Shadowhunter Imagines

Midnight Artist (Clace)

Clace Oneshot

Word Count 552

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Jace's POV

My body shivered under the thin sheets. I turned over and moved my arm across the blanket to wrap around my girlfriend when my arm hit the cold mattress. My eyes immediately shot open and looked at the empty bed beside me. My eyes moved across the room quickly and when I didn't see the familiar red head, my body shot out of the bed to search the rest of the Institute.

I wasn't surprised when I opened the art room doors to see her sitting on a short stool in front of an easel. Closing the doors silently, I moved behind her, my eyes wondering over the canvas as her hands moved the paintbrush in beautifully graceful strokes.

Her emerald eyes were trained on the paper as she painted her golden hair and golden eyes of a stranger. Her paintbrush added a chest for the stranger and wings until she finally sat the utensil down and sighed.

Wiping her hands on a wash cloth, she stood and turned to leave when she noticed me standing against the wall. She shrieked in shock and nearly fell over until I grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

"Jace w-what are you doing here?" I chuckled at her nervousness. "You weren't in bed and I got worried. When I found you here, you looked so pretty and calm I didn't want to disrupt you." I watched as her cheeks turned a bright pink and she giggled lightly.

"Oh... well I'm kinda tired now so can we just-"

"What about your picture?" She shifted on her feet and could tell how uncomfortable she felt. "I was just gonna throw it out. It's not very good."

I moved to look behind her and saw the beautiful painting she drew of the handsome specimen. "I think it's a great painting. Who is it?"

She stared intently at the floor as she shifted once again under my gaze. "It was supposed to be you." I was taken aback. Was that really how she saw me? Did she really think I was that beautiful?

"Really?"

She nodded silently. She looked embarrassed and ashamed. I placed my fingers under her chin to make her look up at me. "I think it's a wonderful drawing, truly. I just didn't know you thought of me that beautiful." She smiled. "I always do."

Clary's POV

It wasn't a lie. At all. I did see him like that, no matter the day. He was beautiful to me and forever would be.

I felt his lips on mine before I could see it happen. His lips were soft and I melted against them instantly, my arms coming up and wrapping around his neck. We pulled away for air and I smiled up at him. His eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled and I couldn't help but find it adorable.

"Come on, it's still the middle of the night and I'd imagine you need some sleep." His arm wrapped around my waist as he lead me back to his room where we laid in his bed, his arms wrapped tight around me. My eyes felt heavy and after fighting the sleep, I let them fall, but not before hearing his last words before sleep struck him too.

"Goodnight, my midnight artist."