the perfect jace

Annabel Blackthorn - Lady Midnight

“Annabel Lee” - Edgar Allan Poe


It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
  Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
  Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the sounding sea.


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“Everyone thinks we’re dating.” Simon randomly announced in the middle of of his and Jace’s second weekly movie nights.

Jace hit the pause button on the remote and gave Simon a quizzical look. “And?”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“No?”

Simon stared at Jace. “It doesn’t?”

“Why would it?” Jace asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean… aren’t we?”

“What?” 

“Aren’t we dating?” Jace repeated. “I mean, this is a date, right?”

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demibuckybarnes  asked:

hey hi imagine, if you will, simon doing that thing he does where he covers his fangs with his hand. and jace, who is the softest nerdboy in the world, pressing a mock kiss to said hand while it's still covering simon's smile and they both get very blushy and cute.

well i’ve never imagined this before but thanks for ruining my life and making me unable to forget it

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“I just,” Simon sighs, laughs, and then stumbles drunkenly into a lamp post, “think that Shadowhunters is a bit of a letdown as a name, honestly.” 

“We’ve been over this.” Jace says slowly, patiently, fumbling around the words in his throat. He’s drunk. A little. It’s great, the world is slow and warm around him, and Simon is smiling every other second, and seriously - Simon should never, ever stop smiling. “I do hunt. The stuff in the shadows.”

Simon shakes his head furiously, one curl of hair coming loose of its gel and flopping forward, making him look even more intensely irresistible. Jace is never going to let go of him. That much is crystal clear, even when there’s alcohol pumping through his veins. 

“Then you should be called in-the-shadow-hunters.” Simon says seriously, his eyebrows slanting down as he considers Jace. “The English language is very important.” 

“Really?” Jace smirks. “Is that why you were Rock Solid Panda? Because language is so important - “

“Shut up!” Simon says, laughing, and he shoves at Jace, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Jace laughs softly, catching Simon’s shoulders and stopping him, and Simon keeps laughing, his eyes alight, his teeth gleaming bright under the fluorescent streetlight, the edges sharpening - 

“Oh shit.” Simon curses, his hand flying up automatically to cover his mouth, his eyes widening into sudden panic. Jace frowns, his mind sluggish, as he figures out what’s going on. 

“Don’t.” He says softly, leaning forward, and Simon steps back, and he steps forward again, and Simon backs away to the wall and there’s nowhere left to go, and Jace wants Simon’s smile back. He always wants that smile, and Shadowhunters fall once and fall hard, and he’s falling forward still, impossibly tethered to Simon. 

“Don’t.” He says again, trying to put everything he feels into words, and he leans forward, brushing his lips across the hand Simon still has across his fangs, once, twice, and then kissing each knuckle, the touch feather-light. Simon makes a strangled noise behind his hand, and Jace wraps his own fingers around Simon’s wrist and tugs it down slowly, his gaze fixed on Simon, who’s looking at Jace wide-eyed and slack-jawed, his cheeks flushed with the fresh O-neg he consumed at the bar. 

“Well this is new.” Simon mumbles, and then he swallows hard and cups Jace’s cheeks before pulling him in for a slow, sweet kiss, close-mouthed and restrained. Jace pulls away and ducks back in, slowly pulling at Simon’s lower lip, teasing him and slipping his fingers up the back of Simon’s shirt to rake his fingernails down the dip of Simon’s spine, eliciting a low, throaty moan from Simon as he does. Finally, finally Simon’s lips part subconsciously as Simon sighs lightly, and Jace takes the opportunity to press his advantage and lick into Simon’s mouth, mindful of his fangs. 

Simon’s grip on Jace tightens, but he lets Jace do it, lets Jace kiss him senseless until his fangs recede, and Jace is light-headed with desire, but more importantly Simon’s smile is back, slow and alight with a heady emotion that has Jace’s heart doing a funny thing in his chest. And he knows, without a shadow of doubt, that he’d do anything to keep that smile for the rest of his days.

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Malec Appreciation Week Day 1 - Favorite Magnus Moment

I’m not talking to you. 

Bonus: Alec’s Little Smirk and Shrug

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→ Dominic Sherwood as James Herrick in Take Down (aka Billionaire’s Ransom)

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Endless list of favourite heartbreaking Jace Wayland scenes - #9
“You don’t go through what you just went through, witnessing all that death, and not feel something, Jace. It’s not good for you.” - Mea Maxima Culpa (2x11)

  • Alec : Don't be such a drama queen.
  • Magnus : I can't.
  • Magnus : My mascara would run.
  • Alec : You don't wear mascara.
  • Magnus : True. Perfection requires no alterations.
  • Jace : I have seen you wear eyeliner.
  • Magnus : I've seen you eat an entire cake in one sitting.
  • Jace : Your point?
  • Magnus: Enhancing eyes or enhancing thighs. Who's the real winner?
  • Jace : Me? I had an entire chocolate cake?
  • Simon : Jace has a point.

Isabelle: Alright, give me your hair dryer.

Clary: What?

Clary: What are you talking about?

Isabelle: Don’t you carry one with you?

Clary: Why would I ever bring a hairdryer on a mission?

Isabelle: *calls Jace*

Isabelle to Jace: Hey do take your hair dryer on missions?

Jace: Of course. I’m not some sort of animal.

title: without the games
pairing/characters:
Jace/Simon, background Clary/Izzy,
rating: t
warnings: none
summary: The pounding in Simon’s chest got louder and louder, his heart flip-flopped when Jace rested his hand gently on the back of his neck and pressed their lips together. The kiss was warm and gentle and not at all like Simon had anticipated. It was softer and sweeter than he thought Jace was capable of. OR  the three times Simon convinced himself that kissing Jace meant nothing and the time he realized that he was wrong.
a/n: first off, I’m gifting this work to the amazingly patient @intangibel​ as a substitute for the fic I was supposed to write her for @shadowhuntersbetas​ Winter Fic Exchange (this one is much better, trust me). A huge thank you goes out to @tothebitterbetterend​ and @bookwhipped​ for doing such an amazing job of beta-ing this fic! It wouldn’t be what it is without both of you, so thanks!!
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Pop music blared from the radio as all of the partygoers arranged themselves into a circle on the floor in the Lightwoods’ basement. Simon grabbed a can of soda from the table in the corner, which held a half-eaten birthday cake and a variety of drinks and candy that had previously been arranged into neat piles, before wedging himself into the space between Clary and Alec. He didn’t say anything because it was Isabelle’s birthday party but, in his opinion, sixteen was too old to play spin the bottle. Part of the reason was because he’d never actually kissed anyone before, but there was no way he was going to admit that. He’d practiced with his pillow before, another thing that he wasn’t going to admit – boy, had that been embarrassing when Rebecca walked in on him – and he’d fantasized about kissing someone, of course. It had just never happened.

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