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The Mortal Instruments Fanfic2Clary woke up to the booming snores of Jace, he was lying next to her sound asleep. His arm was wrapped around her torso, holding her close to him. Clary moved her head up from where it was resting on Jace's chest, looking up at his face; it had that look of serenity; with his wispy blonde hair hiding his forehead, and his cheekbones stood out making him look like a model of sorts. Not the misguided shadowhunter that had faced the tragedies and lies of life; and he looked gorgeous to Clary. She dropped her head back onto his chest and moved closers towards him as she could feel the warmth of his breath on her forehead. This moment was perfect to Clary, nothing could ruin how she felt about him, not anymore. Clary felt Jace's arm tighten around her, bringing her closer to him.
"Clary?" he whispered groggily
"Yes?" Clary mutter
"How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to want you t"
"You'll always want
The Mortal Instruments Fanfic3"CLARY! THAT'S SO AWESOME!" Isabelle squealed loudly enough that her voice echoed through the empty institute. Clary had just told her about the pregnancy and other than Jace, she was glad that someone was happy for her. Clary was sure that Jace was happy; he just had a different way of showing it.
"Isabelle .can't breathe!" Clary responded barely audible over the girly squeals of her friend.
"Oh," Isabelle released her," sorry, I just can't believe it!"
"Can't believe what?" Clary asked in astonishment
"Isn't it obvious? I never thought Jace would've agreed to this." Clary just stood there, where was Jace? She wondered, he was here only a moment ago. Clary looked around some more, all she saw was the emptiness of the institute; but then she saw that the front door was open a crack, just enough to let a little light in. With that Clary headed towards the door without looking back to Isabelle.
The Mortal Instruments FanFic1"CLARY!" Jace yelled furiously at Clary as she walked into the room, she saw the expression on his face was none to pleasant.
" Yes?" she asked.
"Can you please, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, stop leaving your undergarments on the floor?!" he asked sternly but with that little hint of calmness in his voice. Clary snickered and just laughed as Jace was motioning to her blue, sequined bra that was sitting on his forefinger; then suddenly Isabelle walked in.
"Hey Jace, I was wo----"her eyes went wide as they saw the bra in Jace's hand," okay just because you two have sex every other night doesn't mean you can fling Clary's lingerie everywhere Jace." Jace looked flustered then gave Clary a glare that bore through her as she turned pink.
"Sorry Izzy, Jace gets very excited when he sees me na---"Clary started when Isabelle interrupted her. "OKAY! I get it, do whatever you want!" Isabelle waved her hands in front of her trying to stop Clary from continuing,"
The Mortal Instruments FanFic5Clary paraded around Jace's room angrily, she was frustrated and angry that Jocelyn would do this to her, she never thought that someone you love could be so harsh. Everyone else had felt at least a little shred of happiness, but not Jocelyn, she was just angry at Clary for getting pregnant.
Clary turned, hoping her mother had come to her senses and had come to talk to Clary by herself, but all she saw were those shimmering gold eyes which she'd looked into so often.
"Clary," Jace spoke up stating that he wanted to be listened to, not just heard," I know you are angry with your mom but you need to talk to her, you can't just ignore her every time she makes you mad."
"She's the one who got pregnant when she was younger than me, and now she's criticizing me for being childish and not able to take care of myself." Clary said disgusted, she turned and sat on his bed, Clary could feel the tears forming in her eyes.
Jace noticed this and walked slowly towards he
Harry Potter FanFicHermione walked towards the West Wing under the starry night sky, her hands in fists from frustration, she'd never expected someone who was as arrogant as Ron to do this to her. Ron had said he'd loved her so many times, but why did it always end up this way? Why was she always crying at the end of their fights, didn't he care?
"Why does this always happen to me?" She muttered sobbing, Hermione stopped walking and looked up towards the sky. She could barely see the stars through her blurry, tear stained eyes but out of the corner of her eyes she saw a shimmering light float across the sky. It's probably just a stupid spell gone wrong again. She thought, suddenly she felt a hand grasp her shoulder. Hermione jumped squealing in surprise. She turned and saw the uneven blonde hair and the deep blue eyes that she had vowed to punch ever since he'd called her a mud-blood in her third year and she'd made his nose bleed.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked with that little edg
HP Valentine's DayHarry Potter Valentine's Day Fanfic .
Hermione Granger walked towards the Great Hall with her books in her hand and her eyes staring towards the ground as she spent another Valentine's Day alone and in love. She couldn't stop thinking about this one boy who drove her mad as usual. The way she would catch him looking at her and that split second when their eyes would meet, they were the days she lived for. Those were the days that she knew brought them closer and closer together.
"Hey Hermione!" Hermione stopped as her face lighted up with hope; she turned to see it was only Harry running towards her with pieces of parchment falling out of his hands. Her face darkened it hadn't been the boy she'd been hoping it was.
As Harry caught up to her she sighed and realized he was still fumbling with his papers, "What would you like Harry?" she asked, trying to mask her sadness.
"Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to help me with my Cha
Almost Coincidence ::4::Alec busted down the door to Jace's room, without noticing Clary. His face looked red and sweaty. Almost as if he was running a track. He was breathing heavy also, his chest rapidly heaving up and down. Jace instantly covered his and Clary's bodies up with the sheets on the mangled bed.
"WHAT THE HELL, ALEC?!" Jace screamed at him as if he was about to murder him right there in front of God and everybody.
"I-It's Isabelle. She went to see Simon, a-and he just called saying he was out and he smelled he smelled ," Alec could finish the sentence, but the hurt and pain was written all over his face. He fell to his knees and started heavily sobbing. Jace and Clary was staring at him in bewilderment, and then it hit them both like a ton of bricks. They both shot up out of bed and scrambled around the room to put on their clothes without Alec noticing their naked selves.
"W-we Have to go to...h-her," Alec said between sobs. He sounded so hopelessly useless. It was sad, Cl
Clary opened her eyes and sighed. Why was he always right? Slowly, so slowly, she rose from her bed. A hiss of pain escaped her lips and she stood rigidly. Every muscle on her body pulsed and ached, but she had to get into more comfortable clothes. She couldn't sleep in jeans. He knew that this was going to happen. He had told her not to come. Her mind went back to the beginning of the day, in the kitchen of the Institute.
"Absolutely not." Jace hissed.
"It's not your decision Jace!" Clary yelled back. Isabelle cut in.
"Jace, it's just one demon that snuck into the city. Besides, she has to start sometime, she is a Shadowhunter, and she' s been training." Clary smiled at Izzy, thankful for the support.
"She.... is... a..... novice," Jace growled. "She is not ready."
"And how would you know what I'm capable of?" Clary practically screamed. It had hurt how much he hated the idea of fighting along
Clary's Real NightmareCLARY'S REAL NIGHTMARE
WARNING MAY BE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOKS!!!!!!!
This is a week after Jace and Clary meet at Taki's and Jace tells her that he only want to be her brother.
Sitting in Luke's spare room on the bed, looking at her finished drawing, a stab of pain twists through her abdomen, she leans over the bed glad that she hasn't eaten anything and also glad Jace isn't here he'd make a fuss over her keeping quiet about being sick, 'Stop thinking about him' She chastised herself, this is the second time today, as she finished leaning over the bed the shrieking sound of the telephone rings, hoping it's not Jace again.
"Clary," yelled Jocelyn
"Yes" Clary called back as she walks into the lounge room where mom and Luke are.
"I'm not here, I don't want to talk to him" Clary whispered, shaking her head, hoping he didn't hear her.
Walking back to her room, she remembers that afternoon at
Almost Betrayal ..::1::..The sunlight has just barely broken through the medium-sized window in Jace's neat room. Jace groaned loudly, his back felt like little pin-pricks was stabbing him constantly in his lower back. Memories flooded his head from the last night. The night before, oh God, the night before. He winced at the thought. The demons had him surrounded. Alec, Isabelle, Simon were nowhere near him. Alec, you bastard. You should've had my back, you always did. Jace thought to himself. But he knew he couldn't blame just him. At least he was back in his comfortable bed at the Institute.
Yesterday morning, Jace and Clary had gotten into a fight between her staying out of this battle, or if she would've been useful. Of course, Jace denied it. His love for Clary was unimaginable. But of course, Jace had to deny it. He always did. Even when they were claimed to be siblings. Just the thoughts of Clary even having an ounce of Jace's blood, even remotely related to him, it made him go crazy. He jus
Almost Disaster ..::2::..After Clary passed out, Jace had dropped to his knees right in from of her. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. He kept repeating in his mind.
"Clary?!" He practically screamed at her, his voice was filled with agonizing tears.
Jace slowly wrapped his right arm under Clary's shoulders, careful not to touch her vicious injury. He could see that his tears were already coming. Because some of them were already dotting Clary's gray-blue bra, making it turn a deeper blue. Jace wrapped his left arm under her knees, hauling her up in his arms. He clutched her tightly to him, afraid she might turn to ashes before his very eyes
"Jesus Christ," Jace said hoarsely. He felt scorching hot fluid run down his cheeks and down his neck. He hadn't cried like that since he was a little boy. But this was his Clary we're talking about. His beautiful Clary, that was now unconscious in his arms.
Funny thing was, Clary could hear every word he was saying. She wanted so much to tell him it was okay, when it wasn'
Clary's Real Nightmare Part 2Clary's Real Nightmare
WARNING MAY BE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!
Continuing from Part 1, Clary has become more sick than she thought so there's more to her sickness in this.
Running for her life, as fast as she can, knowing she carn't keep it up any longer, the pain in her abdomen is increasing, dots of black are covering some of her vision, she has to stop running, she see's another alley, runs into it, hides in the corner where it's dark, she's becoming increasingly sick which is not good, ready to scream out in pain and also ready to collapse. Jace walks past checking down the alley's, cause there are a couple on this street, the last of the alley's he checks, also checking every dark corner there is, when he spots a moving figure. Clary.
"Clary" Jace said with reconition
She cringes against the wall at the sound of his voice, in to much pain to answer, he walks closer to her see her properly, her legs carn't hold her up anymore, slidi
Almost Dead ..::5::..The faintest speck of sunlight cast over the floor in one Institute's rooms, changing the white shades to sort of golden yellow colors. Clary traced her freckled fingers over the window-sill where the sun shone. Millions of things were racing through her mind right at that moment, it seemed as though those thoughts were causing her head to pound with each thump of her heart. And it was racing.
Isabelle lay in the bed that was nearest to the side of the room without a window. Her black hair was damp with sweat and rain. Her eyes were closed, showing off her bruised colored eyelids. Dark circles were inked under her eyes as well. That gave off the dead look in her face. Alec sit on the bed beside her, running his fingers over her pale knuckles as he held her hand. His cheeks were tear-streaked and his blue eyes red-rimmed. His black hair mussed and damp from the rain. Jace standing next to them with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were blank as could be. His golden-yellow eye
The Game-3Clary could feel the sunlight on her face. Slowly she opened her eyes, and smiled as the memories of the previous night flooded her brain. She looked over to where she thought Jace would be laying, but realized that he wasn't there. Panic consumed her and she flung herself out of the bed, instantly regretting it. Without Jace's hands on her muscles, they ached like fire.
"You really have to stop doing that, you'll never heal." Clary looked up to see Jace, fully dressed, leaning against the window sill, hands crossed and smirking at her. His eyes were light and happy, smiling at her, but if she focused she could see something else smoldering beneath the gold. Slowly, she crossed the room to him. Jace braced himself for her touch. He knew that the next couple of days were going to be difficult. They finally had the freedom to love each other openly, and she had to go and get her spine injured.
That Special Rune ...***CITY OF GLASS SPOLIERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!***
Clary smiled up at the huge gothic cathedral with its arching spires. She didnt even see the glamour that concealed the Institute anymore unless she concentrated hard. The door opened at her light touch as if it recognised her now, without her even needing to think the entry words. The autumn sunlight streamed through the windows of the foyer, casting puddles of golden light on the marble floor.
She looked at herself in the elevator mirror as she rode up, tilting her head to examine her reflection. She had spent far longer than usual getting ready today. It was the first time she had visited the Institute since they had all returned from Alicante a few days ago, since she and Jace were officially together, and she hadnt been able to decide what to wear. She ended up in her normal clothes; faded jeans, trainers and a simple t-shirt Simon had given her with the slogan I Bite he had given i
The Mortal Instruments FanFic4Jocelyn kept pacing back and forth, frustrated in how this could've happened. She knew that Jace and her daughter had been having sexual intercourse for years now, but she never thought it would lead to this so soon.
"Mom? Please say something," Clary spoke out of desperation. Jocelyn gave the scene one last look and could see that her daughter was worried, worried about everyone around her but herself.
"Clary," she spoke with longing in her voice, everyone was looking at them now, waiting for Jocelyn to speak the words that would make or change Clary's life. Everyone else waited, and as Jocelyn looked she could see the sympathetic gaze in Luke's eyes, the happiness in Isabelle's, and the frustrated worry in Jace, but then she looked at her daughter; Clary had both hands on her stomach and had a look of confusion on her face. Jocelyn cleared her voice and looked at Clary," Clary, I know how much you want this, but all I want to know is if you
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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