Jace pulled at his shirt. The starched, black collar scratched at his neck.
He ran his hands over his arms, over the golden runes on his sleeves.
He took a deep breath and walked into the hall.
The pews were filled with Shadowhunters. From everywhere.
He spotted Luke and his pack as well as Magnus. And the other one, Tessa.
He walked up to the alter waiting.
Clary walked through the hall, her gold dress blazing with her black gear.
Her copper hair was pinned up, framing her green eyes.
Jace took in a breath. She winked at him.
She stood across him.
He wanted to close the gap, but alas, self-control was important.
Jace stared at her the entire time, barely even paying attention.
Finally, Clary spun his family ring off her finger. He had given it to her after the other ring, which was resting on her right hand.
She handed the ring to Jace who slipped it onto his own finger.
He pulled out his stele and Clary gripped hers.
They stepped towards each other, marking the other's chest and arm with runes, symbolizing their love and devotion.
Clary stepped back and smiled.
Jace smirked, stepping forward and pulling him towards him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him.
The Shodowhunters roared in approval, rushing forward to celebrate.
Jace smiled against Clary's mouth.
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FanfictionA series of one- shots of my favorite OTP's. Has fluff and stuff and a bunch of moments that'll leave you in tears. Not cliff-hanger tears, I mean like Awwww-my-babies-have all -grown-up tears. Yeah. Enjoy!
