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TMI Fic: Three times Jace got the last word, and one time he didn't

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:17:28 GMT

This is something I've been working on since the Jace week over at Pandemonium Club. Apparently I don't work well with deadlines! Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Comments are love!

Title: Three times Jace got the last word, and one time he didn't
Characters : Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle
Summary : 4 separate stories, but all involving our favorite sarcastic guy - Jace.
Length : Approx 1600 words

Three times Jace got the last word, and one time he didn't

1.

"No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong. If you don't bring your foot up high enough, you won't hit your opponent with enough force to knock out his breath, then you'll just have a really ticked off demon with a slight bruise and a vendetta." Jace spoke as sweat beaded at his hairline, explaining to Clary for at least the eightieth time how to properly land a high kick.

Clary's face was red, both from exhertion and frustration. "Jace, I can't do this anymore. We have got to take a break."

"Right, 'cause I'm sure a greater demon will let you take a rest in the middle of fighting for your life."

"Good grief, Jace! I've only been learning this stuff for a few weeks, you've had years. You honestly can't expect me to be as good as you so quickly," Clary said angrily.

"One, no one is as good as me. Two, you asked for this, Clary. I tried to tell you I'd be hard on you." Jace had already regained his breath, and was breathing evenly while Clary was still panting slightly. "I'm not going to go easy on you just because you look hot in training gear."

Ignoring his last statement, Clary gathered up her energy and turned to face him in a spar again. A grin spread across Jace's handsome face. "There you go, prove to me those legs are meant for more than just looking pretty."

Simon was in a mood.

Well, he was trying to be in a mood. Although he was new to being a vampire, most of his knowledge about them came from old movies and episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He remembered that Angel had always been cool, projecting this anti-social, brooding sort of presence whenever he was around. Simon had decided that maybe he could turn this being a vampire into an opportunity; maybe he, too, could be cool and brooding.

After perfecting his scowl in the mirror, he shrugged on a dark leather jacket (don't all modern vampires wear leather?) and set out into the dark New York City streets. Okay, maybe not dark since lights were everywhere, but maybe he could stick to the alley ways, that would certainly give him a tough, self-loathing atmosphere.

Quickly, he found that absolutely no one cared about his scowl or his leather jacket. Simon spent twenty minutes kicking cans and other various trash through alleys, hand stuck dejectedly in his pockets. Suddenly, his ears perked.

"You realize you can't sneak up on me anymore, Jace. I can hear you coming, plus you smell."

Jace, in his traditional all-over black attire revealed himself from behind a corner. "I do not smell. And if you're talking about my regular scent, it's really creepy that you can tell mine from amongst all this garbage."

"I can't help I have enhanced senses. And you do smell, you had something garlic-y for dinner, it's all over you."

"I guess you should stay back then, huh?"

"Pshhh," Simon made an inelegant noise, "you know that's just a myth."

"So what are you doing out here, vampire? Looking for friends among the vermin?" Jace leaned casually against the nearby brick wall.

"No, not that it's any of your business. I just felt like a walk."

"Right, you just felt like a walk, in a very random, sad leather jacket in dark alleys?" Jace's voice held an amused tone.

Slightly embarrassed that Jace had noticed his outfit, but refusing to show that to Jace, Simon replied, "Just forget it. You're more than welcome to leave now, if you're only plan is to insult me."

Jace laughed, "Who's insulting you? I'm just making an observation."

"Well, make your observations somewhere else."

"No can do, vampire. This is far too entertaining."

"Exactly how am I entertaining? I'm just a guy hanging out in the night. I'm a vampire, isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" Simon was becoming exasperated, and for some reason, did not want Jace to know he was out in the middle of the night trying to be cool.

"Yes, but something is different about this. I'll figure it out eventually. Oh, I know. You're checking out local rats to remember what it was like when you were one!" Jace laughed as he remembered the events leading up to Simon's transformation.

"Yep, that's it. I made friends back then and I was visiting them for old time's sake. Can you leave now?"

"Wait! How about this-" Jace started, but was interrupted by Simon.

"I'm trying to take your advice, okay?"

"My advice? While I admit that what I say is usually true and wise, I don't remember giving you advice about poor wardrobe choices and garbage."

Simon sighed, "I was going for the rock star look."

Jace burst out laughing. When he finally regained control of himself well enough to speak he said, "This is how you do rock star? Vampire, listen, if you really want help with girls, smelling like putrid waste and dead cow isn't going to cut it."

"It's not about girls...well, maybe it is, but it's not all about getting girls."

Jace walked over to where Simon stood, and put an arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry about it, Downworlder, I'm here to help. I mean, I did steal Clary from you, the least I can do is try to help you find someone to share your otherwise empty and lonely life."

With a shake of his head, Simon gave in and followed as Jace led him out of the alley.

3.

A putrid smell filled the air. Jace had an unusually sensitive sense of smell and this scent was enough to make him want to vomit. Rising to a sitting position from where he had been reclined on his bed, he lifted his head to get a better sense of where it was coming from. Then he realized.

The kitchen.

At first he had assumed that something had died, but then realized with Robert and Maryse gone overseas Isabelle was likely attempting to cook again. With a groan, Jace flopped back on his bed, putting a pillow over his nose to try and save his lungs the torture of breathing in the air.

A few moments later, he heard footsteps approaching his room. Without a knock, someone opened his door. A female voice said, "Come and eat. I've made supper."

Raising the pillow slightly, Jace peeked one eye at the intruder. "Izzy, I would honestly rather poke my own eyes out with a fork than eat whatever it is you attempted to cook."

A huff and hands on hips, "No need to be rude, Jace."

"Rude is what I do."

"If it wasn't for me, you would starve."

"That would be preferable." Jace said, replacing the pillow over his face. Oxygen was becoming an issue, but it was still better than subjecting his nose to whatever it was Izzy had thrown together.

Just then, Jace felt the pillow being ripped from his hands and he was forced to look up at the dark curtain of hair quivering in front of him. Isabelle tucked some strands behind her ear so her face would be visible and he was able to see that her face had turned a bright shade of pink and her lips were set in a hard line.

He thought about being nice and just eating it to make her happy, but as Jace rarely did things just to make others happy he decided against it. Instead he said, "Seriously, Iz, you should give up. You only subject yourself to ridicule every time you try this."

"That's not true! Alec eats, and Simon likes my cooking."

Jace snorted, "Alec is too nice for his own good, and Simon likes you not your cooking, trust me."

"Whatever, Jace. Eat or don't, it doesn't really matter to me." She retreated from the room and began walking down the hall when she heard Jace shout.

"Hey, be a doll and get me the delivery menu for that new Chinese place!"

...and one time he didn't

"Jace, could you come do me a favor?" Clary called to him from the bathroom of the home they shared.

With only a slight grumble, Jace put down the book he was reading on the small side table and lifted himself off the (incredibly) comfortable armchair in their bedroom. "What do you need?"

"I'm trying to read something, and can't quite make out what it says. I wanted to see if you could figure it out." Clary responded.

Jace entered the adjoining master bath and leaned against the door frame, his body filling a great deal of the space. "Hand it over."

Clary stepped away from the sink and handed him a fairly standard looking box. Looking puzzled, Jace glanced up. "Um..Clary? Unless one of us has gone senile, there's no writing on this box."

She grinned. "Look inside."

Unable to figure out his wife, Jace opening one end of the box and peeped inside. Reaching in, he pulled out what looked like a long, thick, white stick. On one end was an oval that looked like the readout portion of a calculator. Upon closer inspection, he saw there were small letters within the oval. He started to read out loud, "p...r...e...g...n-". His mouth shut quickly, then opened again as he stared at Clary. Her expression held joy, mischief, and pure glee sparkling in her eyes. Jace felt his jaws working, but no sound came out of his mouth.

Clary laughed, "Now, darling, you look like a fish, and I'd really hate for your handsome face to get stuck like that. How would I ever explain that to our child?!"

Offically out

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 19:50:14 GMT

Okay, I'm stuck.

I am officially out of plot bunnies for TMI. It's killing me, I really want to write, but got zip.

Any suggestions?

TMI fic: Numb

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 14:14:22 GMT

Super short Jace-centric fic (about 500 words). I've been working on this for a while, but just now got around to posting.

Title: Numb
Fandom : The Mortal Instruments
Pairing : None, all about Jace
Summary: "This moment would define him. This moment changed everything." Jace's thoughts after returning from Wayland Manor and finding out about Max.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everything belongs to Cassandra Clare!

Jace could feel it as the blood drained from his face. From the second he saw the limp hand of his brother Max, he knew that he wasn't just unconscious or injured. You can always tell the difference between the living and the dead. Training and experience had done that for him. He supposed he should be grateful, knowing that he hadn't rushed to Maryse with some false hope just to have it dashed again. He knew he should feel grateful for that, knew that he should feel grief for the boy, feel empathy for his family, feel pain at the loss, but he didn't feel anything.

Nothing at all.

He heard movement of the Shadowhunters around him, could see family members searching for lost and missing loved ones, he could taste the rancid air on his tongue, smell the metallic scent permeating the room, but he barely noticed when someone brushed against him. He didn't pay attention when he was shuffled from side to side as others in their haste rushed past him. He stood still in a room full people but seemed as though he were standing alone in a dark bubble completely separated from the actions surrounding him.

This was his fault. His fault.

He had left them. If he had been there, certainly he could have done something to stop it. Certainly Max would still be alive. If he had just stayed.

Out of the corner of his eye Jace spotted Clary and Simon in the crowd. He was only vaguely conscious of the fact that he had walked in with her. Had it only been a few hours ago that they had been in his childhood home together? It seemed as though it was years ago.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her move as if to come to him, but Simon held her back. For the first time, Jace felt something. He felt anger. Anger bubbled up in his chest and washed through his veins until his entire body shuddered with it. An irrational anger towards every person in the room, but focused on Clary. He had left with her. Gone to find the book for her mother, so she could save her mother. Not his mother, no matter how much people tried to convince him otherwise. If only he hadn't let his feelings for Clary cloud his mind and judgement.

Jace took a few deep breaths, realizing that if he didn't, he would surely explode. After a few horrible seconds, he could feel control returning to his body. At least his father had taught him this, the ability to push emotion aside and deal with things "like a man". His father was horrible in many ways, but he was almost grateful to not have to feel the anger and the pain.

Clenching his hands into fists until he could feel the indentions his nails were sure to leave behind on his palms, Jace enjoyed the steely resolve that took over his being. This moment would define him. This moment changed everything.

Grave Secret

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 03:07:22 GMT

I just finished this book, Grave Secret by Charlaine Harris (hence the True Blood icon) and just needed to talk about it a little bit. I don't know if anyone out in LJ land reads this series, but I know no one IRL does either, so this seemed as good a place as any to talk about it.

I can't find any solid evidence online that this book is the last in the series, but if it is I'm going to be sad. I've really grown attached to Harper and Tolliver, and their complicated relationship and lives. I loved the idea of someone who can "feel" dead bodies and uses it to her advantage. I felt, though, at the end of this book, everything was so neatly wrapped up that if she continues the series, I'm not sure what she'll write about. Typically, if there's a big underlying arc that spans many books and it's wrapped up, then the series is over. Harry finally kills Voldemort = no more Harry Potter books. The One Ring is destroyed = no more Lord of the Rings.

Not that the Harper Connelly series is comparable to those series I've just mentioned, but still you get the point.

I don't want to go too spoilery, but if there is anyone out there on the flist that reads them, I'd love to chat and see what you think.

Now I need a new book. I picked up The Time Traveler's Wife based on my college roommates' recommendation, and I looked for "Graceling" when I was out shopping Saturday but couldn't find it in either of the bookstores I went to. I may just have to order it. I'm thinking of re-reading the Sookie Stackhouse series, now that True Blood is over I feel a need to get an Eric fix. Plus, they're just fun, easy to read books that I really enjoy.

I think I need a kindle. That way I could carry my favorite books around with me wherever I go!

TMI: 100 Word Drabbles

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:24:37 GMT

Some more drabbles for your enjoyment. Well...I hope you enjoy them anyway! :)

23: Stubborn

"Ugh!" Clary exclaimed as she threw herself down on the couch next to Simon.

"Another fight with Jace?" Simon guessed.

"Yes! He refuses to let me do anything he even considers remotely dangerous, even though I've more than proven I can handle myself."

"And I suppose you explained that to him in a logical, calm manner?" Simon asked.

Clary sputtered, "Well, no! He doesn't need me to spell it out. He should just let me do what I want. He's so stubborn."

Simon smirked, "Yeah, I don't know how you deal with someone like that."

He laughed even as a pillow hit him squarely in the face.

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46: Wicked

Halloween was nearing. The cool bite in the air and festive decorations brightened homes and shop fronts. You'd think Shadowhunters would revel in the holiday, but really, they dreaded it. Clary, though, still loved it.

"What do you think of my costume?" Clary had gone to a costume shop and found a devil costume, complete with red horns. It was much less clothing than she was used to, but felt wicked just wearing it.

Jace looked up. "I don't think it contains enough fabric to even be considered clothing."

"Exactly why I picked it.," Clary said with a smirk. "Trick-or-Treat."

Jace rose from his chair, "Honey, you are definitely a treat."

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Kiss, Screw, Marry, Kill meme

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 00:22:19 GMT

From shakeityourway

Thanks a ton, Amanda - this was really hard!

She gave me :

Jace Wayland
Harry Potter
Robin Hood
Eric (from True Blood)

Kiss

I just feel like a perv even considering him (DR will always be Harry to me), so I go with kiss. On the cheek.

Screw

This man is sex on a stick. Enough said.

Marry

The last decision I made. He'd make a good husband right???

Kill

The easiest one. I'm still so mad at his (non) reaction to Marian's death, I am fine with killing him!

TMI fic : Midnight

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 13:46:14 GMT

Title: Midnight
Fandom : TMI
Pairing: Jace/Clary
Summary : Jace prepares a surprise for Clary

This is sort of a companion piece to "Taken". It's not necessary to have read "Taken" first, as I think it stands on it's own. Many asked for a second part, so I hope you enjoy!

"Jace, where are we going?" Clary blindly grasped his hand and followed him down what she assumed was a hallway doing her best not to trip.

A few minutes ago, Clary had been reading quietly in her room at the Institute. It was late at night, but she found herself unable to sleep. When she heard a knock at the door, she looked up to see Jace standing in the door-jam, leaning to one side nonchalantly, a grin on his beautiful face. Getting up to greet him, she suddenly found herself with her hands pinned behind her back and a mask slipped over her face. Completely blinded, Clary had tried to fight back, but the feeling of feather light kisses on the back of her neck had convinced her that Jace didn't mean any harm and that she might actually enjoy whatever he had planned for her.

It had been six months since they had been in Idris for the anniversary celebration, and following that event, she, Luke and her mother had decided to move into the Institute. Clary had been happy about the decision, knowing that she would be able to see Jace more often. Neither had mentioned the incident with Andrew and things had more or less gone back to normal. They bickered, they made up, they worked and lived together and never discussed furthering their relationship, which was how Clary liked it. The less they talked about things, the more they could just be.

Now, though, Clary certainly wished she and Jace spoke more about their plans. She would really like to know where they were going.

Jace held one of her hands firmly in his own, and had the other wrapped around her waist, carefully guiding her so that she didn't trip or fall. At first they moved through even hallways, but she felt the ground underneath her shift and they began to climb stairs. "Jace," Clary spoke again, "where are we going?"

Jace chuckled, breathing low in her ear, "you'll see, dear Clary."

The breath caused a shiver to run through her. Jace typically wasn't a "surprise" kind of guy. In the five years they had been dating, she could count the grand romantic gestures he'd planned on...well, on one finger really. No need for the whole hand. She had long come to accept that romance wasn't really his thing. Though, to be honest, it wasn't really her thing either. She had never longed for her prince on a white horse, she had never even dreamed of her perfect wedding as a child. No, she had a much more pragmatic view of love. Two people who really loved each other, they took care of each other, supported each other, were simply there for each other. Not that their relationship wasn't interesting. It was actually quite...volatile. They fought often, and passionately, but they matched that passion in other areas too. A ghost of a grin crept on Clary's face thinking of the last time they had made up.

"And why are you smiling?" Jace inquired.

"Wouldn't you like to know? You're not the only one who can keep secrets, Jace Wayland."

She heard another chuckle. "Don't worry, all secrets will be revealed soon."

Finally, Jace stopped. She heard him open a door and ease her inside another room. Even without her sense of sight, she knew where she was. Breathing in deeply, Clary took in the scents of the carefully cultivated plants of the greenhouse.

Slowly, Jace removed the mask from her eyes and Clary gasped at the view in front of her. The moon cast a bright light throughout the room, but scattered among the plants were dozens were tiny witchlights. It looked as though they were standing in the middle of the night sky with stars sparkling all around them. Clary took a few steps into the room, noting that Jace was watching her with anticipation on his face. Behind the midnight flowering plant, Jace had set up an elaborate picnic.

Among the plants, Jace had laid down an embroidered white cloth, and set out ice blue plates. Two champagne flutes sat next to a chilled bucket filled with ice and champagne. Next to that were fruits of all kinds, tiny sandwiches and some cheese. Scattered among the food were candle of varying heights.

"Jace!" Clary breathed, "this is amazing. What's the occasion?"

He took her hand, and led her to the picnic. "No occasion. I just wanted to do something nice."

Dubious, Clary cast a side-long glance at him. "Jace, you never just do anything to be nice."

A hand over his heart, Jace said, "How you wound me!"

Giggling, Clary bit into a sandwich. "You know, I've always liked cucumber sandwiches. These definitely beat the moist cheese sandwich you gave me last time we were up here."

"I stand by what I said then, I make a mean cheese sandwich." Jace took a grape and popped it into his open mouth.

"If you say so."

They sat in companionable silence for a few moments. Clary mulled over the interesting turn of events the evening had brought. It was so unusual for Jace to do something like this. He was a wonderful boyfriend, caring and protective. Yes, he was a bit over-protective at times, but Clary knew that it was only because he loved her. She knew it was how he showed his love for her, by trying to keep her safe. Really, she'd rather not over-think things and just enjoy it. She turned her head slightly to observe him. Jace's hair was slightly mussed, whether from sleep or training she wasn't sure. He sat with ease and grace, left leg tucked under the other, right leg slightly bent and extended, his right arm casually laying across his knee. She felt her heart tug a bit, realizing that she had been there with him through so much, and he was still so strong and amazing. And he was hers.

"What are you staring at?" Jace's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Trying not to give him the pleasure of knowing she had been staring at him, she nodded toward the plant behind him. "I was just thinking of the first time I saw that midnight flowering plant. I didn't realize it was still flourishing with Hodge gone."

"Yeah, Maryse kind of took over once things calmed down. She says it helps her to clear her head when she comes up here and prunes. Really, I think she just likes cutting things," Jace answered.

"Well, I'm glad she has. It's so beautiful up here. I suppose it's about time for it to bloom, right? Is it close to midnight?" Clary asked.

Jace's voice came out uncharacteristically shaky, "Yeah, pretty close."

Clary glanced at him quizically, but turned so that she, too, was facing the plant and leaned up against Jace's bent legs. "It's been so long since I've been up here, I'd forgotten how peaceful it is."

Again, they sat in silence, comfortable in each other's presence. Sitting among the glittering lights, the greenhouse had a supernatural glow and Clary breathed in deeply to take in the wonderful scents. After a few moments, she saw the closed blossoms begin to quiver and excitement began to build in her chest.

All at once, the plant shot out, beautiful blossoms twisting and blooming quickly. Clary gasped at the wonder. Even after seeing it before, the sheer beauty of this flower always took her breath away.

"Jace, it's so lovely." Clary breathed.

"Yes it is."

Clary twisted her neck to look back at him. His eyes were filled with unshed tears.

"I didn't realize you would get so worked up over a plant." Clary remarked, her tone softening the perhaps too harsh words.

"It's not the plant, Clary. It's just, I'm remembering. When we first came up here, years ago, that was when I realized that I was falling for you. We'd only known each other a couple of days and yet, I knew that you would be a part of my life forever. You are so amazing. You're strong, and loyal, and brave. You put up with me, which is a miracle in and of itself." He chuckled and took a deep breath. "You're just so beautiful, Clary."

Feeling a blush rise in her cheeks, Clary glanced away, staring again at the magnificent flower. When she looked back, Jace was watching her intently. "Jace..." she started.

"No, don't say anything. Sometimes, I just really need to get things out. You are the best, most incredible person I know. You're kind, and patient with me when I don't deserve it. We have something special here, and I want..." he paused, "I want you to marry me."

This time, when Clary gasped it was because she literally had no breath in her body.

Jace was still talking, "I didn't mean to do this tonight, even though I had been planning it for a while, tonight was just supposed to be for you, a nice gesture to let you know that I think you're so extraordinary, but looking at you now, I just couldn't hold it in any longer. I didn't even bring the ring with me." Clary was pretty sure he didn't take a breath the entire time he spoke.

Clary found her voice, "There's a ring?"

Jace laughed nervously, "Of course there's a ring. Not that it matters, since you haven't answered me yet."

"Oh! I'm sorry! Yes!" Clary threw herself forward into his waiting arms and kissed him hungrily.

When she pulled back, there was mischief in his eyes. "Don't you want to see the ring?"

"I think the ring can wait a while longer." Clary leaned forward again, ecstasy filling her until body until it thrummed with it. She kissed him, slowly and leisurely, knowing without a doubt that she could spend the rest of her life doing just this.

TMI fic : Things Like This

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 19:10:59 GMT

I love lazy Saturdays. They give me time to write!

Title: Things Like This
Fandom : The Mortal Instruments
Pairing : Jace/Clary
Summary : An insert scene following Jace's line "Things like this" in CoG. I've been thinking about this one for a while, and even though there are a billion other fics based on this scene, I had to add my own! :)

"Things like this"

Jace's head dipped down slowly, and his lips brushed against her own. It was so light, she almost didn't realize their lips had actually come into contact. She fluttered open her eyes to see Jace looking down at her. She could tell, even in the dim evening light, that they were full of emotion. Emotion he would probably never fully voice to her out loud. Clary was okay with that, he had shown on enough occasions that he loved her with his actions, words seemed unnecessary.

While watching his face, she noticed that he wasn't staring into her eyes. His own gaze was traveling lower, focusing on her slightly parted lips, then to the curve between her neck and shoulder and finally to the slight swell of her chest. Clary could feel the movement of his eyes as it traveled down her body, burning as much as a physical touch ever could. After what seemed like hours, Jace replaced his stare with his mouth and Clary gasped into his open mouth. The movement allowed for Jace's tongue to invade her mouth and she sighed as she felt his tongue massage her own. Just as she thought of how delicious this feeling was, he broke away and began to nibble his way down her neck. His ministrations there were punctuated by his hands slowly moving up and down either side of her waist. He would hesitate at the top of her ribcage as if silently asking permission to touch her breasts. When she didn't push him away, he lightly grazed them with his hands, barely cupping them as he trailed his mouth down her neck.

They had kissed before. They had been passionate before. They had gotten carried away before, but Clary had never felt like this. This was an intense wave of passion, intimacy, craving and freedom, more than Clary had ever felt. Deep down there was love, of course, but it was almost pushed in the back of her mind as she realized that there was no reason why she and Jace couldn't be together now. There were no social stigmas, no family disappointment, no impending doom, nothing. Something about this realization caused another pulse of desire to run through her, and suddenly Clary wasn't satisfied being the passive one in this exchange.

She grabbed Jace by the collar and forced his lips back up to meet her own. Maneuvering her body so that he was now the one with his back against the column, she devoured his mouth. Pushing back his shirt, she moved her own mouth down the strong column of his neck, pausing to lick his collarbone. Hearing his quick intake of breath, it spurred her to continue. Slowly moving her way back up to his lips, she forced his lips open and explored the deep recesses with her tongue.

She felt hands on her shoulders and was pushed back slightly. Tearing away her mouth, she looked up to see Jace panting slightly and looking at her with astonishment tinged with desire. Clary could feel his heart beating quickly underneath her fingers. Seeing him like this, out of breath and aroused because of her, it was powerful and gave Clary another shot of longing for him.

"Geez, woman, where did that come from?", Jace's voice broke the silence.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Clary said "I just...needed to show you how much I love you and...want you." She shyly looked up at his face.

"Well, after that, I certainly don't doubt it. Not to discourage you from doing it again. You can do that anytime you feel the need."

Clary laughed, glad the tension had been broken. "So now what?"

"Now, I think we go back to the party, or I'm afraid Luke may send out a search party for you. I'm a strong guy, but I'm pretty sure Luke would rip me limb from limb if he caught me feeling up his soon-to-be step-daughter"

"Well, we certainly can't have that." Clary grinned up at him.

Jace offered his hand, and Clary clasped her hand in his. Together they walked hand in hand towards the sound of clinking glasses and happy guests, for once feeling optimistic about the future.

100 word drabble challenge

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 20:30:06 GMT

Written for the 100 word drabble challenge at pandemoniumclub

I haven't written anything in a while, so I'm hoping these will spark something!

06. Compulsion

He had never felt so fiercely drawn to a person before. There was a deep pull within his body that wasn't sated unless he was near her, touching her. Sometimes just being near her wasn't enough, sometimes just touching her wasn't enough. There were times when the draw was so compelling that it was all he could do not to ravish her onthe spot. It physically hurt to draw away.

He ached for the day when fluttering brushes of skin on skin would be enough to abate the ache in him.

Or when he would be allowed to do much more.

11. Hands

Clary had always admired his hands. After watching him skirt the keys of the piano lightly and expertly, she had taken great notice of his hands. They were the same deep golden color of his skin and hair, long and tapered with neatly trimmed nails.

She loved the feel of his fingertips as they run gently down her arm. She loved the strong grip on her shoulders as he kisses her. She loved the slight weight on the small of her back as he guides her through a crowd.

Hands. Strong. Gentle. Scarred. Beautiful.

20. Cold

She had once heard him describe her as fire. If she was fire, he was too, because when he was gone she felt nothing but an ice cold inside her, tiny frozen flames licking her heart from the inside.

The ache was stronger now, deeper now that she been rejected by him, told he would be "good" and a "brother" to her. As if she could survive without his warmth? As if her fire weren't fueled by his own?

Certainly this intense cold would overtake her.

True Blood drabble : What We Want

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 12:37:14 GMT

Dabbling in a new fandom, due to my consistent obsession with True Blood. :) A quickly written drabble featuring Eric and Sookie.

Title: What We Want
Fandom: True Blood
Characters/Pairing: Eric and Sookie
Summary : Sookie ponders on the recent shift in their relationship
Length : 258 words
Disclaimer : I own nothing, just enjoy playing with the fantastic characters!

This pull was something she had never felt before. Knowing it was the blood in her system helped to quell the feelings, but too often it made her think of where the blood had come from.

When she used to think of him, she thought of a malicious, manipulative, selfish a-hole. Now, while she still thought those things, bringing the image of Eric to mind also brought the memories of his deliciously-muscled chest and how it had felt under her hands.

Now it was hard to forget his sharp features and how his face shifted when he smirked at her. She knew he enjoyed the knowledge that she was suddenly enamored with him, even if it was superficially, and that angered her to no end. She hated him. Hated his power over her, how he would always have a sense of how she felt. Still...she had to wonder what it would be like to sleep with him. With her only partner being Bill, who was always chivalrous and kind in bed, she wondered what it would like to just be...taken.

Deep down, though, Sookie knew that she had a power over him as well. It was more than just her telepathy, she was obviously something he desired, and she knew it frustrated him that she continued to resist. Resisting could be dangerous, but she was willing to take that risk, just to show the almighty Eric Northman that he couldn't have everything he wanted.

A shiver ran through her. Because what we want can be dangerous too.

Meme from Shakeityourway

Fri, 04 Sep 2009 00:00:53 GMT

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".

1 - I have never lived farther than 20 minutes away from where I grew up. College doesn't count since I came back home every weekend.

2 - I've only kissed one person in my life. My first kiss became my husband!

3 - I have an irrational fear of someone hiding in my backseat waiting to chop off my head while I drive in the dark. I blame the movie "Urban Legends"

4 - I'm like a 6 degrees of separation database. Name any actor/actress and I can tell you what they've been in recently, who was in it with them and how they are connected to at least a dozen other people

5 - I have a knack with remembering phone numbers. I can still tell you my best friend from elementary school's parent's phone number without hesitation

6 - I've only been out of the country one time. For my honeymoon to Barbados.

7 - I would rather die than eat bananas. They are disgusting. My husband eats banana sandwiches made with just bananas and mayonnaise (my second most hated food). I gag when he eats them.

8 - Because my favorite number is also *8*, I'm making 8 items as well! Since I was a kid I would mentally add up all the letters in a sentence as a person was talking to see if they added up to a multiple of 8. If they do, it's a "good" sentence, if not I would modify it until it did add up to one, even if it made the sentence grammatically incorrect it would still be a "good" sentence because it now equaled a multiple of 8. Somehow I was still able to keep up with the conversation!

I tag:

TMI Fic: Taken

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 12:19:17 GMT

Thanks to the wonderful majestamoniet for this idea. I hope this is just how you imagined it!

This is literally the longest one-shot I've ever written. I hope you enjoy. Comments are love. :)

Title: Taken
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Pairing : Jace/Clary
Rating : PG
Disclaimer: These characters, settings, etc do not belong to me. I just enjoy playing with them a bit!
Summary: Jace and Clary attend a ball in Idris five years post-CoG. Clary is attracting much attention, especially from the prominent males in the room, thanks to her gift with runes. Jace does not react well.

The Great Hall in Idris was much as Clary had remembered. The past 5 years had been spent rebuilding and scourging and remaining mark that Valentine might have left. Tonight, in remembrance of his defeat, the Shadowhunters had gathered to celebrate the victory over him. For such a celebration, the Shadowhunters had decorated the Hall with as much grandeur as they could muster. There were sparkling lights everywhere. Some of them witchlights, but many old-fashioned candles and lanterns. Silvery streamers hung from every available surface and swayed in the cool evening breeze coming through the front entrance as people arrived.

Clary arrived with the Lightwoods and Jace. Jace had his arm around her waist and she leaned into his side, head against his shoulder.

"Have I told you that you look exceptionally beautiful tonight?" Jace whispered in her ear. Clary had chosen a gown reminiscent of the one she wore 5 years ago, silver in color and delicate. Her red curls glowed in the light of the candles, and the sparkling clips reflected the light and shone brightly in contrast.

Feeling oddly formal, Clary replied, "Why thank you, sir. May I say, you are looking quite handsome yourself." Jace had chosen a well fitting suit, black of course. His black shirt and tie creating a monochromatic look that on anyone else would have caused them to look like a mortician. Jace, on the other hand, managed to look even more perfect than usual. His golden hair shone brightly against the dark material of his outfit, and his eyes were sparkling in the candlelight. Grasping her hand, he began to lead her through the crowd.

As they walked, Clary became aware that people were whispering and staring as they walked by. It did not subside as they reached the refreshments. As Jace turned to pour them both something to drink, Clary whispered, "Why is everyone staring at us?"

Jace smirked, "Well, they're looking at me because I look rakishly handsome. They're looking at you, because you are with me. And, perhaps, because you have a unique gift with runes that everyone has heard about and most have not seen in person." He handed her a flute of champagne. "I'm sure together, we are a fascinating subject."

"Well, it's making me uncomfortable," Clary said, casting furtive glances at the other party-goers.

"It's something we must learn to deal with. Such is the fate of...well, well, well, look who just arrived." Jace indicated the entrance with a finger.

In walked a man followed by a swirl of glittery capes. Clary immediately recognized him as the warlock Magnus Bane. She watched as he threaded his way through the crowd, ignoring the increased glances and whispers of the onlookers. When he reached them, Clary greeted him. Jace expressed his surprise at Magnus's presence at the celebration.

"Well, little Shadowhunter, I was rather instrumental to the reason for this shindig." Magnus drawled, helping himself to some grapes from the table behind them.

"Actually, I was more surprised that you didn't seek Alec out before finding us."

"Alec asked that we arrive separately. Though, really, I don't understand why. The last time we were in this room together he was kissing me with rather wild abandon, seems like us arriving together would rather pale in comparison." Though Magnus's words seemed as though he was hurt by Alec's actions,he had long accepted the fact that Alec was still not quite comfortable with flouting their relationship in public. "I see, though, that I am not the only one attracting intrigued looks this evening. Ms. Clary, I see several men looking your way. As they should, you look magnificent!" He grabbed her hand and forced her into an awkward swirl as he appraised her outfit.

Once she regained her composure, Clary said, "I've noticed, but I doubt it has anything to do with the way I look."

"Well, it's certainly one reason. You are a beautiful young Shadowhunter with extraordinary gifts. Any man in this room would love to have you on his arm."

"Good thing she's taken then." Jace's arm snaked around her waist, becoming more possessive than affectionate.

"Unfortunately for you most of the powerful men in this room will not care that she is with you, so long as there is no official announcement..." Magnus looked significantly at Clary's left hand.

It was actually quite unusual for Shadowhunters to have been together for as long as Clary and Jace had been without at least becoming engaged. It was a subject that neither of them felt comfortable discussing in private, or in public. People tended to do that for them, and each knew that coming back to Idris would only increase the discussions surrounding their relationship. Speculations ran rampant as to why they were not moving in the marriage direction, but both Clary and Jace resolutely ignored them.

Before Jace or Clary could respond to Magnus a loud clap resounded throughout the Hall, followed by a booming voice. "Welcome ladies and gentleman. The Clave is happy to welcome each of you to this grand celebration. Five years ago, the Clave's greatest threat was defeated. Many of our own Shadowhunters gave their lives fighting the demons raised by Valentine. Tonight we remember them, and the brave Shadowhunters and Downworlders who fought for Idris." The man raised his glass, and the group echoed his motion. "Now," he said, "drink and enjoy the evening!" With that, soft music filled the room, and Shadowhunters began to migrate to the dance floor.

It was at this point that Alec chose to join them. Magnus offered him a glass of champagne, which he took gladly. Alec always looked extremely uncomfortable in social situations. He drained the glass in one gulp and motioned for another.

"I've been groped three times by two old women who keep eying me and making rude comments about my...anatomy."

"You probably shouldn't wear such tight pants." Jace commented wryly.

"It doesn't help that you are so unbelievably attractive. Of course I'm sure I could help you with that. I doubt they would bother you if they realized you didn't...swing that way." Magnus drawled.

The group laughed, but it was interrupted when a young man joined them and asked "Clary, may I have the next dance?" The young man was tall, taller than Jace and even Alec. He had light brown hair, cut short. His features were sharp, but not unpleasant. His eyes were dark blue, and stood out in contrast to his golden skin. He looked at her expectantly, holding out a hand. He was certainly attractive. Clary felt Jace tense beside her.

"How do you know my name?" Clary asked.

"I doubt there is anyone in this room who does not know your name, Clarissa Morgenstern." He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. With an apologetic look back towards Jace, she followed him.

Once on the floor, the young man put his strong arms around her and confidently led her across the floor. Clary had never really attempted dancing before, but with this man it seemed effortless. It probably helped that she wasn't really doing anything besides following his lead. Lost in thought, Clary realized something.

"I don't even know your name."

The man laughed. "My name is Andrew. Andrew Peverell."

Clary looked perplexed, but commented, "I don't think I've heard your name before. Does your family usually stay in Idris?"

"No, we stay abroad. Paris mostly, but we travel a good bit. I haven't been back to Idris in years."

"So what brought you back tonight?"

Andrew flashed a grin. "You, actually."

"Me?" Clary questioned.

"Of course. Your name has become quite famous among Shadowhunters, even abroad. I was curious to meet you, and discover exactly what made you so special."

Feeling uncomfortable, Clary said, "And what do you think?"

He laughed, "I think you are beautiful, and interesting. I've been watching you this evening and you are even more of a mystery than you were before I met you. You are the daughter of one of the most notorious Shadowhunters in history, have these rumored gifts none of us even dreamed were possible, and yet you seem so unpretentious and almost uncomfortable with the attention. Yes, you are very interesting Clarissa."

Not knowing how to respond, Clary and Andrew remained silent for the remainder of the dance. Clary glanced back at Jace and could see the tautness in his jaw even across the crowded dance floor. When the music finally ended, Clary withdrew from Andrew's touch.

"Thank you for the dance, Clarissa."

"Thank you, Andrew." After an awkward second, she continued, "I should really get back to my friends."

"Of course. I hope to get the chance to speak with you again before the night is over."

Clary nodded and turned around. She felt confused and uncomfortable. She had never gotten used to the thought of other people knowing who she was, who she was related to, and whatever "gifts" she had. It made her especially uncomfortable knowing that there were strangers out there who thought she was someone worth meeting, and getting to know, as if she was a political or society connection.

When she reached the table where Jace, Alec and Magnus were seated, she took the chair next to Jace. Still silent, she realized they were all staring at her.

"What?"

Magnus spoke first, "You do realize who that was, right?"

"He said his name was Andrew Peverell. Am I supposed to know who that is?"

Alec spoke next, "His father is Nicholas Peverell, a very high ranking member of the Clave. Andrew is expected to succeed him in a few years, since his father died a few years back. Of course, there are rumors..." his voice trailed off.

"What rumors", Clary asked.

Alec started, "Well, it's been said-"

"He has to get married." Jace interrupted, his voice empty.

Alec shot him a look. "Right. That's what I was going to say. Andrew has a bit of a reputation with women. His grandfather is threatening to offer his seat to a cousin if he doesn't settle down. Of course, he also wants Andrew to make an advantageous marriage, someone of a good name and family."

"Or fame." Magnus added. "And it appears, little Shadowhunter, that Andrew has taken a liking to you."

At this statement, Jace violently shoved his chair back from the table and stalked away from the group. Knowing what was wrong, Clary didn't voice her concerns, she just watched his retreating form disappear into the crowd.

"You know, if you two would just make some sort of step with your relationship this wouldn't be a problem." Alec stated once Jace could no longer be seen.

"It's not that simple. I mean, yes, we've been together for a while, but that doesn't mean we're ready to make that step. Besides, I think you forget that I wasn't raised a Shadowhunter. The whole 'getting married young' thing still seems weird to me" Clary didn't add one of the larger reasons why she and Jace hadn't taken their relationship further. Jace was still afraid of the stigma of being "siblings", even though by now most people knew that they weren't related by blood, they did both have a connection to Valentine. Jace still thought of him as a father of sorts, and he was Clary's father. It wasn't incestuous, and technically, there wasn't anything wrong with it, but it was still looked on as a bit...strange.

Having clearly missed part of the conversation, Clary came back to hear Magnus talking.

"...get over it, really."

"Get over what?" Clary asked indignantly.

"I said, either get over it, or be done with it. That Andrew is one hot dish, he's got connections, and he obviously wants you. If you and Jace aren't going to go anywhere, and people have noticed that by the way, then other men are going to pursue you. You're special, Clary, to us for many reasons, but to the Clave for different ones. I told you before, you are someone most Shadowhunter families would like to be connected with, " Magnus stated matter of factly.

"Thank you, Magnus, glad to know I can always come to you for personal advice." Clary was beginning to become seriously uncomfortable with this situation. She looked around the room for Jace, and spotted him leaning against a far wall.

"It's what I'm here for, Clary. I tend to tell the truth, how I see it anyway."

Clary sighed, "I should go find Jace." She stood up and made her way through the crowd. When she reached him, she lifted her hand to take his.

"Hey," she said softly.

Jace clenched his jaw, but said nothing. He stood with one shoulder pressed against the wall, his face turned away from the crowd. She saw his strong profile, and rather inappropriately for the situation, admired the strength in his face and the affect that the clenching had on accentuating his cheekbones.

"Hey," she said, louder this time. "You realize I did nothing wrong here, right? There's absolutely no reason for you to take out your insecurities on me" Realizing that was probably a little harsher than she had intended she said, "I love you, Jace."

Still not facing her, he said, "It was difficult to tell that, with you prancing around the dance floor with that pin-headed oaf."

"Now you're just being mean. Just because some other man looked at me is no reason to get so angry."

He sneered, "I bet you enjoy that, don't you? That other men admire you? Like you? Want to marry you?"

Clary felt her own anger rise. "Well, it's not like I've had any other offers!"

Jace looked at her then, and his expression was as if she had physically slapped him. The anger in his eyes died out completely, and was replaced with this infinite sadness. When he spoke, his voice sounded thick, as if he were holding back tears, "If that's what you want, then you should go to him." He turned his head away again, and leaned it against the wall, closing his eyes.

Clary had never seen Jace like this. Jace fought for things, it was his nature. She'd never seen him give up on anything, ever. That it was her that he was letting go either said that he truly wanted her to be happy, or that he was just so insecure about their relationship that he actually thought she would rather be with someone else. She figured it was probably a combination of the two.

She grabbed his face and turned it toward her, though he still wouldn't open his eyes. "What I want, Jace, is you. In whatever package that means-marriage, engagement, relationship, friendship, whatever. As long as you are in my life, I'm happy. If you can't tell that, if you think I've just been wasting my time with you for the last five years, then you're just crazier than I thought."

He looked at her then, his golden eyes full of sorrow. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then thought better of it and closed his mouth again.

Clary spoke again, "We fought too hard to be together. I get that we have issues. I can handle that, but if you can't..." She let the weight of her words finish the sentence for her.

Pausing again, Jace looked at her thoughtfully, then held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"

Rather taken aback by the abrupt change in subject, she said, "Jace, I'm not sure if right now - "

With a resigned sigh, he interrupted her, "Just dance with me, Clary."

For the second time that evening, a confused and rattled Clary followed a man onto the dance floor. Once among the other dancing couples, Jace slowly encircled his arms around Clary's waist. Her arms went around his shoulders and she automatically leaned into his chest, loving the familiarity and comfort of being close to Jace. While dancing with Andrew had been effortless, dancing with Jace was like a perfect harmony. The two of them complementing each other as they eased around the floor.

Teasingly, Clary said softly, "Is there not some manly rule against dancing?"

She was surprised to see that when she looked up in his face, tears were running down Jace's cheeks. When he spoke, it was so quietly whispered, she had to strain to hear it. "Clary, I love you so much. It sounds cliche and contrite, but I don't know what I would do without you."

Then, he was kissing her. For a moment, she gave thought to the fact that she was surrounded by strangers who were probably already discussing her, but then she gave in and reveled in the bliss of being kissed by the man she loved. The feel of his lips on hers was both familiar and exciting. She could feel the wetness on his cheeks and taste the saltiness in his mouth. They did not break it off for several seconds, and when she finally pulled away she saw a small smile on Jace's face and knew it was echoed on her own.

From beside her, she heard a laughing voice, "what is it with the Lightwood family and making a spectacle of their love lives in this room?" She turned to see Magnus and Alec nearby. Alec responded, "At least now no one can claim they didn't realize Clary and Jace are a couple!"

Without replying, she and Jace laughed. Easing back into his arms, she realized that what she said earlier was true. As long as Jace was in her life, she was happy. They had problems, and they would have to face them eventually, but for now she was happy just being close to him and knowing that he was hers. Ring or no ring.

Twilight Couple?

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 18:44:02 GMT

I care next to nothing about this, but I'm sure there are people on my f-list who do.

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/1/20090813/ten-garth-pattinson-is-dating-his-twilig-c60bd6d.html

Wonder who it is???

TMI fic: Learning to Cope

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 12:39:11 GMT

Woo! I finally finished my newest Jace/Clary one-shot. Let me know what you think!

Title : Learning to Cope
Fandom : The Mortal Instruments
Pairing : Jace/Clary (of course)
Summary : Jace is upset, and Clary goes to see what's going on.

Clary walked down the halls of the Institute, and suddenly heard sounds of crashing and yelling coming from the training room. Picking up her pace, she came to the door right as Alec walked out.

He was wearing typical training gear, and had a towel in his hand, hand drying the dark tendrils of his hair. His expression looked solemn, and irritated. He glanced at Clary as she approached. "I wouldn't go in there if you wanted all of your limbs to remain attached to your body. He is in a mood today."

Clary rolled her eyes. "As if Jace and his constant mood swings scare me."

Alec laughed. "True, if anyone can handle him it seems to be you. But, I'm warning you, something has really gotten under his skin today. I'm not sure what it is. He's been like this all day, like he's itching for a real fight. I think he was baiting me in there, trying to get me to actually fight with him, and not just train."

"How was he baiting you?" Clary asked.

"Just talking about Magnus, saying..." Alec's face became red with what Clary assumed was embarrassment. "Saying that I was a coward for not telling people about our relationship sooner." Alec draped the now-damp towel around his shoulders. "He acted as if he was joking, but he got in some pretty nasty zingers before I just decided to leave him to his hissy fit".

"Probably the best thing," Clary laughed. "Go take a shower, I'll check on him and see if I can figure out what's up."

"Thanks...and good luck." Alec walked off, and Clary slowly opened the door to the training room.

Inside was decorated much like Clary would have imagined a boxer's training room, only with targets. There were weights in one corner, a sparring mat in another. One wall was decorated with targets, on which Jace had drawn horns and teeth. In the last area were a series of punching bags. This was where Clary saw Jace.

He, too, was wearing the typical black training gear. From her position in the doorway, Clary could see the sweat clinging to his skin and hair. The sweat caused his golden hair to curl even more around the nape of his neck. His clothes, too, clung to his body and she saw the outline of his lean muscles under the black shirt.

He was obviously working off some sort of frustration, as his face was worked into a snarl as his fists pounded the large bag in front of him. Clary walked the perimeter of the room, before coming to stand to the side of the bag.

"Want me to hold that for you?"

Jace quickly looked up, startled. Quickly, he regained composure. "Good thing you didn't come closer, I would have hated having to explain how I knocked my girlfriend to the floor." He walked around the punching bag and reset the straps on the wrappings around his knuckles.

"How about you explain why you were so mean to Alec instead?"

"Alec was just being sensitive. Anytime I mention Magnus he goes into a snit", Jace punctuated each word with a punch, ending his sentence with a well-timed kick. Clary felt the blow as she held onto the bag.

Clary rolled her eyes. "Because obviously you are the picture of mental health. You're beating that bag as if it was Val-..." she trailed off before saying the name that now hung in the air between them.

At the slip, Jace quit punching and caught the bag mid-swing. Holding it between himself and Clary he glared at her.

"Is that it? Are you still obsessing over the whole Valentine situation? I was there too, Jace, and I'm handling this better than you are." Her voice softened, "you have to let this go. It's not healthy."

With a violent swing, Jace stalked away to face one of the walls of the training room. He put his hands against the cool surface of the wall. Clary went to him and reached out a hand to touch his shoulder, surprised that he didn't shake it off.

After a few moments of silence, Jace spoke quietly. "It's not what you think, Clary. I mean, yes, it does have to do with Valentine, but it's not about that night. I don't obsess over Valentine's death, even if I did think he was my father for most of my life. I don't think about the fight with Sebastian, it had to be done." He slowly turned around to face her. "When I think about those weeks, and how you and I had been manipulated and used as pawns. How we went for so long fighting the pull between us, how I hated myself for how I felt about you..." his voice trailed off. "I just get so frustrated and...angry. Think, Clary, think of how much time we missed being together. How much heartache we caused ourselves...it just wasn't FAIR!" Jace shouted the last word and stalked away a few feet.

Clary spoke, "You know, sometimes I forget that you're a teenager just like me. Aren't we supposed to think the whole world revolves around us and that life just isn't fair? Jace, we aren't the only ones who suffered at the hands of Valentine. In fact, you and I, we got off pretty easy. Think of my mother, on the run for years, unable to live as the Shadowhunter she is. Think of all the families in Idris who mourned the loss of loved ones. Think of the Lightwoods, losing their youngest son."

"Max was my brother too!" Jace exclaimed.

"Yes, he was, in all the ways that matter. But, you aren't up here beating the crap out of a punching bag about that, are you?" She sighed, "The point is, yes, we missed a while with each other, but we're together now. I love you, Jace, and I get to be with you every day, and hold your hand, and kiss you, and...other things," she said with a sly smile. "Why can't we just be happy now, and move past what we've lost?"

As she spoke, Clary moved closer to Jace, eventually winding her arms around his neck. His face was still resolutely looking at any direction other than hers, but she used her hand to force him to look at her. "I love you, you dolt."

Finally, Jace shifted his eyes to look at her face. "I love you too, Clary, you know that. That's why I get so upset."

"Well, getting upset will do you no good. But, I guess you wouldn't be the boy I fell for if you weren't so hot-tempered and insane."

"Insane?!" Jace sputtered. "Woman, most of the time I think I'm the only sane one around here."

"Yes, well, you just keep thinking that." Clary smirked. "Come on, I think we need to get out of here. And you need to take a shower, you smell," she wrinkled up her nose as she spoke.

"Smell! This is the scent of a manly man" Jace puffed up his chest.

"Come on, then, Manly Man. If you're nice, maybe I'll help you." Another smirk, and Clary led the way out of the training room.

Harry Potter midnight release

Wed, 15 Jul 2009 07:51:09 GMT

I've just returned from seeing HP and the Half Blood Prince and....

I just feel like I need to write it all down right now, or I'll forget everything. Forgive any mistakes, I've been up for almost 21 hours, and usually am in bed by 10pm, and it's almost 4 am as I write this.

It was amazing. Quickly, my favorite parts:

1) Ron on a love potion
2) Harry on the "good luck" potion
3) The entire build up for the Hermione/Ron romance (and I ship H/Hr!)

I was so impressed with so many things. I have never been a huge Tom Felton fan, but his Draco was amazing in this movie. At the end of the movie, Harry says that he doesn't believe Draco would have killed Dumbledore, and I truly believe that. This Draco was very conflicted, and also very convincing in his terror about Voldemort.

Speaking of Dumbledore's death. I was terrified for the entire last 30 minutes of the film. I knew what was coming, and hated the idea of seeing it played out on screen. Watching Harry force feed Dumbledore the potion from the lake was the most difficult thing I've done lately. The idea of Dumbledore as anything other than a strong, infallible character is really hard for me to take. Seeing him weak and pleading was really difficult. I do think that his scene with Snape was done right. I never felt he was pleading for his life, but rather asking Snape to kill him so that Draco might have a chance to lead a better life. I didn't start crying, however, until Harry knelt over his body and McGonagall raised her wand to honor him. That was when I lost it.

I didn't expect to feel sorry for Slughorn either. He truly seemed to feel sorrow for what he had done and regretted it.

What else? I love the way that the trio's friendship is portrayed. They are always so strong for one another, and there for each other no matter what. I have always felt that this is one of the strongest underlying themes of the HP series, friendship and loyalty. They've done a really nice job of showing that in this film. Particularly at the end, when Hermione tells Harry that of course they will search for the horcruxes together, that he NEEDS them to go with him. It was lovely.

I already can't wait for the next installment, and dread it at the same time. The books certainly don't get happier, and neither will the movies. They do a great job of balancing humor to go with the dark material, but I can see that being more difficult with the next movies. I'm sure that I have forgotten many things, but it's time for bed!

TMI fic: Stolen Moments

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 03:18:58 GMT

Another TMI fic! Clary/Jace of course. :)

I'm not very happy with the ending. I feel like I finished it a bit too cheesy, but oh well. I'm sharing anyway!

The Institute was huge. There were more rooms than Clary could count. She had tried one day, but lost count somewhere around 175. It had the capability to hold hundreds of Shadowhunters if it was needed. Although these days, it rarely held more than the Lightwoods, plus Clary, her mother and Luke. There were literally dozens of rooms left empty every day.

So how is it, in a building this large, there was never any privacy for two teenagers in love?

Soon after returning home from Idris, Clary and Jace had tried to find time to spend together. After all, they had been separated for months, resisting this connection between them thinking they were related. Now that they were free to explore their feelings in a more socially accepted manner, they were constantly being interrupted. It was if there was some cosmic force testing them, and getting some perverse laugh at their expense.

On this day, however, they found themselves blissfully alone.

"At last," Jace breathed against her neck. He had come from behind to wrap his arms around her. They had talked Alec into going to visit Magnus for a bit. Isabelle was out with her newest Downworlder fling. Simon was practicing with his band (now called "Sun-baked Chicken" - a name Clary couldn't figure out its origin and had decided it was probably best not to ask). Robert and Maryse were out on official Clave business. Finally, they were alone in the Institute.

"At last what?" Clary said, leaning back against his strong frame.

"At last I can have my way with you, woman", he replied. Clary could feel him smile against her skin. She turned around to face him and looped her arms around his neck. "Your way with me, huh? Who says I'm going to let you do that?"

"As if you could resist me." Clary saw the smirk on his lips as he lowered his head to hers. Even though they had entered into their romantic relationship several months ago, kissing Jace still felt new and exciting. As cliche as it sounded, Clary felt fireworks each time they kissed. Actually, fireworks might not fully describe it. His lips were soft and had a gentle pressure that slowly forced her mouth to open to him. Jace's hands roamed over her back and lifted up her shirt to feel her bare skin. Clary tangled her fingers through his silky, golden hair.

He kissed her with a languid slowness. The kiss of a man with no hurry, with the knowledge that he could do this every day for the rest of his life. She enjoyed this feeling. The feeling of belonging to him completely. That he belonged to her just as equally. As their kisses often did, though, it quickly turned more passionate. Jace's grasp became more intense, and she relished the increased closeness of their bodies. Their tongues tangled together and Clary felt herself being led backwards towards the sofa. Jace maneuvered them so that she fell softly back into the cushions. He followed her, barely lifting his lips from her own.

Clary would wonder later how Jace had become so adept at finding optimal spots for kissing while continuing the actual act of kissing so gracefully.

Now, however, Clary's mind was far too clouded to think such things. She was caught up in the pure physicality of Jace. His strong, nimble hands. His soft and probing lips. The tight muscles underneath her fingers that she could feel moving as she ran her hands up and down his back.

His mouth could do amazing things. Held captive between the cushions and his body, Clary's head fell back as Jace's lips moved from her mouth and traveled down her neck, trailing hot kisses until he reached the skin behind her ear. His lips stayed there for a while, steamy breaths tickling in a very delicious way. Slowly he raised his head to look her in the eye. "I love you, you know," he said simply.

Clary smiled up at him, "yeah, I know."

As they settled into the sofa, watching the fire cast shadows around the room, Clary and Jace heard Isabelle's heels clicking on the floor drawing closer to them. She entered with a dramatic sigh and flip of her long, dark hair. "Are you two honestly just sitting here on a Friday night? How boring and expected", Isabelle's exasperated voice echoed through the small room.

Jace smiled up at her from the cushions. "You see, Izzy, when you enter into a stable relationship as we have," he indicated himself and Clary, "you don't feel the need to go out each night for cheap thrills. You make your own." He waggled his eyebrows and pulled Clary closer.

"I do not need to hear this. I just came back because I forgot my clutch. I'll just leave you two to your...thrills then." Izzy left the room in a flurry of skirts and hair, leaving Jace and Clary happily alone again.

Alex Pettyfer

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 01:39:41 GMT

You know, I've only been in the TMI fandom for a month or so. I'd heard talk about Alex Pettyfer. I'd seen pictures in icons, banners, wallpapers, etc. But I'd never really given him much thought. Then I saw this:

And now I officially find him HOT. I had no idea how hot he is. Good grief.

I feel like a dirty old woman to be 26 and finding a 19 year old that attractive.

TMI - A series of drabbles...

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 12:30:56 GMT

I started a meme the other day where you start up your mp3 player, and write a drabble for whatever song comes up. Thing is, you only have the length of the song to write it then you have to stop. I, apparently, am incapable of doing this. I was constantly cheating, and going back to tweak things on the ones I had written. So, I never finished within the time frame. You're supposed to do 10, but I only finished 4. I really like them though, so I decided to post them anyway!

Drabble 1

More Than Anyone - Gavin DeGray

You need a friend, I'll be around. Don't let this end before I see you again. What can I say to convince you to change your mind? I'm gonna love you more than anyone...

Simon kicked the gravel underneath his feet. He had never felt so angry and upset before. How exactly could it be that Clary was his girlfriend but the kiss she most desired was from her brother? It was disgusting, and ridiculous, and unfair. Had he not been there for her since she was 5 years old? Had he not always stood by her? Had he not stayed with her during the craziness they had gone through in the past few weeks? Had he not loved her?

Obviously it wasn't enough. Maybe he wasn't enough. Maybe it didn't matter that he had put his heart on the line, at the risk of ruining the best friendship he had ever had. Maybe Jace would always be there, between them. Maybe...he wasn't going to be satisfied with being second-best anymore.

Without realizing it, Simon's feet changed direction, towards the dilapidated hotel that was calling to him...

Drabble 2

Did You - Hoobastank

Did you say everything you could? Do the things you thought you would? Did it ever occur to you that this could be your final day?

Jace couldn't sleep. He knew that he had come to Clary simply asking to spend one night with her, but he knew that there was no way he could waste this time sleeping. Not when it could easily be his last night with her.

Instead, he was content to watch her sleep. She was on her back, turned slightly to face him. The faint light from the window fell on her face, leaving half in shadow. He watched, mesmerized. Her eyelashes were dark, and stood out in contrast to her pale skin. Her red curls were fanned out behind her head on the pillow, looking wilder than ever. Some of it had fallen in her face and was moving in time with the breath coming from her slightly open mouth. Jace lifted a finger and softly traced the outline of her lips, remembering what it was like to feel them underneath his own.

"Beautiful", he breathed. Knowing that he might never see her again, knowing what he planned to do in the next few hours, Jace slowly bent his head and grazed her lips with his own - barely so not to wake her. Then, he carefully eased himself from the bed, not letting go of her fingers until the last second, and slipped out the window.

Drabble 3

The little things give you away - linkin park

Water gray through the windows up the stairs chilling me like an ocean everywhere. Don't wanna reach for me do you? I mean nothing to you. The little things give you away.

Simon knew.

He knew that Clary didn't love him the way that he loved her. It was obvious, even when she was hugging him, kissing him; it was like there was some part of her holding back.

Waiting for something.

Or someone, he thought bitterly.

He watched her from across the table. She was sitting next to Jace with her eyes closed. Probably exhausted, he thought. But even then, her body was shifted slightly to face him, her hands on the table, only an inch away from his. She reminded Simon of a flower, always searching for the sunlight.

It was the little things that gave her away.

Drabble 4

Only Human - Jason Mraz

made of flesh, made of sand, made of human...

Mundane. Jace hated the word, felt disdain for the people it represented. He knew that killing demons was his job so that he could protect them, but that was hardly the reason he did it. He enjoyed the kill, enjoyed the fighting. No, it wasn't to protect these humans who had no idea they were in danger in the first place.

As the group of them walked down the street, Jace glanced at Simon. Simon held Clary's hand tightly in his own, keeping her close to him. As if he were protecting her from all the dangers in the world.

Pfft. As if that Mundane had the ability to protect her, Jace thought. He barely had enough brains to protect himself, much less Clary. He was only human after all.

Human. Jace sneered and quickened his pace so he couldn't see them and walked on in the dark night.

Fic : TMI, Untitled

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 15:11:33 GMT

And this is what I was doing today, instead of working!

Title : Untitled
Fandom : The Mortal Instruments
Pairing : Clary/Jace (set during CoA)
Disclaimer : Characters and settings do not belong to me

Summary : Clary's thoughts about Jace, sort of a reversal to the "Fire" drabble I wrote a few weeks ago

Clary hated how she felt. She hated that she loved Jace, hated that she felt guilty about it, hated that there was a reason to feel guilty at all. "Brother." Clary spat the word quietly to herself. How unfair that she finds someone to whom she has an intense attraction, feels such a strong pull, and yet cannot have?

Absentmindedly going back to the book in her hands, she quickly darted her eyes to gaze at him across the room. They were in the library, a fire blazing in the fireplace. Jace sat in the window seat, legs pulled up to his chest, a book resting on his knees. Seeing how intently he was focused, she took the opportunity to stare. Usually, she avoided looking at him, tried to avoid him as much as possible, really. Now, she allowed herself to take in his appearance, watching him without his knowledge. His hair wanted cutting, it was hanging around his head in a soft, golden halo, the ends reaching the collar of his black sweater. He reached up to swipe the bangs from his eyes, and left his hand resting by his temple.

Clary loved his hands. His fingers were long and tapered, more slender than you would guess. He kept his nails neat (like everything else). She knew the strength those hands held, and remembered the feel of his fingers entwined with hers...

Better to stop that line of thought right there. No use making herself miserable. He wore dark jeans and a dark sweater. He was barefoot, which was unusual. She watched as he moved his hand to his cheek, and she took in the planes of his face, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the dark lashes above his golden eyes.

Eyes which had looked up from the book and were now staring intently back at her. Clary quickly averted her eyes back to the book in her own lap, a flush coming to her cheeks. Praying he hadn't noticed how long she had been staring, she returned to her book and her thoughts. Jace had once told her that saying a word over and over would desensitize him to it, it was why, in the beginning, he had called her "sister" on so many occasions. At the time, she had thought he was just trying to annoy her, but now, she found herself hoping it was true. Staring at the words on the page, she began to silently repeat a mantra in her mind....brotherbrotherbrotherbrotherbrother...

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Robin Hood fic : Mourning

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 14:43:26 GMT

I got inspired for this during church. Probably not the best place to be scribbling notes for a fic, but oh well!

Title: Mourning
Fandom: Robin Hood BBC
Pairing : Robin/Marian
Disclaimer : Not my characters, just playing with them

Summary : At night, Robin allowed himself to mourn...

Nights were the hardest. When he was alone with the sky and stars. The darkness seemed to reach down through the trees and wrap itself around him, cold and comforting all at once.

This was when Robin mourned.

Sleep rarely came to him anymore. He tried not to let it show during the day, but he knew the gang would notice the darkness in his eyes, the pallor of his face. For now,though, they weren't asking any questions. He could be grateful for that, at least.

With the gang asleep, Robin would slip from his bunk and walk out into the forest. During the day, he had to be a fearless leader, a strong warrior - any weakness would be something for the Sheriff to take advantage of. From the outside, it might look as though Robin was ignoring that his wife had died only a few short months ago. It might appear that Marian's death had meant nothing to him.

How wrong people would be to think that.

Tonight, like most others, Robin travels aimlessly through the forest, pausing here and there to stare at the sky. Without realizing it, hot tears began to stream down his face. He didn't move to wipe them away. He simply sank down to his knees amongst the leaves, whispering her name over and over. MarianMarianMarianMarianMarian.

It was his nightly mantra, his homage to the woman he loved more than anything. He couldn't bear to say her name out loud during the day, too afraid that he would break, but at night he was free to open himself to the immense pain losing her had caused. He knew that if she could see him, talk to him, she would be disappointed. They had fought side by side for the people of Nottingham, and it was only because he knew she would want him to continue that he did.

He had been angry, yes, so full of rage at Gisbourne. But the rage had been so all consuming, that it had burnt out quickly, and left him with only the empty melancholy. He preferred the anger, preferred having a target on which he could focus his energy. Revenge had been a welcome companion, so much better than the overwhelming loneliness and despair.

None of which he could show to the people he had been trying to help. They wouldn't understand, could barely look past their own misfortunes to care about his.

Yes, during the day, he was solid, he was Robin Hood, savior to the people. At night, in the cloak of darkness, he could be the boy from Locksley, who loved a girl - his wife - and lost her.

American Idol

Thu, 21 May 2009 13:43:31 GMT

Color me surprised. I actually thought Adam was going to win. Really, I was excited either way. This has been the best Idol season in a while, so I'm glad I stuck around to watch it. I loved both the guys. I am really going to miss seeing Adam on stage each week! Kris's style is more to my musical taste though, which tends to run in the Jason Mraz/Gavin DeGraw kind of genre. I'll probably check out both their albums. I hope Kris makes a good one. The winner album almost always tends to suck big time (with the exception of Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood).

So, yay for Kris, but here's hoping Adam continues to do well too!

Wed, 20 May 2009 01:29:20 GMT

I challenged myself to write something post-CoG just to see if I could do it. Here is the result. Sorry it's not under a cut, I tried 18 times and LJ just would NOT cooperate.

Title: Jealousy
Pairing: Jace/Clary
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare, not me at all!

If Clary ever thought that a relationship with Jace would be easy, she was quickly finding out that she was dead wrong. All the things that made her love him - his cockiness, his protectiveness, his insane ability to always have the last word - they could all be vastly frustrating. His protectiveness often became over-protective and smothering. Because he had the amazing talent to spin things to go his way, she rarely ever was able to win an argument. Not that she didn't try. They argued often, and loudly. It was not unusual to hear slamming doors and stomping feet around the Institute.

Such was the occasion today. Clary was sure everyone heard when she shouted "Well, why don't you just go back to Aline then, if you love it there so much? I would hate for you to be stuck here in New York with me!"

"Sure, and we all know the only reason you want to stay in New York is so you can be close to Simon", Jace shot back furiously.

This was a common argument. It seemed ridiculous, that after all the struggles it took to finally be in a relationship, that they would be jealous. It didn't help that they were both so stubborn and unwilling to back down from a fight. To Clary, it seemed like Jace enjoyed fighting with her. The thought stopped her next comment from exiting her mouth. Jace did love to fight, who was to say that he didn't enjoy a verbal battle as much as a physical one? Clary decided to test her theory.

"You're right."

Jace's mouth hung open loosely. "Excuse me?" he sputtered.

"I said, you're right. It's all about Simon. Always has been. No use arguing about it anymore. I refuse to leave New York because, secretly, I never got over Simon." Clary wondered if Jace had noticed the twitch in her cheek where she was trying to keep from smiling.

Apparently he had, because his eyes narrowed and took on a mischievous gleam. "Is that so?" he said slowly, closing the distance between them. "It's Simon that you think about when I do this?" He raised an eyebrow, then lowered his head to place a feather light kiss on the corner of her lips.

"And this?" Jace's lips traveled down, towards her throat, trailing white hot kisses until he reached the curve between her neck and shoulder. He continued until he came to the sensitive skin behind her ear. He whispered, his breath tickling her skin and sending more waves of pleasure through her body, "still thinking of Simon?" His voice was thick, but still held a conceited tone.

Clary felt her knees go weak, but managed to mutter, "Yep, all Simon."

She watched through heavily lidded eyes as Jace lifted his head back up to look at her. "I find that very difficult to believe. However, I'm never one to back down from a challenge, and this, dear Clary, is definitely a challenge."

He lowered his mouth to hers and began exploring her mouth. He was teasing at first, light quick kisses that quickly developed into something deeper. She sighed and he took the opportunity to dart his tongue in to taste her more fully. She found herself taking a step backwards until she felt her back touch the wall behind her. Jace continued the assault on her mouth and his hands snaked under her shirt to rub his hands against the small of her back. He pulled her harder against him and all coherent thought left her. Clary raised her arms and tangled her hands in Jace's golden hair, pulling his mouth even closer to her own.

When Jace finally pulled back, his face looked slightly flushed. Clary would have enjoyed the sight had there not been a smirk on his lips. With a wink, he said "I think that'll do it." and turned down the hall. Clary slowed her breathing, straightened her clothes and began to walk down the hall. Suddenly she stopped as a thought crossed her mind. With a frustrated stomp of her foot, she realized he had still managed to get the last word.

Forbidden

Mon, 18 May 2009 00:01:39 GMT

Another short fic...some Jace and Clary angst. Why do I find it so much hotter to write them during CoA? Does that say something about me?

Title : Forbidden
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Pairing: Jace/Clary
Disclaimer: Not mine, belong to Cassandra Clare - just having some fun!

"Don't call me Jonathan" Jace said angrily, shoving Clary against the door of her room roughly, trapping her between the wood and his body.

Clary could feel the heat radiating from his skin and the mood in the hallway shifted. Jace's golden eyes turned dark and his grip on Clary changed in intent, and intensity.

She lifted her chin defiantly, daring him. What she was daring him to do she wasn't sure, but apparently that was enough to set Jace into motion. Before she could blink, his lips were on hers. He kissed her hungrily, as if he would devour her, and she returned the kiss in kind. Somewhere in Clary's lust-addled mind, she knew that Jace was reacting to be reminded of his demon-self, and that he would regret this later. For now, though, Clary gave in to the urgency, not caring.

Clary reached a hand behind her and opened the door to her bedroom. She and Jace nearly fell into the small room, as their kissing had not decreased in its fervor. She heard the door being kicked closed behind them. Once inside, Jace maneuvered them to her bed and suddenly she was beneath him, reveling in the weight of his body on hers. Hands roamed - hers and his - mostly randomly, trying to feel as much as skin as possible as quickly as they could. She felt his hands everywhere at once, and the heat of them caused her body to quake. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck and the new sensations were enough to cause Clary to moan loudly in his ear, her back arching.

The noise must have been enough to bring Jace back to himself, because as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. He raised himself off of her body and was resting on his hands, hovering above her. She felt an immediate chill, only partially because of the loss of his warmth. Slowly, Clary raised her eyes to look at him. His eyes had returned to their normal gold and his breathing became more regular. He didn't move, but simply stared at her, an expression on his face that she couldn't read.

Clary reached up to brush his cheek with the back of her hand, and Jace turned his head quickly away from her touch. Jerking himself off the bed, he went to stand at the door, back to Clary. She silently watched the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. She was too scared to say anything. Not scared of him, but scared of the conversation that would follow. Even though she knew that this "incident" had been caused by her deliberately baiting him, it would do no good to tell him that. How many times had they discussed their...complicated relationship? Too many, and it never resolved anything. He would always blame Valentine for his lust toward her, his sister, and he would always ignore that she had the same feelings for him.

As painful as it was to see him hate himself, it hurt more to hear him say it. To hear him say that he was innately evil for reacting to her this way. To hear the crack in his voice as he swore to her again that he would control himself, be brotherly. To see the defeat in his eyes as he felt the weight of the perceived failure was excruciating. No, it was better for both of them if she just stayed silent.

After a few moments, Jace opened the door and slipped back out into the hallway. Clary climbed out of her bed, and straightened her clothes. A quick look in the mirror revealed that the flush in her face was fading, and her lips looked less bruised and swollen than they felt. Then, she too exited the room and stepped out into the hallway.

I'd really like to write more, but have zero plot bunnies. Any suggestions?

I also realize, if I'm going to become more active in the TMI fandom, I've got to get some good icons!

MI drabble

Tue, 05 May 2009 00:02:53 GMT

Just a drabble I wrote at work today, instead of, you know, working. :)
Title: Fire
Pairing: Jace/Clary
Description: Jace's thoughts about Clary; set sometime during CoA time period.

Her hair reminded him of fire. That was the first thing he had noticed about her, those bright red strands curling wildly around her face at Pandemonium. It matched her spirit.

She was certainly...spirited. Glancing at her now sitting with her legs drawn up on the sofa in the library a book in her hands, he thought of her slapping him after she realized what a Mark could have done to her, or charging after Simon in DuMort. Yes, fiery might be the perfect description for her.

Jace's heart clenched. Fiery, beautiful, spirited, loyal, and...his sister. He felt the familiar feelings of guilt mixed with lust well within his chest - a physical burning worse than any injury he had ever sustained.

She was fire. And this was his personal Hell...

The Mortal Instruments

Sat, 02 May 2009 15:09:25 GMT

So I finally read The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare (known to many in the HP fandom for her fanfic). I have to say, I was hooked. I read all three in the last week (plus the new Jim Butcher - I got very little housework done last week lol). If you haven't read either of these two authors, I highly recommend them!

Now I'm in the mood to read some more supernatural/fantasy type books, any recommendations out there? And please, no one rec Twilight!