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Fandom: TMI

OTP: Clace

Prompt: Jace after a fight with Clary

Admin: DarkerThanBlack

Requested by: Anon

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It had been an argument just like any other of the many Jace and Clary have—they were both stubborn people, so they butt heads continuously, always arguing over the little things. This time, the fight had stemmed from something so small, Jace couldn’t even recall what it had been about.

She’d stormed away in the heat of the fight, just like always. Jace knew that  by now, she’d be in her room in the institute, drawing pictures of him with devil horns and mustaches. Or, if the fight was really heated, like this recent one had been, she’d fold herself up very small, knees against her chest, and cry.

Jace stood stiffly in his bedroom, tension working at his jaw. If he listened very closely, he could hear the muffled, kitten-like sobs coming from her room. With every sob he heard, he winces, knowing he is the cause.

Jace should’ve held his ground—should’ve pouted and held a grudge for days on end. He’s good at that. But by the angel, his resolve, which seemed solid, crumbled into nothing. “Dammit, Fray.” He says very softly, muscles coming lose as he shuts his door behind him, venturing the short distance down the hall.

When he reaches her door, he doesn’t knock. He pushes it open slowly, to find her curled over herself, red hair spilling around her shoulders like an untamed fire.

Jace doesn’t speak—doesn’t say a word, as he walks over to her, and falls to his knees beside her. He shoves closer to her, until they’re touching. At the feel of her soft skin against his, relief comes, along with that spark that never failed to make his heart race.

“Oh, Clary,” He sighs quietly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She shies away for a moment, before sighing too, and nuzzling into him, like she’s trying to merge them, as if they are two raindrops. “I’m sorry, Clary. I’m so sorry.”

Clary mumbles her own apologies, and then pauses. “We do this a lot.” she whispers. “fight, I mean.”

“We do.” Jace agrees quietly, resting his chin on her head. “But do you know what?“

“What?” She wonders, looking up at him. Her lashes are wet from previously shed tears.

Jace kisses the tip of her nose lightly. “We fight because we care about each other. Some things, Clary, are not worth the fight.” He hesitates, trying to find a way to phrase his next sentence so that it flows just right. “But some things are.” He gives he a knowing look. “And us—what we have. That is something worth fighting for.”

Clary gives him a weak smile. “Yeah?” She raises a brow.

Jace grins, kissing her head. “Yeah.” He agrees.

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Send me a prompt, (picture or word) containing your fandom and your otp, and I’ll do my best to write a short fic on them! I do Supernatural,  Maximum Ride, Twilight, Hush Hush, Fallen, TVD, Fruits Basket, The Hunger Games, High School Host Club, The Summoning Series, and The Mortal Instruments.  (If your fandom is not listed above, please inbox me what it is—not all my fandoms are listed above! )

Fandom: TMI

OTP: Clace

Prompt: Clary finds out she’s pregnant, she thinks jace doesn’t want kids so she  thinks she has to go through it alone, and jace discovers shes pregnant.

Admin: DarkerThanBlack

Requested by: Anon

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As her fingers start to shake, Clary drops the pregnancy test, taking slow, long strides away from it as if it might grow claws and start eating and tearing at her.

Her hands fly to her stomach, and she chokes back a sob.

Pregnant.

She was pregnant.

Her trembling fingers yank the fabric of her camisole aside, and she turns sideways to the mirror.

No way.

But she knew she couldn’t have imagined the tiny bump, protruding between her hipbones. It hadn’t been there before her and Jace…did the deed….a few months ago, so much in the heat of the moment that protection had been the last thing on their minds.

She’d decided to take the test as soon as the morning sickness and constant hunger began. She never really thought it was a legit possibility—she’s only 18. How is she going to raise a baby? And Jace….Jace doesn’t even want kids. He’ll hate her if he finds out. He’ll leave her.

But abortion wasn’t an option. As Clary was running her hands over her stomach, she imagined a tiny, underdeveloped baby, relying in her for survival. Maybe the child had Jace’s features. Maybe the baby had Clary’s smile, or her laugh. Maybe her little, unborn baby had Jace’s passion for—well, everything—buried within.

She felt the instant love. This…this…protectiveness.

She wanted this baby. She just didn’t know if Jace did.

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When Jace gets home from helping Alec write his vows for his and Magnus’s wedding, Clary is curled up by the window, her hands rubbing small circles on her stomach. Her eyes are red and puffy, and by her labored breathing, Jace can tell she’d been crying.

He’s about to enter the room where she is—she clearly was too distracted to hear him come into the building, when he passes the open bathroom door on his way.

Normally, it wouldn’t have phased him, and he’d have just shut it and continued on.

But the light was still on, and on the counter, was a box of…pregnancy tests?

Getting sidetracked, he curiously walks into the bathroom, frowning to himself.

And he stops dead, when he sees the little test on the counter, reading positive.

Pregnant. Clary was pregnant.

His mouth was dry, as he walks towards Clary, heavy legs and stiff joints. Is this why she’d been crying? Was she upset at the results? Were they happy tears?

“Clary.” His voice is soft, but she turns at the sound of it, obviously trying to hide her tear-streaked face.

“How’d the vows with Alec go?” she wonders hoarsely, staring down at the floor.

Jace doesn’t want to beat around the bush. “Are you pregnant?”

Her face goes white. Whiter than normal. And he can see her trying to swallow the lump in her throat. “I…” her eyes fill with tears again, and she starts sobbing wildly. “but it’s just, I mean, I know you don’t want kids, and–”

Jace’s expression cuts her off, as he approaches her, sitting beside her on the window sill. “Is that what this is about?”

She hesitates, sobs stopping, as she turns to him, frowning. “W-Well, what else would it b-be about?”

Jace laughs, really laughs, a truly relived sound, as he wraps an arm around Clary and wipes away her tears with light kisses. “I thought that you didn’t want kids. Clary, when you asked me if I wanted kids, that had to be about….what…a year ago? Two? I didn’t want kids then. And I certainly didn’t peg you as the maternal-type.”

“Not that I don’t think you’ll be a great mother.” He adds quickly, seeing her confusion. “But…I mean…do you want to keep the baby?”

“Yes.” Clary says feverishly. “I do. A lot. I know we’re young, but I don’t really care. I want her.” she rubs her stomach again, for emphasis.

“Then I do to.” Carefully, deliberately, Jace lowers his head, ducking down so his lips rest on Clary’s stomach. Gently, he presses a line of kisses down to her belly button. “If you’re ready to be a parent,” he says. “then so am I. Bring on Fathering for Dummies.”

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Send me a prompt, (picture or word) containing your fandom and your otp, and I’ll do my best to write a short fic on them! I do Supernatural,  Maximum Ride, Twilight, Hush Hush, Fallen, TVD, Fruits Basket, The Hunger Games, High School Host Club, The Summoning Series, and The Mortal Instruments.  (If your fandom is not listed above, please inbox me what it is—not all my fandoms are listed above! )

Fandom: TMI

OTP: Clace

(Isabelle as a side character)

Prompt: Isabelle takes Clary shopping at Victoria’s Secret, and Jace snoops in her bags afterwards

Admin: DarkerThanBlack

Requested by: Admin

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“This is insane.” Clary moans, as Isabelle drops lingerie over the door of her changeroom.

“Nonsense.” Isabelle insists happily. “I’ve seen your cotton underwear, and girl, there is nothing attractive about it. Jace will thank me later. And so will you. Trust me.”

Clary grimaces as she plucks a bra and pantie set from the floor. “This is nothing but lace!” she cries uneasily, holding it at arms-length as though it might bite her.

“Exactly.” Isabelle sounds pleased and also a little annoyed with Clary’s lack of enthusiasm. “Now hurry up and try them on! We haven’t got all day. I have a nail appointment at 1.”

“I have a nail appointment at 1.” Clary mimics in a high voice, before rolling her eyes and hesitantly tugging one of the sets on.

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With three Victoria’s Secret bags in tow, and 350+ dollars spent, Isabelle finally declares she feels satisfied enough with their progress to call it in for today. Half because she really was glad with their accomplishments, and half because Jace kept texting Clary and whining about where she was. It was Saturday, usually a day spent with Jace, and no one but.

“I’m off to the Salon.” Isabelle tells Clary, once they reach the main floor of the institute. She hands clary the rest of her bags, and pats her playfully on her head. “Have fun.” She hesitates as Jace comes tip toeing into the living room. Clary hadn’t noticed him yet, but Isabelle rolls her eyes. “But not too much fun.”

Clary brushes bright red, and shoos Isabelle out the door, turning to sag against it, when she catches Jace mid-sneek.

“Jace.” She mumbles, opening her arms for a hug, when she remembers the bags of sexy lingerie she clutches, filled with what felt like her dirtiest secrets.

His eyebrows hike  up his forehead when he sees what she’s attempting to hide. “Victoria’s Secret, hmm?”  he chuckles darkly, approaching her slowly, like a lion might circle an innocent lamb, wearing the face of a villain.

She turns an even more noticeable shade of scarlet. “N-No.” She stammers. “I m-mean it’s n-nothing. P-Promise.”

Jace dives for one of the bags before Clary has time to react, and she cries out in protest. “Jace! Don’t be a pervert!” she demands nervously, as he carefully removes the pink tissue paper, grinning in delight.

He ignores her, of course, and slowly pulls out the sexiest number she’d purchased that day. It was red, and black, and…well, between the bra and thong, there wasn’t much material. Lots of lace, and bows. Plus it was a push up.

He chuckles wickedly, waving it at her. “Well, Clary,” he says casually. “I can’t say I regret Isabelle kidnapping you today.”

She lunges after it, but he holds it up above his head, too high for short Clarissa Fray to reach. Despite knowing she’s too short, she tries to jump anyways, and fails miserably, crossing her arms over her chest. “Ass.” She mutters, refusing to look at him.

He stoops down to kiss her cheek. “Don’t pout.” He mumbles, setting the bra and pantie set back in the bag, and removing the rest of the stuff from her  grip, not to peek at its contents, but rather to relieve her of the burden, as if they weighed anything more than she could handle. “I’ll go put these bags away, and then we can watch a movie. I ordered pizza.”

Clary softens. Damn you, Jace Lightwood, she thinks wearily, can’t you just let me brood for five seconds?

Apparently not, which, Clary had to admit, was adorable.

“That sounds awesome.” She sighs, her tense posture relaxing, and blush fading, heartbeat calming.

He leans down, as if he might kiss her, and then swivels his head to the right, being a tease, leaning down in her ear, and whispering in a breathy tone, sending shivers down her spine, “and then after that, you can model what you bought today.”

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Send me a prompt, (picture or word) containing your fandom and your otp, and I’ll do my best to write a short fic on them! I do Supernatural,  Maximum Ride, Twilight, Hush Hush, Fallen, TVD, Fruits Basket, The Hunger Games, High School Host Club, The Summoning Series, and The Mortal Instruments.  (If your fandom is not listed above, please inbox me what it is—not all my fandoms are listed above! )