AU or head-canon or whatever for Clace. Based off of a bunch of text posts I see about the TMI gang and how they react/handle their children. Spoilers for literally everything. By now you should go finish reading the books and then come back to my fanfiction. Okay. bye bye.
They all gone? Phew. Okay, here goes nothing.
"Are you sure they're gonna be okay?" She asked for the fifth time.
"Clary, I told you, it's only for a couple of hours and by the time we pick them up, Jordan and Grace will be asleep." Jace said, taking her hand and swinging them back and forth as they walked.
"Yeah, but what if something goes wrong, or something happens and Alec-"
"Clary it's four hours, they're at the Institute, and Alec and Magnus are responsible."
"I know, but I can't shake the feeling something's going to happen." She said, sliding her other hand into the back pocket of her jeans.
It was a warm summer night, and there were flickering lights in between the shadows of the trees. Lights Clary now knew were pixies playing, or fairies lurking in the shade, promising an unforgettable party and a night you would always remember.
"Do you remember when we were younger?" she said suddenly, "When we would go off and break rules and run away, always convinced we were right?"
Jace snorted and smiled his light-up smile. Even after all this time that smile still made her heart stutter a bit, and the butterflies rustle in her chest.
"Except most of the time we were right. God, that feels so long ago." He said.
The yellow streetlights cast shadows on his face, clashing against the strips of sunlight hanging onto the horizon.
"It's been what, ten years since the Dark War?" She said. They turned a corner on the sidewalk, heading into a part of the city that you didn't come through unless you were a native New-Yorker or insane. She remembered the first time they had come to Taki's and the grimy brick walls and spray paint smells had been reassuring. They were familiar almost, against all this new that was blowing up in her face.
"Yeah, I guess." Jace said, turning away from her, his features folding back in and his smile slowly fading.
"Sorry I brought it up. I just-"
"Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything." Jace said, serious all of a sudden.
"Okay, okay, sorry I said-"
"Ah ah ah! No apologizing!" He said, waggling a finger at her, like she was a scolded child.
Clary smiled and playfully bumped him on the hip with her own.
Jace let go of her hand and jogged to the door opening it with a flourish, and said "Mademoiselle?"
"Oh, how romantic. I'm swooning." She said sarcastically, but nevertheless walked inside. It was air-conditioned and there was a large rotating fan in the corner, humming and whistling.
There had to be only ten or twelve other people there. A werewolf and a warlock with purple skin and bat ears were sitting in a corner, next to an extremely short vampire. This was coming from her perspective, like the vampire had to be only five-foot-two.
She and Jace snagged a small table next to the metal fan. The seats were worn and ripped in some places, and the table had cracks and chips in it, but it was familiar. She couldn't count the times they'd all come here in need of energy after a mission, or simply for lunch on Sunday.
A blue skinned faerie with green eyes came over to give them menus when Clary felt a buzz in her pocket.
She quickly tanked her phone out of her pocket, grasping it with two hands.
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TMI One-Shots
Fanfiction"It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone." -Clockwork Prince, Cassandra Clare One-shots and AU, Head-canons and the lot. Mostly MAleC, since they're mah OTP I'm gonna write...
