A Dame To Kill For ||


 The woman who stood before him was a regular. Jace recognized the tattoos, the splatter of blotched yellow and green that crawled up her forearm and disappeared underneath a ragged sleeve. She had six needles today and he exchanged them without comment, handling them with gloved hands and disposing of them in the infectious bin hanging below the counter.

Nice watch,” she said, nodding at the piece strapped to his wrist. Her eyes were deep-set and sallow; she might have been pretty once, and Jace ducked his head. 

Thank you. My–” (Boyfriend, best friend) “–brother gave it to me,” he said. Her gaze sharpened as light hit the chrome finish, already assessing the street value of the piece, but Jace remained where he was, determined not to shrink away. “We have counseling services available if you’re interested. The counselor’s with someone right now, but if you don’t mind waiting…

Fuck off,” she snapped, grabbing her package and shrinking back. The lobby was otherwise empty and she spun on her heel and bolted for the door, smacking into Clary as the redhead stepped inside.

Jace sighed. “What was that all about?” Clary asked, shrugging off her jacket as she stepped behind the counter. She was always a little early for her shift, and Jace enjoyed the time they spent together; Simon had been a mutual friend but he’d never really talked to her before he’d started volunteering here.

“I may have suggested counseling but it spooked her,” he said, and Clary nodded sympathetically. “I know I’m not supposed to push it on them, but… I don’t know how else to help. Giving them clean needles seems like taking a band-aid to a gaping chest wound.”

“The only thing that will really help is to clean up the streets for good,” Clary said, and Jace nodded glumly. He’d come to the same conclusion quite a long time ago, though in his case the guilt went quite a bit deeper than neighborly altruism. Three weeks ago, Robert had ordered him to start ‘helping out’ at the warehouse, having judged him worthy of being part of the business after he’d taken care of the Simon problem. 

What he’d seen there– the extent of their operations into the drug trade, the commonplace violence that his brother so expertly orchestrated– had made him speak up, inadvertently challenging Alec’s authority in front of his men. Perhaps they’d come to an understanding in regards to their relationship in private, but out there… Out there, Jace was just another problem to be handled.

If you want to help junkies so badly, go volunteer at the needle exchange, his brother had snapped in frustration, and so Jace had.

He’d grown closer to Clary here, had grown to enjoy her company and her friendship, had even been over for dinner with her mom and step-dad a couple of times. Jace liked the Fray-Garroways; they were probably the only normal family he knew.

“I mean, if there was no supply then they wouldn’t be able to get it anywhere,” Clary continued. “Luke’s been trying to clean up for a while now, but the Lightwoods are just too lawyered up. Everyone knows they own this city, but no one will talk.”

Of course they didn’t. Robert had seen to it that anyone who might have done so was either paid off or dead. Jace said nothing as he pulled off his gloves, quietly acceding his place behind the counter to his friend. Brief goodbyes were exchanged before he logged himself out of the system, the Wayland name glowing at him from the screen. 

Alec had told him that he was a Lightwood now, but after everything he’d seen… did Jace really want to be? His father had been Robert’s best friend and doctor; he stitched up bullet holes and knife wounds in a clinic that Robert had setup in one of their warehouses, had technically been guilty of malpractice but even then… Even then, he’d done no harm.

No, Michael Wayland had never partaken of any of the vices that the Lightwoods so casually peddled, and the money that Robert paid him to be their doctor was far more modest than the original sum he’d offered. Michael had been a good man, Jace knew this, and he had a horrible feeling that if his father could see him now, he’d be so very disappointed.

It was almost midnight and the night air was crisp and cold as Jace slipped out of the building, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he slowly walked towards the subway. This part of town was rougher than he was used to, but he refused the car and the driver that Maryse had offered him on principle. Volunteering at the needle exchange wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but it was his, and letting Lightwood money touch any part of it didn’t sit well with him.

A loud crash roused him from his thoughts, and Jace stopped short, eyes widening as he heard a soft cry coming from the alley up ahead. Instinct drove him forward, peering into the darkness as he beheld the woman he’d just served. She was on the ground, needles strewn around her and she grasped her head. 

“Are you hurt?” Jace asked, kneeling beside her. “Hang on, I’m going to call 911.” One hand steadied her even as he pulled his phone out, trying in vain to remember what he knew about head trauma. It didn’t look like she was bleeding, but the alley was dark and if she’d banged herself up in a drug-induced stupor, who knew where else she’d been injured?

Nice phone,” the woman said, and her voice was surprisingly lucid. “Nothing personal, man.” It took a split-second for what she’d said to register, but by then it was too late. 

Jace barely had a chance to turn before his peripheral vision caught the edge of a second, larger figure looking behind him, and then there was a stunning pain in the back of his head before everything went black.

My BillDip AUs Masterlist:

A list of the different AUs I have/will have art/writing for. AUs that have an entire fic in the works or partial writing have a title following the AU name (This bolded title will later become a link). AU ideas I originate but don’t own the concept behind are marked * (aka AUs based on TV shows, but TV shows no one has made a BillDip AU of yet). 

Original AU with an original concept are marked with a ** and are not for free use.

A (x) denotes the tag I use to mark everything that’s part of this AU on my blog. The fanfictions titles will be bolded links when they are posted on Ao3!

Will be updated with brief descriptions shortly

- Main Story: My main, yet-to-be-named BillDip fanfiction.

- Pirates AU: STARS OVER THE SEA (x)

- Siren AU: SIREN’S KISS (x)

- What Are You AU: WHAT ARE YOU?** (x)

- Steven Universe AU (x)

- Five Nights at Freddy’s AU* (x)

- Professor AU/Teacher AU (x)/(x)

- Weirdmageddon AU**

- Octopus AU (x)

- Attack on Titan AU* (x)

- Book of Life AU* (x)

- Zootopia AU* (x)

- Kill la Kill AU*

- Outlast AU* (x)

- Eridanus AU********* (x)

- How to Train Your Dragon AU* (x)

- The Scorpio Races AU* (x)

- Jurassic World AU: ELDRITCH PARK, a shared AU with @camohatkat* (x)

- RWBY AU* (x)

- Monster Falls AU (x) 

- Hansel and Grettel: Witch Hunters AU* (x) 

- Cipher Rising AU: CIPHER RISING** (x) 

- The Magician AU** (x)

- Egypt Incarnation* (x)

- Aztec Incarnation* (x)

- Cipher Hunt AU* (x)

- Hunchback of Notre Dame AU

- Frozen AU*

- Pirates of the Carribean AU*

- Aladdin AU, roles reversed*

- Strange Magic AU*

- Overwatch AU*

- “Horror Nerd/Paranormal Romance Nerd” AU*

- Master/Slave AU

- Stripper AU

- Puppet Master AU**/Another Magician AU*

- The Magician’s Apprentice AU**

- Cursed Puppet AU, idea by @extrics

- Fallen Angel/Demon Bill

- Object!Head Bill

- Hannibal AU

- Serial Killer AU

- Assassins AU

- Superheroes/Superjail AU (x)

- Skyrim AU*

- Snow White and the Huntsman AU*

- 20 Years Later AU, a shared AU with @sweatycipherologist** (x)

- A/B/O AU

- A/B/O inspired captor/captive ‘Sinverse’ AU **

- Many AU

- Triplets AU

- Horses AU(s)*

“Original Sin”
Jalec. Angst, violence, mature themes. NC-17. 
Note: Dark!Alec, Mob!AU where Jace gets adopted by the Lightwood crime family and is expected to join the business when he comes of age. Spoiler Alert: He doesn’t want to.
(on AO3

Jace kills his first man when he’s twenty years old.

He goes to Alec with blood still on his hands, the gun shoved into the holster at his side, slapping against his rib cage with every step. In many ways, he feels like he’s been preparing for this his whole life, his fate sealed the day the Waylands had been murdered in cold blood, the day Robert Lightwood had come to collect him from the police station. (Or perhaps it had been before that, when Robert and Michael had met in college, turning into best friends and even better confidants.)

The sins of the father, he thinks, will always come back to haunt you.

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I made bom on sims. These pictures were taken of my tv so that’s why they suck.
Kevin: Modeled after Andrew Rannells
Connor: Modeled after Pierce Cassedy and Rory O'Malley
Chris: Modeled after Scott Barnhardt
James: I actually made him myself because i have no clue who plays him haha
Nabulungi: Modeled after Candace Quarrels
Arnold: Modeled after Josh Gad and Cody Jamison Strand