was becoming almost painful as you wrapped your arms around his neck and captured his lips with yours in a needy kiss. You couldn’t help but think about what this would do to his ego. He was going to become unbearable to live with, but in the moment you couldn’t help yourself. He was so fucking hot, you could never truly hate him.
You pushed him backwards a little, so you were both in his room with the door shut. If Isabelle saw the two of you right now, she would never shut up about it, telling you I told you so. You always denied your feelings towards Jace, hiding them with hatred, and he always expressed his feelings through teasing you, causing you to ‘hate’ him even more.
Quickly, you pull away from Jace before he had the chance to rest his hands on your waist.
“Oh, fuck!” You hid your face with your hands, turning away from Jace. You were such an idiot.
“What is it? Did I do something wrong, I-” Jace genuinely seemed confused, and quite panicked by your sudden change in attitude.
“No. Well, actually, yes you have. You’re such an asshole, Jace. But I can’t help every time I see your perfect fucking face, or your… What I’m trying to say is this was a mistake. I-” You were shut up by lips crashing into yours once more, this time more passionate than the last. His hand cupped your face as the other held your waist, leading the two of you closer and closer towards the bed. He must have seen the way your eyes were so lust-blown only a few moments ago, as his hand creeped towards the place where your robe was tied, and within seconds it had fallen to the floor.
You would have felt nervous, even anxious about your body being on display like this, especially in front of Jace as he pulled away from the kiss, but as soon as you saw the way he was looking at you, your worries disappeared. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes half-lidded, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became heavier.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hand gently placed on your shoulder. He slid it down your body, touching you for the first time. He gently caressed your breasts, massaging the soft flesh as small whimpers left your lips and your eyes fell shut. He took a moment to toy with your nipples, and that was when you let out an almost pornographic moan. At that, he dropped to his knees, his hand sliding down your torso until it rested just above your cunt.
He placed kisses along your thighs before looking up at you, as if asking for permission. You eagerly nodded your head, you desperately needed him to touch you.
He moved slightly and took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder to put your slick pussy on full display for him. He parted your lips with two fingers, before leaning in and swiping his tongue along your clit. The action was so sudden that your knees buckled beneath you, so he moved once more and pushed you down onto the bed. As your back fell onto the mattress, he pulled you closer to him so your knees were hanging off his bed. Then, he resumed his attack on your clit.
“Oh fuck! Jace!” You groaned, slapping one hand over your mouth and tangling the other in his hair as he ate you out.
He sucked you clit between his lips, earning a string of moans to fall from your lips, and that’s when he decided to trace his finger over your hole, before replacing it with his thumb. He eased the tip of his thumb in before pulling it out again, watching as your hole pulsed, begging for more.
Without any warning, he slipped his middle finger into you and curled it upwards in a ‘come here’ motion as he continued sucking, lipping and nipping at your clit. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around the man between your thighs, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
“Shh, it’s okay, angel. Think you can take another one?” He teased, bringing a second finger to your entrance.
Jace had assumed you were a virgin, and he was right. However, he knew you had touched yourself before. Occasionally, you would think you were home alone and your hand would travel between your thighs, small moans and whimpers would fall from your lips as Jace passed by your room. It took all his strength to simply walk past, especially when you would moan his name.
He slipped the second finger in, and you felt that familiar feeling in your belly. However, this time it felt ten times stronger. You were worried that you would actually explode when you reached your high.
“I know you’ve been wanting this, angel. Coming undone on my fingers, my tongue. Pretending you hate me, but I could see straight through you. I knew all along you were just a little slut, isn’t that right? I knew just how jealous you would get whenever a girl would come home with me, just how angry it would make you. But it’s okay, they never meant anything,” his thumb replaced his mouth on your clit as he spoke, and his words went straight to your core, “I knew all along you wanted to be my girl. Cum for me and I’ll make your wish come true, cum on my fingers, darling, I know you’re close.
Just as your orgasm washed over you and your thighs began to tremble, Jace leaned down and captured your lips with his. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, followed by strings of profanities as his fingers continued to pump inside you, working through your high. You had never felt so… wonderful. You were gasping for air but Jace’s lips were still on yours, you could even taste yourself on his tongue.
You wrapped both of your arms around him and held him close, hoping he would lie by your side when you finally came back to reality. However, he escaped from your arms and went into the bathroom to retrieve a soft, damp cloth to clean you up with.
“Stay still for me, darling.” He chuckled as he spread your legs to clean up your messy cunt, but your thighs kept pressing together. However, he managed to clean you up and threw the cloth to the corner of the room, to a pile of clothes that needed washing.
He helped you up the bed, so your head was against the pillows, and lied beside you, pulling you close to him in a warm embrace as your head rested on his chest.
He stroked your bare back, causing you to shiver slightly as it tickled, which seemed to amuse Jace.
“So what does this mean?” You asked, moving your head to look up at Jace who was sitting against the headboard, one arm behind his head.
“What does what mean?”
“Everything you said, about being yours?”
Jace took a moment to think, and you were filled with a sudden panic that he didn’t mean what he said, that it just felt right in the moment.
“You can use my shower, sweetheart. When you’re finished, get changed into something nice, or not- but I don’t think you’d want to wear leggings and a hoodie on your first date.” He said, a smirk creeping up on his lips.
“Are you, the Jace Herondale- who never dates- asking me out on a date?”
“No, I’m not asking you,” he chuckled, playing with your hair, “darling, I’m telling you.”
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Please|| Jace Herondale x reader
Summary: you’ve been teasing jace all day until he can’t take it anymore
Warnings: smut
“Love, please!” You we’re teasing jace the whole day, starting this morning when you both woke up and gave jace head but then pulled away right when he was about to cum and just continued with the day.
Then at lunch when you ran your hand over jace's visible bulge and pushed your hand into his pants teasing the tip of his cock with your tumb- as you again pulled away when you felt that he was close.
Now, late afternoon jace has been following you through the whole institute, begging for you touch as you would just ignore him and he slowly gave up the hope that he would get to cum today as you just laughed to yourself- knowing the power you had over this desperate man.
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When jace stopped following you around, you decided to go shower before you went to bed.
You took of your clothes before you stepped into the shower and turned on the water, waiting for it to become warm.
You closed your eyes as you felt the warm water running down your body.
When you were wet enough you turned around to grab the shampoo bottle as you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your back against a chest.
“Jace…” you tried not to let out a moan as you felt his hard cock pressed against your ass.
“Why are you doing this to me y/n” you turned to face him as you pressed your lips against his and put one hand up to his neck,pulling him closer, as the other one slowly slides down his chest to his hard length, wrapping your hands around it as you slowly pump his cock, as jace moans into the kiss when you felt him thrusting into your hand.
“That’s right, fuck my hand baby. C’mon tell me what you want, you’ll get it”his head felt down onto your shoulder as he uncontrollably moans into your ear- struggling to speak.
“I wanna feel you… please..” he whispers as the pleasure became a little too much when he felt your tumb on the tip- just like you did at lunch
“You are feeling me”you said as your pace quickens and you felt him getting closer again.
“Wann-wanna feel your mouth around me, please angel…”you heard him whine as he bucks his hips into your hand again when he felt you pulling away from him as he signed before his head was thrown back.
It wasn’t long until you pushed jace on the wall, bringing his attention back to you as you dropped on your knees, becoming on eye level with his cock as your hands wrapped around him again when you took the tip into your mouth, running your tongue over it as jace’s head was thrown back and he had a strong grip on your hair.
You slowly took all of him into your mouth- licking up his length,until you felt him on the back of your throat.
“Fuck, just like that..” you began to suck on his cock as you thrust him in and out of your throat-pumping the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.
You hear jace letting out moans which are followed with your name- telling you how good you’re taking him.
“Don’t stop angel, please”you feel him twitch inside you as you feel his cum spilling out of him, down your throat as you swallowed it all.
After jace stopped filling your mouth you get up on your feet as you pulled him into a kiss- giving him a taste of himself.
“Thank you”he mumbled against your lips.
“We should get out of the shower” you said as jace grabbed towels for you both before walking back to you room.
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All Mine
⭐️reposting this because it didn't show up in the tags
⭐️ Jace Herondale x Fem! Brightlaw Reader
⭐️masterlist | here are your warnings: 17+ + PiV + fluffy smut + marking and possessive-ness + birth control runes
⭐️book/movie Jace??? Idk. I imagine movie Jace as Jace when I'm reading, which I'm doing rn, I'm rereading city of bones. I'm going to post the next three chapters of EWW to my ao3 this weekend, and maybe I'll get a good update out! Like a real one. Thanks everyone for being patient and bearing with me being a totally emotional spaz
Jace's room was usually clean. The immaculate space could only be described as that of belonging to a monk or a pastor, or any man who lived in quiet humbility. Typically the place was spotless: routinely dusted and the hardwood floors always swept--perhaps that was a trait he had picked up from Mayrse...she was a rather strong advocate for the neat freak movement, so perhaps something about being raised by her in his later years of childhood had rubbed off.
His stack of piano music books, and a few other personal belongings, tended to be neatly set on his dresser, the one with the huge mirror (the same one he probably spent forty minutes gazing into every morning).
But now the room was trashed. It had everything to do with the way Jace had dragged you around it. He'd tossed you on every possible surface and possessed your body. Books spilled across the edge as your hands buckled to find something to grip onto as Jace hoisted his hips hard against yours, filling you up with this long cock.
By now, it had been hours, and you were both on the bed.
His thumbs pressed hard into the flesh of your ass as he guided your hips back and forth, shushing you as he grinned like a fallen Angel.
"You like this cock, baby?" Jace asked, his curly golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. The flushed features of his sharp cheekbones and the flickering golden hue fading in and out of his crisp blue eyes reminded you of his angelic heritage.
"Come on, angel, answer me," Jace hissed as he tipped your face up. His long fingers pressed beneath your chin, and his eyes glittered gold with brief hunger as he examined the splotchy marks he'd littered on your throat.
"I do like it," you stammered out, still trying to hump his hips as fast and hard as you could. His cock was angled just right so it rubbed the spongy spot inside of you. Your clit was erect and pounding with rushing blood, beating fast like another pulse in your body.
"I like it, I like it," you whined, sounding pathetic and not at all like a Shadowhunter. What would your parabatai say if they knew just how cockdumb you'd become, and for Jace Herondale of all people. He easily was the most arrogant of all Shadowhunters.
"Yeah, I know you like it," Jace chuckled as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hands, the cool metal of his family rings, both the Wayland and the Herondale sigils passing over your flushed face. The coldness of the rings eased the sweat as Jace maneuvered his thumb to tickle your clitoris just lightly. It made your vision blur and you couldn't help but cry out.
"You own this cock, don't you?" Jace purred as he lazed back, his voice deep with pleasure as you cried in rumbling ecstasy. Your body was trembling all over and Jace caught you as you pushed forward, slumping over as you gave up on using your own hips to hump his dick.
Jace wrapped his arms around you. He had gotten bulkier, more muscular, since the last battle in Alicante against Jonathan's army; he'd found temporary peace in his excercising with Alec, as well as his clear mind. Heavenly Fire flooded his veins, making the apples of his cheeks rosy with rush and fever.
You groaned into the crook of Jace's neck as he held you together. Without his arms you might very well fall apart; come completely undone as Jace split you in half, releasing your shadowy soul and laying it to rest in the City of Bones.
"Daughter of The Brightlaws" your slated tombstone would read. "Killed by a Herondale cock."
Well, it'd be an interesting sight.
Jace's hips and thighs smacked up as he leaned back into the headboard of the large, Institute bed. He cradled you in his arms and softly groaned as he fucked into you. Your teeth sank over the Star shaped mark on his shoulder as his skin wettly slapped into yours.
"Gotta suck something to keep quiet?" Jace chuckled as your lips suckled onto the mark. "That's fucking hot. That's right, suck. Like it's my cock, okay?"
Your lips cramped as tears dropped down your cheeks. Your upteenth orgasm was stirring inside of you, churning like cream into sugar. It was a sweeter feeling than any cake batter or cookie dough; a stronger and hotter feeling than any fine whiskey or vodka you'd ever tasted.
Jace hissed as your teeth nipped his collar bone. The skin was blotched red and purple and it stained the Star mark on his shoulder.
You shuddered violently as cum spilled outside of you. It was leaking down your thighs, coating Jace's pelvis; it was a salty mix of the both of you: it was the last of the Herondales and Brightlaws, and it was being wasted on sloppy, sloppy sex; what would the consul say? How would the Clave react if they knew your left shoulder blade was coated with a birth control rune, courtesy of Clary Fairchild.
The sound of Jace's cock plunging in and out through the sticky flood of semen was erotic on its own. It lubricated your pounding clit so that even the lightest touch made you flinch in the best of ways.
"Cum on it again, okay, Angel? I can't get enough of the feeling. Aw, baby, don't cry," Jace chuckled as he used a thumb to wipe away the tears that settled on your cheeks. "I'm going to take such good care of you. Don't you know how much I love you?"
The creaking of the bed crescendoed into a slamming against the walls. No doubt the other residents were hearing all of this, and no doubt would they guffaw and joke about it during breakfast the next day.
"I love you," Jace said, his voice breathless as he held your hips down firmly. His cock was twitching and pounding as it hammered inside of you. His thighs were thick and full with muscle as they flexed to keep himself from collapsing into the mattress. His entire body burned with tire but he couldn't stop. He needed one more, one more burst of ecstasy with you. "I will love you until I die. And if there's a life after that? I'll love you then. Can't let my Angel be all alone...need to keep her company."
Your jaw went slack as drool dripped from your lips, sticking to the Herondale star as you emitted mindless sounds into his golden skin. "I love you, Jace," you said between hiccuping moans.
"And my cock?"
You couldn't help but laugh between the thrusts. "Even your cock, baby."
Jace firmly smacked you on the ass as he made a little noise of praise. "That's right. You love it. You love it, you own it; you milk it so good. Your wet pussy hugs me just right. Raziel made you for me."
His blue eyes flared with golden flame; the heavenly fire was forcing its way out of hiding, making his hands warm as the groped across your body. "You're all mine."
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Lost and Found - Jace Herondale x female reader
Summary: You find out you're pregnant after what you thought was a one night stand
Words: 1.6k
Warnings: hurt/comfort
Notes: This was meant to be part of a series of them finding out you're pregnant but it works as a stand alone
Y/N's POV
The clang of seraph blades echoes through the training room as Jace and Clary engage in an intense sparring session. Their movements are fluid, synchronised, a testament to their years of training together. I just watch from the sidelines, a knot of guilt and fear tightening in my chest with each clash of Stella.
Clary’s fiery red hair trails behind her as she darts across the training room, her emerald eyes ablaze with determination. She’s a whirlwind of energy and passion, her slender frame moving with a fluidity that belies her strength. Despite the intensity of their training, their’s a playful glint in her eyes as she flirts shamelessly with Jace, her words carrying a hint of mischief.
“Come on Jace, you’re not going easy on me, are you?” She teases, a sly grin playing at the corners of her lips as she parries his attacks with ease.
As Jace's golden hair catches the harsh light of the training room, his smirk seems to glow, accentuating the lines of his chiseled features. His azure eyes, filled with amusement, lock onto Clary's with an intensity that sends a pang of jealousy coursing through me. Each fluid movement he makes is like a knife twisting in my chest, reminding me of what I can never have.
“You know me, Clary," he replies, his voice laced with amusement. "I never go easy on anyone, especially not you.”
Clary, with her fiery red hair framing her determined expression, flirts shamelessly with Jace even more, her laughter ringing out like a melody that I can't bear to hear. It's as if they exist in a world of their own, where I'm nothing more than a distant observer, a ghost haunting the edges of their happiness.
The pain of watching them together is like a weight pressing down on my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs until I can barely breathe. Knowing that I carry a child — a child that probably isn’t wanted by the man I love— only adds to the suffocating sense of despair that threatens to consume me.
I have to sit there, head in my hands, as the realisation sinks in: I’m trapped in a situation that has no happy ending. I'm carrying a child that will never know the love of its father, condemned to a life of loneliness and uncertainty. And as I watch Jace and Clary spar, their laughter echoing off the walls of the training room, I can't help but feel like a pawn in a cruel game, destined to lose no matter which way I turn.
Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes as I struggle to come to terms with the harsh reality of my situation. I want to scream, to lash out at the unfairness of it all, but instead, I sit there in silence, the weight of my despair bearing down on me like a heavy burden that I can never hope to shake.
As tears continue to blur my vision, a gentle but familiar hand lands on my shoulder, its touch a lifeline in the sea of darkness that threatens to engulf me. Startled, I glance up and find Jace crouching in front of me, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of something else—something that sends a flutter through my chest.
“Hey,” he says softly, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of chaos, “What’s going on?”
I swallow hard, struggling to find the words to express the turmoil raging inside me. But Jace’s presence is like a beacon of light in the darkness, urging me to open up and share my burden.
“I…” My voice breaks, and I shake my head, unable to form the words that threaten to spill from my lips. I can't ruin this for them—not when Clary stands nearby, her empathetic gaze silently urging me to speak. But Jace's touch on my cheek is gentle yet insistent, his warm palm cupping my face, forcing me to meet his gaze once more.
A choked sound escapes my lips, and I let my head fall forward, my forehead pressing against Jace’s His breath catches in his throat, but instead of pulling away or getting angry, he waits, his arms a silent invitation for me to share my burden.
And so, with a trembling breath, I whisper the truth—the truth that I’ve been hiding for almost three weeks now, expecting the worst but hoping for the best, “I’m pregnant Jace.” And to my surprise, Jace doesn’t pull away or recoil in anger. Instead, he pulls me from the chair and into his strong, safe arms holding me against his chest as if he never wants to let me go.
I bury my face in his chest, my tears soaking the fabric of already his sweat-stained shirt, but I could’t care less about the mess of sweat and grime clinging to his skin. All that matters is that he’s here, holding me close, offering me the comfort and support I so desperately need.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, my voice muffled against his chest, “I didn’t mean to ruin everything for you and Clary. I know you don’t want a kid.”
But Jace’s response is not what I anticipated. With surprising gentleness, he hooks a finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. Pain flickers behind his heterochromatic eyes, mirroring the turmoil in my own heart.
“Hey,” He murmurs, his voice tinged with sadness, “Clary and I… we’re just friends now. Things have changed between us.” His words strike me like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the fog of my despair. I search his eyes for any hint of deception or regret, but all I find is sincerity and unwavering determination, “Just because we didn’t plan this,” He continues, his voice steady despite the raw emotion simmering beneath the surface, “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be a part of this child’s life. I may not ave expected it, but that doesn’t change how I feel.”
Tears blur my vision as his words wash over me, a wave of relief and gratitude flooding my senses. In that moment, I realise that maybe—just maybe—there's hope for us yet. Hope for me, for him, and for the little life growing within me.
Then, Jace surprises me even more, drawing my face up to his so he can ghost a kiss over my lips. My breath catches in my throat, a gasp escaping me at the unexpected touch of his lips against mine. It's tender, fleeting, but it sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins, igniting a fire that burns brighter than any fear or doubt.
Before I can even register what's happening, my hands find his hair, pulling him closer as I deepen the kiss with a hunger born of longing and desperation. His lips meet mine with equal fervour, a silent affirmation of the emotions that swirl between us—a whirlwind of passion, love, and unspoken promises.
And then, just when I think my heart couldn't possibly beat any faster, I feel his hand—solid and warm—resting on my currently still flat belly. It's a silent promise, a gesture of love and commitment that takes my breath away.
Just when I think my heart couldn't possibly beat any faster, I feel his hand—solid and warm—resting on my currently still flat belly. It's a silent promise, a gesture of love and commitment that takes my breath away, filling me with a sense of wonder and awe at the life growing within me. But, before we can lose ourselves completely in the moment, a clearing of the throat interrupts us. We look up to see Alec standing there, his eyebrows raised in silent inquiry as he gazes down at us.
Reality comes crashing back, and I suddenly remember where we are—the bustling training room filled with Shadowhunters going about their duties, oblivious to the personal drama unfolding before them. Heat floods my cheeks as I pull away from Jace, my hands falling away from his hair as I straighten up, attempting to compose myself.
"Uh, hi Alec," I stammer, my voice sounding small and unsure in the sudden awkwardness of the situation.
Alec's expression softens as he takes in our flushed faces and tangled limbs, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Hey, guys," he says, his tone light but tinged with amusement. "Everything okay here?”
I nod, my cheeks still burning with embarrassment. "Yeah, we're fine," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "We were just…talking."
Alec's lips twitch in a faint smile, but he doesn't press us for details. Instead, he nods in understanding. “Seemed a lot more than talking,” he says with a smirk before turning to leave.
As he disappears back down the hallways probably to his office, I let out a shaky breath, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation wash over me. "We should go to the infirmary," I murmur, turning to Jace with a hesitant smile. "Just to make sure everything's okay before we tell everyone.”
Jace nods, his expression filled with determination and love. "Of course," he says, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "Let's go make sure our little one is doing alright.”
And with that, we link hands and make our way out of the training room, ready to face whatever challenges may lie ahead, together.
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Jace in COB, where instead of Clary being able to take the cup out of the card it’s actually the reader, and when Valentine tries to hurt her or threaten her to get her to give him the cup Jace just gets super protective,
And/or
Reader and Jace are already in a relationship; Valentine needs Jace to do something for him, Jace refuses. Valentine responds by threatening to hurt the reader if Jace doesn’t do what Valentine wants him to, and Jace loses it, grabbing every weapon he can find trying to get his ‘father’ away from the reader while Valentine is just taunting him.
I know they’re kind of strange asks, I’m sorry. Your writing is wonderful!
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Jace Wayland Being Protective
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summary: what it’s like when jace wayland is protective over you
pairing: jace wayland x reader
warnings: mentions of canon typical violence
note: jace wayland the loml this isn’t going to do well because i’m pretty sure the mortal instruments fandom is dead but i hope you love this !!
Jace is already extremely protective over you on a normal day.
He knows that you can take care of yourself for the most part, but protecting people is quite literally his job.
When Valentine is around, Jace’s protectiveness goes up like six notches. He’s always by your side, making sure you stay a safe distance away from any conflict that may be arising.
When Valentine grabs you, threatening your life if Clary didn’t hand over the cup, Jace loses his mind. He has to be physically restrained from attacking Valentine.
Jace isn’t one to show emotion very often, instead choosing to bottle his feelings. However, when your life is on the line, he can’t help but get visibly frustrated and angry.
Jace grabs any weapon he can, shouting threats at Valentine and practically begging him to let you go.
When you’re finally a safe enough distance away from Valentine, Jace loses it. He almost kills Valentine before he escapes.
Jace is incredibly protective of you. He’ll kill anyone who ever threatens your life.
No matter how strong and capable you may be, Jace always pushes you behind him when you’re around any visible danger. He would never forgive himself if he let you get hurt.
While he may not always express it, Jace loves you so much and would quite literally die before he let anything bad happen to you.
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hey!! could you do a enemies to lovers where jace teases the reader for actually loving him and not hating him like she says she does then she gets flustered and jace also teases her about that too and it ends with him eating her out?? sorry if it’s too specific!!
hello hello!
so like I said, writing for Jace is a lil out of my comfort zone, just because I don't know too much about the mortal instruments and that sort of universe in general. but I've given it my best shot for you! and the specifics help a lot, thank you! I hope this is alright. <3
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, SCRAM KIDS or I'll turn the hose on you. enemies to lovers. oral sex (f receiving). a few swears.
note: okay well...I guess I do smut on the reg now, sorry mom and jesus.
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Life at The Institute was not exactly where you thought you would be growing up. You had only recently learned the truth about your early life and birth parents. They were both shadow hunters, and they had placed you for adoption, in fear for your safety; wanting to keep you away from the evils and darkness that swelled around them. Eventually, your intuitive and gifted mind sorted out the truth, uncovering the very world they tried to keep you from.
You tracked down The Institute, meeting Alec, Isabelle, and Jace, upon arrival. Letting them know that you hoped to find your fellow shadow hunter parents, they invited you in, offering their help and hospitality. Alec and Isabelle were lovely and the three of you hit it off rather quickly. However, Jace was not as warm to you.
In fact, he had a chip on his shoulder that made it awfully hard for you to enjoy his company. A smugness and sarcastic nature that never failed to instantly annoy you when he walked into a room. He seemed to always know how to push your buttons; making snarky comments, being short with you, getting you frustrated and worked up before smirking to himself, having the victory of getting to you. It was like a game to him.
You sat in your room this morning, reading your current choice of literature, sipping a mug of tea before you started your day. A knock came upon your door, startling you momentarily. You gently closed the book, marking your spot, and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. As you grabbed your robe from your bedpost, another knock came from the door.
“Just a minute!” You called, cursing under your breath at whoever couldn’t wait more than 20 seconds for you to open the door.
Once you had made yourself decent, you went over and turned the knob, swinging the door open. On the other side, you were annoyingly met with Jace. His shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open, revealing his many rune markings across his toned torso. He was significantly taller than you, so your eyeline was at his chest.
“My eyes are up here, love.” He smirked. “I know it’s hard to take your eyes off though.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning against the door frame, crossing your arms. “What do you want, Jace?”
He held up a notebook, your journal. “I believe this is yours.”
Your eyes widened as you snatched it from him. “Where did you find this?!”
“It was on a windowsill in the library, you must have left it there. You’ve got some interesting ideas, by the way.” He winked.
You instantly saw red, realizing he had read these private thoughts of yours. “You read my journal?!”
“Well, I had to see who it belonged to, didn’t I? You really shouldn’t be leaving your belongings around if they’re so valuable to you.” He still held his smirk.
“I didn’t mean to leave it anywhere…When did you even find this? You’re not usually up this early.” You tucked the journal under your arm.
“Couldn’t sleep…I was just really invested in what I was reading. Especially page 23.” He leaned against the doorframe to match your position, raising his eyebrows at you.
“You son of a…” You quickly whipped open the notebook to the page he had mentioned. Scanning your writing, you came across a short passage you had written about Jace.
I almost fell flat on my face in the hallway, but Jace actually caught me. He asked if I was alright, even. I’m not sure what kind of good mood he was in, I would have expected him to let me knock my own teeth out. It was a surprisingly nice moment. But god, I really can’t stand him sometimes. He’s rude, cold, full of himself, just insufferable… It’s such a shame he really is rather attractive. If he had any redeeming qualities, I’d maybe even say I would be into him. I would have enjoyed having his hands on me. I really wish I could like him. Truthfully, I want to like him. I think I do care about him somewhere deep down. But he just has to be a total asshole all the time.
You looked up to Jace, who was grinning wickedly. You slammed the book shut, tucking it back under your arm.
“I bet you’re just so pleased with yourself.” You hissed, scrunching your face into a scowl.
“I’m always pleased with myself. But I’m more interested in the fact that it seems you are actually rather pleased with me.”
You scoffed. “Oh my god…you’re delusional.”
“I think you’re the one being delusional. You wrote it yourself. You really don’t think I’m all that terrible, do you?” He leaned forward slightly.
“I do. I do think you’re terrible.” You said in a stern tone.
He shook his head. “I don’t think you do…I think you really do like me.”
“Oh my god…” You rolled your eyes. “I do not! You’re infuriating.”
Jace chuckled. “And I’ve noticed how you look at me, too, when you think I don’t notice.”
“I-I don’t look at you in any way… I don’t-” You raised your voice at him, and he chuckled again. “See you’re just trying to mess with me right now, like always. Jace, it’s 7am. It’s too early for this shit.”
You went to close your door, but he held his hand out.
“You wouldn’t get so worked up if you didn’t care about me, would you?” He cocked his head.
You huffed, lost for words about how to convince him that you didn’t have feelings for him. Maybe a few times you thought he looked nice, or maybe you had a strange dream about the two of you together…but you didn’t have feelings for him. No, absolutely not.
Jace stepped through the threshold of your room, closing the door behind him. You found yourself swallowing hard as all you could do was watch him. He stepped closer to you.
“Jace…” You started to say. “I…I don’t…” Your gaze fell again to his chest.
“Oh, but you do, don’t you?” He said, just barely above a whisper, stepping closer again.
Your mouth fell open slightly, to say something, anything. All you could do was shake your head no, feeling your heartbeat in your ears. He slowly brought his hand up to your cheek, cupping it lightly. You brought your eyes up to him; his were dark, staring deep into yours. He was intoxicating, you felt an ache between your thighs, finally realizing the walls you had been putting up were falling away. You needed him. He tilted his head as he gently caressed your cheekbone with his thumb. Only centimeters separated you now.
“Jace-“ You started to say, but were soon cut off by his lips pressed into yours, which you didn’t fight.
In fact, you pressed your own lips hard into his. His hand fell from your cheek, snaking around your waist, resting on the small of your back. Your hands came up, journal dropping with a thud to the floor from under your arm, pressing against his bare chest as he pulled you into him. He pushed you slowly backward towards your bed; your whole body and mind were buzzing, you barely even noticed until you felt the back of your legs hit the mattress and Jace gently lowered you down on to your back.
His lips traveled from your lips down to your neck, nipping and licking, as he ran his hands over your torso. Your breath was heavy as you reveled in his touch.
“Let me show you that I can play nice too.” He whispered against your neck.
He sat up on his knees on either side of your hips. His hands reached for the tie on your robe, pulling it teasingly slow, smirking down at you. He pushed away the satin fabric from your top half, revealing your torso, covered only by a sheer bralette that you had slept in. He dipped down again, delivering kisses to your collar bone, making his way more center, to just under your throat, then down between the valley of your breasts, and down to your stomach. As he traveled lower, he parted your robe further, displaying your light pink panties; a patch of arousal already soaking through the fabric. His eyes looked up to you hungrily, noticing how badly you ached for him.
“All for me?” He winked.
He placed a soft kiss on your thigh as he pinched the fabric on the waist band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and letting them fall to the floor. Lowering himself between your legs, he held eye contact with you as his lips made contact with your pussy, teasing you with a soft kiss. You whimpered, bucking your hips ever so slightly, eager for more, you needed more. He chuckled to himself.
“Don’t get greedy.” He smirked.
“Jace…please…” You whined.
“Well, since you asked nicely…”
He maintained his eye contact as he brought his mouth to your clit. His soft tongue generously started working on you and your breath hitched, screwing your eyes shut. You felt him smile against you, seeing you squirm in pleasure under his touch. His tongue lapped at your clit in perfect rhythm, circling it euphorically, sucking every now and then for added sensation. You rocked your hips into him, quiet moans escaping your throat that were music to his ears. He teased a finger at your entrance, driving you wild for just a moment, before plunging inside, curling upward.
“Mmm, oh god…” You breathed. “Please don’t stop.” Your hands found their way down to his blonde locks, entangling your fingers in them.
He slipped a second digit in, curling that one along with the other. You gasped, throwing your head back against the mattress. Your mind went fuzzy, only managing to whimper and let out strings of curses and his name. He loved hearing his name on your lips like that. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, arching your back, as your legs started to shake.
“Jaaace…fuck…I-I’m…gonna…ohmygod.” You moaned, tightening your grip on his hair.
“That’s it, baby. Go on, let it go.” He said against you, placing his free hand on your lower belly, increasing the pressure.
It was all the extra pressure you needed for the coil to snap. You shook and bucked your hips as he kept his tongue and fingers working, riding out your orgasm with you, leaving no ounce of pleasure for you ignored. He kept going until your moans turned into gasps of overstimulation. It was so much, but you didn’t want to tell him to stop. He slipped his fingers out of you as you came down from your high. He then placed one last gentle kiss on to your swollen, sensitive bud, kissing his way back up to meet your lips, tasting yourself on him. Your excitement coating his lips and chin, glistening in the early morning light that came through the window.
“So, it seems like you do like me after all…quite a lot, actually.” He grinned.
You let out a soft burst of air through your nose as a smile grew across your face. You hand rose to tousle his hair, bringing his lips back to yours.
“Maybe you’re right…” You smiled.
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Breakfast | Jace Herondale
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Pairing(s): Reader x Jace Herondale, (mentioned) Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood
Summary: Your morning are normally all over the place. But there is one constant thing. Or perhaps you should say person.
Warning: Food, kissing, possibly some cursing.
Notes:
|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|
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The bed was nice and comfortable this particular morning. A little too comfortable. But you don’t think that was because of the bed.
A hand was rubbing up and down your back. Soothing you and relaxing your posture. You don’t think you could’ve cared if a demon had burst through the door at that very moment.
“I was wondering when you would finally wake up.” The blonde said
“The beds comfortable.” You replied in a whisper
“You mean my bed is comfortable.”
You looked around the room in confusion. Sure enough you were in Jaces room.
Your brain scanned for memories of last night.
“What happened?” You asked turning around to face him.
Jace was propped up on his elbow, his face in his palm as he looked down on you.
“We nearly got killed by a demon. We got back to the institute ordered some dinner, you crashed after dinner. Typical night.” Jace shrugged
You nodded, half awake. A yawn left your mouth.
“So,” you began, “what’s for breakfast?”
Jace smiled, an easy, soft smile. Not like the sharp sarcastic ones he often gave others. These smiles were reserved for only when it was the two of you.
“Well, Alec’s at the old warlocks, Izzy went out with fangs, and Clary’s at her the abandoned police station, meeting with some werewolves. Something apparently happened last weekend that we needed to be bothered about so Clary went to check it out. So we could order in or-”
“Should we have sent someone with her?” You asked
“Her dads there of course. Besides, Clary can hold her own.”
You hummed in agreement, Clary might be small but she is one feisty girl. Especially when you beat her at a board game while drunk.
Jace cleared his throat teasingly, “As I was saying we could order something or I could make something.”
You raised your eyebrows, “You can cook?”
“And bake.” Jace added, seemingly not at all offended by his partners words.
“Since when?”
“Since forever. My father wanted me to be very diverse in my skills, that includes culinary arts.” He stopped for a moment, “And how to sing the entire abc’s in fifteen seconds.”
You were going to comment on that but Jace sat up, and you closed your mouth.
“Shall we?” He held out his hand for you
You chuckled and took his hand, “I suppose we shall.”
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The kitchen was reasonably enourmas. With the amount of rooms the institute held it only made for the kitchen to be such a extended space.
Jace let go of your hand and went over the fridge.
When you saw him eyeing the leftovers you spoke up, “I thought you were supposed to be showing off your excellent chef skills.”
Jace looked towards, amused, “I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about lunch in the process.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled none the less.
Jace looked at the fridge, deep in the thought, then he grinned.
You raised your eyebrows, “What’s that look?”
Jace looked at you, “What look?”
You point at him, “That one. It makes me nervous.”
He smirked, “I make you nervous?”
“Wha- You know what I mean.” You said
His smirk didn’t fade, “Of course I do.”
You watched him as he walked to the cabinets and began searching through them.
He glanced back at you, “Make yourself comfortable, darling. Perfection takes time.”
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You lost track of the time. You mostly talked to Jace while he worked. Jace was a good multi-tasker. He told you some old stories (some you were sure he made up) as he continued his work.
Like fighting, Jace moved smoothly throughout the kitchen. Never knocking anything over, or burning himself, or stopping to make sure he had added the right thing into the pan. You were a little jealous.
“Go sit at the table.” Jace said
Twenty minutes later he brought over a tray of food. You felt a bit like royalty in that moment.
The food looked amazing, you had believed him when he said he could cook and bake but you were very pleasantly suprised.
If it looked amazing, it certainly smelled even better.
The tray was full of the kind of food you’d see in a movie. There was a mixture of fruits, fluffy pancakes, a little cup full of syrup, another of chocolate chips. It even had a little cup full of your favorite candy. There was chocolate syrup in another cup.
Jace leaned over you with a whipped cream can in hand and made a little swirl on top of your pancakes. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as well.
You looked up at him, jaw dropped. He only smirked in return, validated by your expression.
“Wow, Jace, this is…amazing.” You said for a lack of a better word.
“I told you.” He said
He took a couple of the mixed fruits from your plate and popped them into his mouth.
You raised an eyebrow at him, but he only took another, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.
“Now,” He pushed the tray towards you, “try it so you can tell me more about how jaw dropping I am.”
“I did not say jaw dropping.” You said
His smirk was still ever so present, “You didn’t have to, darling.”
You cast one more glare towards him before adding what you wanted to your pancakes and taking a bite.
It was really good.
You couldn’t help but moan in delight.
“I take it I am as good a I know I am.” Jace said
“I admit, this really fantastic.” You said
“Fantastic, hm? I like that.” He said, “Since I made it I suppose it’s only fair if I try it, right?”
You shrugged, he had made a lot of food.
You expected him to take the fork and dig into the pancakes, not to pull you into his lap and kiss you.
He swallowed your gasp of suprise, passionately kissing you until you couldn’t remember the taste of the food.
When he pulled back, you were confused.
He looked at you in thought before saying, “My food is fantastic.”
But the look in his eyes told you he didn’t care at all for the food.
His hands that were rested on your hips pulled your lips back to his.
The leftovers from breakfast were put in the fridge for later.
#the mortal instruments#jace herondale#jace herondale fluff#jace herondale x reader#jace lightwood#jace herondale imagine#jace wayland x reader#cassandra clare#jace wayland#jace wayland fluff
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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: none, just fluff <3
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Jace Wayland x fem reader
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Jace pays you a visit after a night out with Izzy to give you a birthday present
𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: aaa finally got around to writing something for tumblr so I hope you enjoy a rare sappy and sweet Jace :)
𝙄 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏
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You were sat at your vanity in your room at the institute taking your hair out of its style after going out with Isabelle for your birthday. You were brushing your hair when you heard a knock at your door.
“Come in!” You yelled to whoever was at the door across the room.
The door opened and you looked at your mirror to see who came in. It was Jace. He gently closed your door and made eye contact with your reflection.
“Jace, what are you doing here?” You turned around.
“I wanted to give my wonderful girlfriend her birthday present without everyone around.”
He strode over to where you sat.
“Jace, you know you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“Of course I did, darling. It’s your birthday.”
Your heart melted at his nickname for you. He pulled a small box out of his pocket and handed it to you. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You opened the box to see a silver heart shaped locket. You opened it up and there was a picture of you, Jace, Izzy, Alec, and Clary in it on one side and on the other there was a picture of just you and Jace. Your eyes softened at the pictures and you looked back up at Jace.
“Jace, I love it.” You breathed out.
“Look at the back of it.”
You furrowed your eyebrows but didn’t question it as you flipped the heart to see something engraved in cursive on the back.
Omnia vincit amor
Love conquers all.
The Latin phrase he always said to you. You looked back up to Jace who was looking at you with a smile.
“Here let me put it on you.” He offered.
You handed him the box and he took the necklace out. You turned back around and looked in the mirror, grabbing your hair out of the way. Jace unclasped the necklace and put it around your neck. As he closed it his fingers brushed against the back of your neck causing butterflies in your stomach. Once he finished, his hands slid to your shoulders. You reached up and held the necklace before turning back to him. Your eyes met once again. Your eyes flicked towards his lips. He must have been thinking the same thing because leaned down and kissed you on your lips.
“I love you, happy birthday darling.”
#jace wayland#jace herondale#jace whatever#jace wayland x reader#jace wayland x female reader#jace herondale x reader#jace wayland imagine#the mortal instruments#city of bones#alec lightwood#isabelle lightwood#clary fray
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because you love her.
jace wayland x fem reader
summary: basically u have no clue how ur love life with jace is going
warnings: clueless clary, lashing out, a little bit of obsession??? jace is a little bit of an idiot (not rude, just ignorant) super off plot of tmi with like one scene you’d know, dorothea is like COMPLETELY ooc (out of character) ooc hodge, slightly ooc clary
i know it sounds boring but i’m just lazy to put anything so lol
also pls excuse the terrible pov pronouns im trying to use second person instead of first for this fic so yeah
AND my only knowledge of tmi is the movie so be kind 🤗🤗
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you turn another page in your book, daydreaming as your eyes stare at the words on the pages.
jace. jace, jace, jace, jace.
it was all jace, the only thing that clouded your mind. you found it hard to tear yourself away from the thought of him when you imagined what his lips would feel like. would taste like.
it’s been some time now, the amount of time you’ve been in love with jace. i mean, how couldn’t you? he is an angel—and lord you hate to remember how that was actually literal—but he’s kind behind all of his sarcasm.
he’s really attractive. hot. handsome. pretty, even.
scratch that, he’s more than pretty. he is gorgeous.
when you think about rain, you think about jace. you’ve always loved rain, so the two correlate.
reading, too. reading is always a fun and calming thing to do, even if you’re teased for it.
it’s not very common for shadowhunters or demon hunters to be so soft, at least that’s what jace thought.
until he met you. he likes your softness. he liked a little too much, even. he likes that you don’t wear an overly amount of makeup like izzy does.
he likes that you’re comfortable with your own beauty. sure, he knows you aren’t confident, which he doesn’t understand.
he loved all of things before clary came. to you, he was okay with those things. he didn’t care about the reading or the makeup, that’s why he didn’t tease you for it.
but when clary came, things changed. you noticed jace didn’t care much to defend you against alec’s smart comments about reading, and he didn’t even protest when izzy suggested giving you a makeover when it was time to go to magnus’ party.
yesterday, you blinked harshly as izzy’s hair curler left a section in your hair. you were deep in thought as izzy styles your hair, smiling as she brushed some hair out of your face.
“what’s gotten you so worked up?” she said in a tone one talks in after laughing. anyone else would suppose she was being sarcastic, teasing you, even. clary probably would. but you knew izzy for your entire life to know how to read in between the lines.
“i just wish i wasn’t here.” you mumbled, looking to the side.
“with me?” she scrunched your hair a little bit, giving it volume.
“no, i’d love to be in here talking to you about the party and if there would be any cute boys there or even the fucking escape route we’ll have to use once we crash the whole thing.” your voice was getting louder by the moment and izzy knew something was up.
“if you’re worried about miss googly eyed carrie or whatever her name is, i assure you she’ll only be here for a little bit.”
“i’m worried about her, yeah, but not in the way you assume i am.” you mumbled.
“i don’t know why you’d be worried, she’s not going to take your spot in hodge’s eyes.”
as izzy reached for the brush, you crack a smile. you were always hodge’s favorite, so, no, you’d never be worried about it.
“what do you mean ‘googly eyed’?” you asked curiously, pinching yourself in the wrist as you asked the question in regret.
“you didn’t see it? she’s like, totally in love with jace,” izzy smiled and grabbed the curler.
your heart drops to your feet.
“jace seems to like her, too. he’s worried about her all the time, he’s the one who brought her here… it’s love at first sight if you ask me. dontcha think?”
you swallowed. you wanted to cover your ears and scream until izzy shut up, but you couldn’t. “yeah, i do.” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice.
“they’d be cute together. especially with the height difference. i don’t know if you got a good look at her, but she’s your height. short-”
you tried not to roll your eyes.
izzy sighed before continuing. “and it’s a power couple. she seems innocent. not much like a badass. but we both know jace, on the other hand.”
you forced a laugh. “yeah.”
“now that i think about it, you and clary are similar. really similar, actually. you guys would get along.”
you bit your lip. in this moment, you wanted to tell izzy all about your love for jace, but it wasn’t worth it. there was no point. you swallowed. “maybe, yeah.”
izzy finished with your hair and moved on to makeup. later, you found yourself wearing an extremely short dress and thigh high boots. you had to walk to the party and you walked alongside jace, it was the one time he wasn’t all over clary that day and you just wanted to hear his laugh and to laugh at his jokes.
but now, today, the pages of your favorite book tickles at your fingertips as you stare at the worlds sputtered along them, your brain not registering a simple thing.
“that book must not be very interesting.” you hear from behind you, scaring you out of your daydream.
“jace!” you exclaim.
“really? is that me?” he jokes sarcastically.
you giggle and playfully slap him in the shoulder. “shut up.”
“what book is it?”
“never mind the book, what are you doing in here?”
the blonde lets out a breath, flopping onto your bed. “boredddd.”
you’re taken aback at this. calmly as you can, you say your response carefully so it’s not sarcastic. “where’s clary?”
“what does clary have to do with my boredom?”
you almost laugh at this. “nothing, you’ve just been all over her yesterday and this morning, i thought you guys would be in a closet making out or something.”
jace’s expression drops as he feels his heart stop. his breath hitched. “why are you being like that?”
you close your book. “like what?”
“look, just because i have a heart-”
you immediately lunge forward and feel his chest area where his heart is. you try to pretend that it isn’t beating crazily fast at the distance between the two of your faces.
“not there.”
jace can’t hide his laugh. “yeah, okay. well, just because i have a heart and want to help someone out, doesn’t mean i’m in love with them! and anyway, why is it such a big deal if i were in love with her?”
“is that you admitting that you do?”
“no! answer my fucking question!” he demands.
you swallow, feeling defeated. “it’s not that. she’s taking up all of your time and i literally don’t get to see you anymore.”
you walk to your bookshelf and put your book in. keeping your cool was getting harder and harder by the moment.
“well i’m offering now?” he says, but it sounds like he’s questioning it.
“and then? what about tomorrow?” you put your hair behind your ear, reaching for a gold ring.
“what’s that?” jace gets off of your bed and points to the ring.
“remember when we were kids and you gave me a promise ring that one day we’d get married?” your voice cracks as you place the ring on your finger. “it was sweet at first, but…”
as you pull the ring off your finger, jace is quick to push it back on.
you feel the heat in your cheeks rising, going crazy. you swallow and look into his eyes.
he sighs, removing his hands from yours. “get ready, we’ll leave in a bit. and if you’re so obsessed with clary, i’ll ask her to come. you guys will get along.”
he walks out of the room leaving you blushing and confused.
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clary is all over you, she thinks you’re the coolest person to ever exist.
“your hair looks really pretty, too.” she says, brushing her fingers through it.
“thanks, izzy curled it last night.” you try to hide the annoyance in your voice.
the cab car was extremely hot. the driver had a passenger in the front seat, so the three of you—jace, clary, you— had undid your appearance runes and you were basically hitch hiking without the driver or the passenger knowing.
jace to the left of you and clary to the right.
if you were being honest, you didn’t want to be sitting next to him after what happened earlier. was he trying to say that he still wanted to marry you after all the years?
“oh, please, stop fighting over me, girls!” jace jokes sarcastically. clary cracks up, but for once, you don’t laugh at his joke. he notices this and raises an eyebrow.
“so, clary, where’s your mundane friend?” you ask curiously, starting to think you were wrong about her at first.
“oh, he’s with izzy. she said she’ll take care of him while we go out.” clary looks out the window, admiring the city.
“right.” you turn to your left to find that jace was already staring at you, his gaze low at the hem of your dress.
you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like the way you looked and felt in the dress and makeup you wore yesterday. you decided that before you headed back to the institute, you and izzy could go shopping. you found a ton of short dresses you bought without even trying on, of course.
“what’s up?” you say, staring at jace, his eyes dancing along the hem.
he shoot’s his head up, caught in the act. you smile to yourself. “you’re wearing makeup, aren’t you?”
you bite back a grin. “izzy gave me a bit, she said it looked pretty on me.”
jace doesn’t seem amused. “i think you look better without it.”
you don’t know if that’s a compliment, but you find yourself with a stupid grin plastered on your face as you watch the scenery outside of clary’s window.
“where are we going, by the way?” clary whispers.
“shit.” jace gasps as he grabs your hand, making you instinctively grab clary’s. he opens the door on his side and the driver stops the car, going to see why the door opened and you start running.
you and clary are cracking up at how concentrated jace is as he turns the corner.
“where are we going?!?” you repeat clary’s question from earlier as you start going down a hill.
“hodge used to take us there,” he turns to face you, who has no clue where he plans on going. you raise an eyebrow with crossed arms. “don’t start with the ‘oh, he used to take us everywhere!’ shit, we went a few times every week.”
you smile. you never realized how much of a father hodge acted as, your parents had died in a battle against vampires, and jace’s parents— no one really knew much about.
“i don’t know!” you squeal.
jace squeezes your hand a little tighter and angrily pushes past a crowd of people who jump at the feeling of being pushed but nothing to be pushed by. after blushing over this, you turn to clary who shrugs at jace’s random anger.
“are we going to see dorothea?” you gasp when you realize and jace giggles.
“dorothea?” clary asks, a little alarmed. “that’s my neighbor!”
“you live next to dorothea?” jace asks after turning around to face clary.
you see tension. you can practically feel it. it makes you sick to your stomach. clary’s going to take this moment to bond with jace, when you and him have been coming here since you were little.
“s-she’s— yes.” clary struggles, looking down at her feet.
“she’s yes?” jace laughs at her own joke. you force a laugh to get out of the rearview.
“i knew i recognized this street,” clary whispers to you as you turn the corner.
“okay.” you don’t even want to talk to her anymore. sure, it wasn’t her fault that she lives next to dorothea, but it was almost completely obvious she got nervous when jace got a little too close to her. you clear your throat. “jace, we’re here.”
jace was staring at the ground and he picks his head up without saying anything and turns back to you and clary.
“have you got a key?” he asks clary.
clary is still bright red as she nods, but she puts her hand under the mat on the porch and puts it through the keyhole.
“after you.” jace smiles brightly as he opens the door for you and clary.
you go in before her, jace takes notice to how you cut her off to get in front.
once the three of you are inside, you start to look around. it’s like a regular apartment building, budget was probably sixty thousand on the minimum interior decorating.
jace walks over to the first door on the first floor and knocks.
“shoo, put my mail at the door of my door!” you hear from inside. you look at jace and smile, who smiles back. this gives you major butterflies.
jace knocks again.
“disobeying bastards!” you hear dorothea yell from inside before the door opens and you get a clear view of her. she didn’t age, she was already really old. she looked the same.
“oh my lord!” she exclaims before extending her arms to jace and pulling him in a hug. jace doesn’t really appreciate physical touch that isn’t formed by him, but he accepts it because it’s dorothea. “jace, boy, you’ve gotten so big!”
she turns to you and extends her arms. “and hello, y/n… you’re still small and fragile…”
she chuckles to herself, but you can’t help but feel a little offended.
jace knows how you feel about this, so he rubs your back comfortingly.
“and clary…” she looks at her unamused and then opens the door completely so you all can walk in.
her place has remained the same over the years. not a single book, even, has moved.
you linger closer to jace as you tour her one-bedroom which seems to make him uncomfortable. like you’re following him.
dorothea smiles as she takes a seat at her table. “jace, y/n, come sit.”
you and jace look at each other. then you follow him to the table she’s sitting at as clary explores the room.
“oh, i can’t believe how long it’s been…” she says, looking teary eyed.
“twelve years.” you say, trying not to make it obvious you’re uncomfortable. the situation is awkward.
dorothea stares at you blankly. “you look so beautiful, dear.”
“uh, thanks… izzy let me borrow some makeup.”
if you were being honest, jace looked pissed. it was stupid he thought he could control how you lived.
“she still looks beautiful without it.” he says, facing dorothea. he doesn’t even shoot a second glance towards you.
your cheeks grow red rapidly, and you try not to smile. “thanks.”
jace crosses his arms.
dorothea smiles wildly at the two of you. “you two still plan on getting married? you’re together, right?”
you and jace look at each other and clary stops. she wants to see what he says.
then jace’s gaze moves to your ring and you feel like you’re about to explode.
jace then turns to dorothea. “maybe. i don’t know.”
you look to the side and jace doesn’t shoot a second glance to you.
is that why he gave you the ring? he still wants to marry you? like he did as a little boy?
“that’s wonderful, your babies would be beautiful you know?” dorothea clasps her hands and stands up. “well unfortunately you came at a bad time. i was just getting ready for bed, but don’t let that stop you. feel free to loiter, i suppose. i really did miss you children. and it was nice to see you, clary.”
she really doesn’t care about clary though, which makes you feel happy for some reason. like you won.
“y/n, you sure you don’t want to go home and go to bed?” jace asks with a smirk.
“shut up, jace. you never used to tease me about that. you always defended me for it.” you don’t know why you said it, but once it was out of your mouth, you felt you spoke the truth. you just wish it wasn’t in front of dorothea.
“i’m just joking,” jace laughs and clary is cracking up from beside you.
you have to finish what you started. “joking? but isn’t that what alec and izzy did? hell, even magnus!”
dorothea realized she wasn’t welcome in this argument and had made her way to the other room for bed. you shoot a glance at jace that says ‘bring this outside’ but not in a friendly manner.
jace grabs your hand and rushes you outside, leaving clary standing there, confused.
“you NEED to stop, okay?” jace spits, holding you by the shoulders.
“i’m sorry, are you angry i’m finally standing up to you and your obsession with clary?” as you said this, you kept getting up in his face. this didn’t please him in the slightest. he didn’t want to want to kiss you ask you SCREAMED at him.
“stand up for yourself some other fucking time! right now, we just came to see dorothea— i just BROUGHT you to see dorothea and you’re being an ungrateful fucking brat, you know that?”
you shouldn’t. you shouldn’t be blushing at his words. they’re not coming out in the sense you would blush at them, so why are you?
“jace..” you feel every wall within you fall. every hope and dream is shattered. “i’m done waiting for you.”
“waiting for me? waiting for me to do what?” his tone immediately dropped asks he felt his heart shatter.
your gaze is followed by jace’s when you look down at your hand and slowly slip the promise ring off of your finger. “i’m done waiting.”
you try to walk away, so he doesn’t see you cry, but he grabs you. he pulls you back in front of him and immediately attaches his lips to yours. you melt into the kiss as soon as he does it, your hands going around his neck while his travel to your waist. it was perfect. this was perfect.
after a good long moment, you come up for air, the first to pull away. you entangle your fingers in his hair and push your forehead onto his. “jace… you can’t.”
another part in jace shatters, but he doesn’t know what it is. “i can’t? i can’t what?”
you can’t help but look at his lips. pink already, and you’d only kissed for a good twenty seconds. you wonder if yours are like that. “we can’t do this. us.”
“what? why not?”
“because you love her.” you look towards the house, to dorothea’s room where clary was watching you through the window.
he chuckles and kisses you on the lips again, this time for longer. when he pulls away, he cups your face with his hand. “just you. only you. always you.”
which makes your heart explode. that was something you said to each other all the time as kids, and you can’t believe he remembered it.
“i’ve always loved you, y/n. did you think my promise ring was some kind of joke?”
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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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jace drawing a protection rune on you and kissing his forehead
“I’m scared,” you whispered into his neck, your legs tightening around his waist.
You were sitting on his lap, and yet still trying to somehow get closer to him. Anxiety was buzzing around the institute, the threat of war simmering just outside its walls. Most of the other shadowhunters were out fighting, but you had stayed in the institute with Jace, training to fight until he felt like you could adequately protect yourself. It didn’t matter how good you were with a blade – the fear of losing you was paralysing to Jace, and he’d keep you locked safe inside if it killed him.
“I know, darling. I’ll protect you though, always. You’re safe with me,” Jace promised, his hand gently cradling your head against his shoulder, rocking you soothingly.
Your fingers laced through his blonde curls, clinging to him as thunder cracked outside. Howling and hissing and screaming could be heard distantly if you strained to listen, though you would have done anything to shut out the noise.
Jace’s arms tightened around you as your body jolted, a frightened reaction to a particularly loud boom of thunder. He felt tears soak the neck of his shirt, his hand coming down to gently rub your back.
“Come on,” he sighed, standing with you still wrapped around his body, his hands supporting your weight under your thighs.
Jace carried you through the institute, down into the portal room, a library filled with tomes and the weapons of his kind. Symbols were inscribed on the floors and the walls, the atrium feeling almost holy. It was a sanctuary, a place that Jace prayed you would feel safe, gently setting you down on a small couch in the corner.
“Don’t leave me!” you begged, grabbing his wrist.
“I’m not leaving you, I would never,” he swore, kneeling down on the floor in front of you.
He gently pushed open the slit on the leg of your pants, exposing your thigh.
“I need you to hold still. You can be brave for me, yeah?” Jace asked, pulling a stele from one of the folds of his clothing.
You nodded tightly, bracing yourself for the pain, your hand going to his shoulder to ground you. The tip pressed into your skin as Jace drew a rune of protection on the bare spot of your thigh, the searing pain of a new rune making you cry.
“I know, I know, you’re doing so well,” he praised, holding you still as he finished, a black symbol appearing on your skin.
You wiped your tears on the back of your hand, trying to inhale a steady breath as he moved to sit beside you. He kissed your forehead, brushing the hair out of your face and wiping your tears.
“It’s for protection,” Jace whispered, his fingertips soft against your skin, tracing the lines he drew.
You settled between his legs, your back resting on his chest as his arms closed around you, his lips pressing tender kisses to the crown of your head. He lifted a codex from a table beside the couch, reading aloud to you, willing to do anything to distract your anxious mind from the war raging outside of the institute’s walls.
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Hello! ✨
It’s me again! Hehe would you be able to do a Jace one where reader is living at the institution and has known the group since they were little and reader is dating a guy who laid hands on her then one night she comes back to the institution sneaking in at night and Jace finds her with bruises and is mad ready to go look for the guy to where Jace and reader get into a spat about it but she’s only been dating other people to distract herself from loving Jace all these years because he doesn’t do love but in the end loves her.
Hope all is well! Xoxo 🤍
hi my love!!! ahhh jace is one of my favourite characters to write for and especially soft jace <3 he has my whole heart!!!
Just Pretend- Jace Wayland/Herondale x Reader
summary: you've liked jace for years, but you never wanted to accept it, so you would date other people to take your mind off of him. however, one night you come home late, and jace finds out everything.
warnings: mentions of a violent relationship, but nothing too graphic
notes: yes, the title is supposed to be a bad omens reference :) also, i was thinking of writing a part 2 to this, but i'm currently working on 2 other fics right now AND part 2's to three other stories!! but that won't stop me <3
Two years, six months and four days. That is how long you have been lying to yourself. That is how long you’ve been dating Jack, a guy you met at the bar. You found it easy in the first year, projecting your feelings towards Jace onto him, but lately things have been changing. Jack’s been getting suspicious about you and Jace, and when he feels this way he is easily angered and will throw things around, taking his anger out around his apartment- until tonight, where he laid his hands on you.
The reason for it was because you were just over five minutes late to your date that evening, and he believed you were spending your time with Jace instead. But that was silly, Jace hated you. You felt as if he hated you from the moment you walked into the Institute, with nowhere else to go, nowhere else to call home.
Jace would ignore you, give you looks from across the room, it was as if your presence bothered him. But you still had feelings for him.
Jace is stunningly attractive, it’s not a lie. But that isn’t why you felt this way for him. One night, only months after moving into the Institute, you had a nightmare. With nowhere else to go, you went to the greenhouse, and Jace was the only other person there as it was late. You hadn’t talked to him much before, but you sat by him that night and he asked if you were okay, seeing the tears stain your cheeks. You told him about your nightmare, and he comforted you, telling you he often has nightmares too. That night was the only time in all the years that you’ve known Jace, that you’ve had a proper conversation. He opened up about himself that night, and was vulnerable with you, and so you guessed that’s the reason why he avoids you now. Or at least that’s what you hoped was the reason.
It was late by the time you got back to the Institute, and you moved around quietly to ensure you wouldn’t wake anybody up. However, when you got to the top of the stairs, there was a shadow at the other end of the hallway. A shadow you easily recognised.
“Jace?” You whisper-yelled, and he came into your sight.
“Do you know what time it is?” He asked, seeming quite pissed off.
“I don’t know… 11?”
“It’s 2am, y/n. You know the rules. Home by 10.” He says, as he walks closer to you.
You watch his face as his eyes scan you. From the mascara running down your cheeks, your hair- wet and tangled from the rain- and then…
“What the fuck is that on your arm?” He asked, panic lacing his voice as he grasped your forearm, making you wince, “are these bruises?”
“Yeah, uh-” you cleared your throat, wracking your brain for a coverup story, “I got in a fight… at the bar… with um, a girl.” Your voice smaller and smaller as you lied to his face.
“Bullshit. He did this to you, didn’t he?”
“No! I-”
“Stop fucking lying to me, y/n!” He raised his voice, his eyes glossy with tears, but also filled with anger.
You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. Tears you’ve been holding back for weeks now. As they spill from your eyes, you wrap your arms around Jace involuntarily, expecting him to pull away.
But he doesn’t.
He comforts you, gently stroking your back as he rests his chin on the top of your head.
“How long has this been going on?” He asks softly, pulling back from you slowly.
“Can we sit down… it’s a long story.”
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
You explain to Jace that Jack believed you were cheating on him, but where he was wrong in one aspect, he was right in believing you had feelings for Jace. You told him the truth, and didn’t hold anything back from him. You told him exactly how you felt, and by the way his face softened, his body language changed and his attitude switched, you could tell he had something to tell you too.
“I’m sorry,” he says, leaning towards you to place his hand on your knee, to which you flinch away from, “I’m really sorry. I’ve acted like such a dick towards you, and it’s not your fault, okay? I just… didn’t want to accept the way I felt. I love you too, more than you think. I’m just scared, I find it difficult opening up to people, and when I met you I felt so… comfortable around you. I felt like such an idiot for it, and I hate myself for treating you this way. If only I told you then-”
“It’s okay, Jace.” You said, placing your hand on his, “you couldn’t have known.”
You hugged him once more, and as you pulled away he noticed blood running down your leg. You explained to him that Jack had pushed you, and you tripped over. Jace rose to his feet and took your hand, leading you to his bathroom where he pulled out a first aid box.
He took his time cleaning the wound as you sat on his bed. He was ever so gentle as he wiped the alcohol pad over your skin, holding your hand with his unoccupied one. You squeezed his hand tightly as the pain ran through your veins.
“You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart,” he told you, “it’s almost done.”
He bandaged up the wound with care, and placed a tender kiss over the bandage on your thigh, his eyes meeting yours as his lips met the material. You felt butterflies swarm your stomach, and blushed as he stood back up.
“How does it feel?” He asks as you stand back up.
“As good as it can.” You tell him, putting on a smile.
“Good.” He smiles, placing his hand on your back, “let’s get you to bed, now. We can talk more in the morning.”
As Jace walked you to your room you couldn’t help but worry that he would turn back into his old ways in the morning. Sure, he said you could talk about it more in the morning, but would he be feeling the same way in the morning? Or would he change his mind?
As you reached out your hand to open the door to your room, Jace got there first. You felt your cheeks redden again as your hand lingered over his. You couldn’t help but notice how soft his hands felt, despite the marks, scars and wounds they held.
He opened the door for you and gestured for you to step inside. You switched on the light as you entered, expecting Jace to follow behind you, but he didn’t. He stayed at the door.
“Goodnight, y/n.” He said, a soft smile on his lips, “you know where my room is if you need me, if you can’t sleep or…” He trailed off as he slowly stepped closer to you, eyelids falling shut as he placed a kiss on your forehead.
He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, his fingers running through your damp hair.
“Sweet dreams.” Was the last thing he said before leaving, returning to his own room. You were so caught up in the moment that you hadn’t processed his departure. You wished you could’ve asked him to stay longer, to perhaps even stay in your room tonight. But it was too late. We can talk tomorrow, he said. You held onto the hope that he meant what he said, and that he would go through with it. You really hoped.
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He’s mine||jace wayland x fem!reader
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Warnings: jace being the perfect boyfriend, swearing, jealousy, use of y/n, slight smut
Summary: you and jace are inseparable but now clary comes to the institute and gets interests in jace
Extra: this is placed in 2009 instead of 2007 so jace’s 18 and reader too
“It’s a demon bite!”
After jace had brought this girl into the institute cause he thinks she isn’t a mundane because she saw him killing a demon with Alec and Isabelle made you quit angry.
If you could you would just throw her out of the institute, by just the way she looks at jace. Your boyfriend.
“Look she’s awake” the glass boy said while this girl slowly wakes up.
Jace arms was wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin resting on your head.
“Ah, shit what is that?” Red-head said as she touched the protection rune which cause her pain.
Jace wanted to say something as he got interrupted by glass-boy.
“That’s a rune, you can use them for anything, healing, protection, can yourself visible and invisible which Is so cool! And when you’re hung-“who was not getting cut off by jace.
“No! We weren’t sure but when I draw the rune on you and you didn’t die, we definitely knew you had shadowhunter blood in you” jace explained.
“Ok so here are clothes you Could wear. It’s not everyday we get girls here” Isabelle came in and put the clothes on the table next to red-head.
Jace knew you didn’t liked when other girls would come here so he said.“Alec, could you take clary to hodge? Me and y/n are going to our room”
“Yeah I guess”
———
“You don’t have to be jealous of here love,you know I love you” jace said as he could literally feel your death stares towards clary.
“I’m not, jealous” you tried to hide the fact that, if looks could kill clary would be dead the second you saw her with jace.
“Hmm, my love’s jealous over some girl I don’t know” he teased you with a smirked you absolutely adored.
“Fine. I was. So what I’m not the one giving you the look as she wants to marry you right now”
“But you do”he whispered in you ear.
“Some day”you closed the space between you, as you lips met where he immediately kissed you back.
His hands found you waist as he pushed you against the wall as you make out.
———
“So, this y/n and jace. They seem close” clary said as hodge told her about her mother being in the clave.
“Y/n and jace? Yeah, couple of 6 years, never thought they would truly love each other” clary’s body was filled with jealousy as she listen to hodge.
“And do they fight often?”
“No, at least I never knew or saw a fight between them, they’re always together. Inseparable”
“Hmm, okay..”
———
“Did you lock the door?” You moaned between the sentence as jace’s hands went to unbuckle your belt.
“No, but who cares?”His lips on your neck again, and as Jace was about to pull your pants down you hear a knock from your door.
“NOT NOW” jace yelled as the door opened anyway which revealed clary.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled up your pants.” Hodge said that these silent brothers are ready”
“Yeah uhm, wait downstairs ok?” Jace said as he put on his shirt again.
Clary whispered a “ok” as she closed the door.
“One person gets here and now we don’t even have privacy anymore?”
“I know love but I’ll be back as soon as I am ok? I love you” he quickly kissed you ok the lips before going downstairs.
———
“I can’t believe we’re going to Magnus just because of that stupid girl” You said annoyed as Isabelle did your hair.
“What did we say about being nicer to people?”you rolled your eyes as you and Isabelle went out the door downstairs to the Main door where alec, jace and clary were already standing.
“You look beautiful as always” jace said as kissed you head.
“Thank You” You smiled even wider when you could see clary staring at you two, eyes filled with jealousy.
———
“Well. I haven’t seen you in years shadowhunters” mag is appeared from behind.
“Though,I do kinda need to talk with clary”
“Wait how do you know her?-“simon- the glass boy was cut off by Magnus.
“Come with me”
“I still don’t get why we’re here”You mumbled.
———
You were even more pissed when Simon was kidnapped and you had to safe him because of clary.
That’s why You’re always told “don’t do anything with mundanes” .
But now you’re back and You’re in the library since jace is in the shower anyway.
“What is your problem with me?” You heard a voice behind you.
You turned around and saw clary.
“What do you mean?”You said innocently.
“You always give me these looks”
“Well, then stop staring at my boyfriend”now clary’s face got darker as she stepped infront of you.
“We both know this relationship won’t last forever. People come and go you know tha-“ you cut off clary by pushing her against the wall coming closer to her face.
“If you, ever say that again I will kill you clary fray. And you know why? Because he’s mine” you whispered the last sentence.
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"You have an incredible gift and we need you."
"I need you"
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