BOOK ONE | jace wayland imagines

1. wrongful jealousy

STORY CREATED BY malfoysdarkprincess

No matter how much she denied it, she was beyond jealous. A fire burned behind her eyes, her fist breaking the pencil in her hand. Alec's head snapped up, eyes darting to the broken pencil in Y/N's hand. She didn't seem to notice the damage she caused, her eyes fixated on the sight in front of her. Clary, the new golden girl, had her hands on Jace's chest and was laughing at something he said and he didn't seem to mind. Alec cleared his throat, causing Y/N to return to reality.

She turned to him with a puzzled expression which contorted to a pained one. She looked at her hand to see three cuts to were the broken wood had split her skin. She unclasped the pencil and inspected her hand. "Are you okay?" Alec questioned. His face hinted more amusement than concern. Her bottom lip caught between her lips as she nodded her head. Her gaze returned to the two shadowhunters in front of her.

Alec followed her gaze and couldn't help but to allow a chuckle pass his lips. "By the angel! Is Y/N... jealous?" he joked. She dropped her gaze from the sight to Alec, who silently had made his way next to her. Her back snapped straight, her eyes narrowing at the eldest Lightwood. Her breath became shaky in that last second, her cheeks tinted to a darker shade.

"M-me? Jealous? No way!" she laughed, it was an attempt to hide her jealously. She felt Alec's bore into the side of her head. Fingertips grazed against Y/N's shoulder and when she turned around, she was greeted with the face of Isabelle.

"Oh Y/N, you are so jealous" she whispered in her ear. Alec snorted and Y/N allowed a breath of air escape her throat. She rolled her eyes at her parabatai and flicked her eyes back to her boyfriend. Lately, he's been so busy with Clary. Y/N did understand though, her mother was kidnapped by Valentine but she still felt a pang at her chest. Her body crumbled with insecurity every time she saw the two of them together, laughing and smiling at each other.

She abruptly stood up, and mumbled something along the lines of her not being jealous. She heard the quiet laughter of the Lightwood siblings but didn't react. She wanted to let off some steam. She had walked to the training room, setting up a boxing bag in the centre. Y/N punched the bag repeatedly, the bag shaking with the force of her punches. She was so intoxicated by anger and jealously that she didn't notice Jace leaning against the door.

Jace didn't see her leave, he only noticed when Clary was called over by Mayrse. He walked over to the Lightwood siblings, confusion lingered in his head. "Where's Y/N?" He questioned. Alec smirked and Izzy giggled. "What?" he further questioned.

"Well when you were talking to Clary, Y/N broke a pencil just by the sight of you two. She's gone to the training room I presume. I think your girlfriend might be jealous" Alec stifled a laugh. Jace looked at Izzy for confirmation, by which she nodded her head. "You have been hanging out with Clary a bit much to her distaste. Maybe you should talk to her," Alec advised. Jace swallowed the growing lump in his throat. He turned and headed toward the training room, finding her instantly.

There she was. Y/N continued to punch the boxing bag over and over, with such force he thought for sure it was going to break. "Easy there princess, we can't be breaking the bag. Other people might want to use it," he winked. She only grunted in response, but started to calm herself down. "Not only that, your foot isn't in the right place," he waltzed over and pushed her foot with his.

"Shouldn't you be with Clarissa?" she asked, putting her arm ontop of the bag for support. He raised an eyebrow at her, confused by her question. "Well I mean, you're meant to be teaching her the ways of a shadowhunter? Although, doesn't look like that because looks like both of you are having a date instead of tutoring," she said, sarcasm dripping with every word. Jace tried so hard to stifle his laugh, but it pushed past his lips, amusement plastered on his face.

"Oh Y/N, jealously isn't your best look," he mused. She cursed. She ran her hand through her hair, her cheeks tinting with a dark shade of red.

"I am not jealous. Whatever Alec or Isabelle said I am not. I'm only saying" she defended herself. She went to walk past him, clearly embarrassed, but he grabbed her wrist. He pushed her back into his chest, his head resting on her shoulder. Her heart thumped wildly against her ribcage. She always got this feeling when he got intimate with her, it was if he touched her for the first time.

"That's a lie, you know, when you get jealous you bottom lip tends to be between your teeth" he pointed out. She pursed her lips, hands grazing over his. "I'm sorry I've been with Clary a lot recently. She's really nice and she's going through a bad time. You know how much I love you." He kissed her neck, slowly rocking them both.

"I'm sorry, I just- I've barely been with you since Clary came. I missed you..." she trailed off. Y/N turned around, facing him and wrapping her hands around his neck. He smiled at her and kissed her. Their lips met softly, her nose squishing against his. They pulled apart, Y/N placing her love-induced head on his shoulder.

"How about tonight, just you and me? No Clary, no missions. Just us... Deal?" she smiled at his offer. She kissed his cheek and giggled.

"Deal."