LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question… […] And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt
Chapter Title: Heavy breathing and some paintbrushes
Pairing:Jace Lightwood x Clary Fray
Request: Shadowhunters, pairing of your choice and “I have you shoved against the
wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth” or “We were pretending
to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you
feel the same way” -> Second one will be featured in chapter two
Warnings: pffff just a lot of cuteness
A/N: Summery: I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth. This and paint. A lot of paint.
Heeello people of the Internet! I’m
back with a Shadowhunters Fanfiction. It’s about my favorite couple
Jace and Clary because I HATE waiting for the next episode. Yes, I am a
fan of the show. Even though I read the books! Shocker? Not really.Anyway, happy reading!Ps. This got out of hand. I planned something different but apparently Clace has a mind of their own plus excuse my rusty skills and
potential mistakes, English is not my first language. Keep the requests
coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x)
Clary knew she was lucky to call a room in the institute her own. She lost track of the weeks she had woken in the ridiculously large and soft bed that was equipped with about 10 pillows Clary didn’t even need. The room had a dresser and even a balcony, so there wasn’t anything to complain about. Almost. It just didn’t look like Clary’s room. Everything was way too organized, tidied up and the absence of drawings was scandalous. So she had asked Alec whether it was alright for her to mix it up a little bit. ‘’If you have to.’’ Was all she got together with an eye roll.
That’s how she got herself into this mess. Clary was dressed into black leggings and a old shirt that was no longer white but splashed by seemingly dozens of colors. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and her room looked like a color bomb exploded. Alec hadn’t said how far she was allowed to go, but she decided for herself that colored walls would make her feel much more…homely. One of the walls had already been painted a bright red, Clary had let that dry and painted a rune over it. She didn’t know what it stood for but her thoughts quickly shifted to the wall facing her bed. ‘’What the hell are you doing?’’ ,called an amused voice from the door, startling her. She turned around, facing Jace as he took in the mess that was her room. ‘’Well what does it look like?’’,she replied turning back trying to figure out what to do the next wall. ‘’Alec is going to kill you’’ Jace chuckled while carefully entering her room, trying to avoid any colors. ‘’ He told me it was okay, actually.’’ , Clary mumbled while placing her hands on her hips ., and idea forming in her head. ‘’He did? And what kind of rune is that supposed to be?’’, he asked with incredibility and pointed at the black rune on the red wall. ‘’I don’t know I just drew it.’’ Clary was way too focused on her next move for her to notice Jace’s frowning. After staring at it for a few seconds he shifted his attention back to Clary. ‘’So you didn’t like your room. Why didn’t you just change it to another?’’ Clary sighed and raised an eyebrow, turning back to Jace. ‘’It’s not like I don’t like it. It’s just…not me. And anyway, any room here looks like this one. ‘’ She eyed his outfit, secretly admiring how his T-Shirt fitted his muscular chest before handing him a paintbrush. ‘’If you’re gonna criticize me some more at least make yourself useful.’’ She smiled has he took the brush and carried the paint buckets a little farther away from the targeted wall. ‘’I gotta go change if your appearance is anything to go by.’’, he stated before rushing back to his room and coming back in some sweatpants. Literally, only sweatpants. ‘’That doesn’t bother you, does it?’’, Jace challenged Clary and eying her provocatively. Well, crap. What did she get herself into? ‘’Why should it.’’
Jace wasn’t stupid. He knew about the effect he had on women. But really, he didn’t mean to irritate Clary in that way. He had noticed that she had been pretty tense the last few days since Simon didn’t answer her calls anymore. She worried. Then she found out the werewolves were trying to find her and Alec had been giving her a hard time as well. Jace wasn’t supposed to care, but he did. He tried not to, by the angels, he really did. She was better off without the mundane anyway and they all were able to protect her from the werewolves. But most importantly, and that was pretty much the reason why he decided to do what he was doing, he cared about her. That little,sassy redhead got into his head, messed up his life and irritated his heart. He might be feeling obligated to help her as a protector of the human world, but really, he wanted to help her. So he decided they both could use some fun.
Clary lied. Oh god she lied. It did bother her. Jace was attractive, extremely attractive she might add. Seeing him in his shadowhunter gear did things to her stomach she wouldn’t label. But seeing him shirtless, all the fading runes visible on his toned body did things to much lower regions. Clary coughed, realizing she just creepily stared at him burning back to face the wall. ‘’Alright..ahm..so I just don’t want it in one color. I want it sprinkled. ‘’ She looked at him trying to see if he understood. ‘’So basically, we’re gonna splash different kinds of colors on the wall, got it?’’ Jace nodded, grinning. ‘’I guess that’s what mundanes call modern art, right?’’ Clary snorted. ‘’Shadowhunters, too. Try to hit the wall and not any furniture!’’ ‘’I had target training since I was 1, Clary.’’, Jace stated cockily getting ready to do the first splash. Clary went first , oddly fascinated with how the paint met the wall and slowly forming a pattern. Perfect. It didn’t take long until throwing paint turned into a competition of who created the best pattern. ‘’Mine is definitely the prettiest, look at that aestetic!’’ , Jace argued trying to convince the laughing Clary that his green paint was after all a snake with three heads. ‘’No way! ‘’ She stood right in front of the wall pointing at Jace’s ‘snake’ . ‘’How is this-Oh!’’
There was a whole minute of silence before Jace bursted out laughing. He fucking threw paint at her. ‘’You did not, Jace Lightwood !’’ Clary had an eye closed, out of reflex because the paint had landed in her face. ‘’Now you are a fine piece of art !’’ Jace hold his stomach laughing , fully enjoying Clary’s shocked expression that slowly turned into a determined one. ‘’Don’t you ever challenge a Fray!’’ Jace blinked once and there was paint all over his naked torso. A huge grin was forming on his lips, eying Clary like a lion would eye is prey. ‘’Remember, you asked for this!’’ He dipped his hands in a bucket full of paint, chasing the screaming (but laughing Clary) through the room until he sneaked his hands around her hips, pressing them onto her stomach, painting her former white shirt even more colorful. Clary struggled lightly against Jace’s hold, but really, she was way too indulged in the feeling of his hands pressed against her body. ‘’You say what?’’,Jace breathed into her ear, making her shiver. ‘’Don’t ever challenge a Fray!’’ Splash. Clary drew the paintbrush across his face ,snickering. He let go of her rubbing his eyes. ‘’You’re such a pain in the ass, Clarissa !’’, he growled before pressing her against the freshly sprinkled wall. He hold her tight, watching her as she kept on laughing and supporting her hands on his chest. He smiled softly, loving to see her so carefree. It wasn’t until Clary had stopped laughing that both realized in what compromising position they were in. She swallowed slightly, feeling his naked skin under her fingertips. Feeling his heartbeat. Their eyes met.
Clary licked her lips involuntarily, causing Jace to press his lower body tighter against hers. Jace couldn’t focus on anything else but Clary’s lips. They looked so soft and perfect. He had imagined numerous times how she would taste. Fierce maybe, with a taste of vanillin and something that was so Clary. He felt like he was able to hear her heart beating violently and he could have sworn that he just moaned. Clary’s eyelids fluttered while she melted against his hard body. She was all soft and curves where he was hard and edgy. She could feel his face coming closer. ‘’I’ve won.’’,he murmured with a lascivious smile looking at her like she was the finest piece of art the world had ever seen. Clary didn’t even feel the need to disagree, if losing meant that Jace looked at her like that, she would gladly lose every time. He put his right hand up, cradling her cheek and slightly touching her lips with his thumb. Her breath caught in her throat, slightly opening her lips she could feel his hot breath against her lips. He was so close. So close. ‘’ Clary! We need you and Jace for…Oh.’’
Clary winced when she saw Isabelle bursting into her room because she was facing the door. I will kill her. I will kill her. She repeated in her head over and over again while studying Jace. He closed his eyes, exhaling loudly before looking intensively into her eyes. We’re not finished here , it said. Jace then slowly turned around. ‘’Yes, Isabelle?’’, he grumbled lowly. ‘’I –ah oh sorry. Well, that makes it easier though.’’ The perplexed expression on the pretty brunettes face changed into a smug one. ‘’We need you for a mission. You two. C’mon it requires a lot of planning!’’ She turned around, but stopped for a second to say: ‘’I like what you did here’’ before rushing out of the door. Whether she meant her messy room or the almost lip-lock action that almost took place, Clary didn’t know.
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