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Prompt: Clary gets jealous of a new shadow hunter who saved Jace’s life.
Clary almost died that day.
It wasn’t supposed to end up actually being dangerous. It was a test run, for Tori, the newest shadowhunter whom had come to the institute, asking to fight with Clary, Jace, Isabelle and Alec. It was only supposed to be one demon. Tori was supposed to kill it herself, and if she couldn’t, then the others would step in to help.
Tori killed the demon on her own with ease, but little did they know, they were on vampire territory.
An entire nest of them had suddenly emerged, snarling, and promising death for each of the shadowhunters who had crossed onto their land.
Instantly, Jace pushes Clary slightly behind him. “Clary, when I give the cue, you run.” He says under his breath.
“Fat chance.” Clary’s hand tightens on her stele. “I can do this, Jace. I’ve been practicing some new runes. I think I can freeze them long enough that we can get away, I’ve been getting stronger.”
“It’s too dangerous.” Isabelle hisses, taking Jace’s side. “You and Tori get the hell out of here as soon as they attack.
And before Tori or Clary could raise up and protest, the vamps attack, snarling and launching themselves at the hunters.
It’s not long before Clary’s stele gets knocked away by a bloodsucker who’s trying to rip her throat out. It’s teeth, sharp as needle points, are centimeters away from the exposed flesh of her neck. She’s sure she’s going to get bitten, when Jace stabs the vampire from behind, and watches with satisfaction as it falls to the ground.
“Clary, go!” Jace calls as another pounces on him. But Clary would die here before she left Jace and the others alone. No Shadowhunter abandons their friends in a hunt. Ever.
Jace is fighting a losing battle with the vampire, and Clary knows she’s weaponless and helpless to peel the vamp off—she’s not strong enough.
She sucks in a deep breath, and dives for Jace’s stele, pulling it from his pocket, escaping other vampires teeth by inches.
She starts furiously etching a rune on her skin, as fast as she can, not even feeling the burn, but instead, feeling a solution glide of her skin, a way to save jace and the others.
But before she can finish that one, connecting line, finishing the rune and freezing all the vamps in their place, Tori bolts at Jace, and tears the vampire off him, saving him seconds before Clary’s rune takes effect.
“Stop it, Jace!” Tori giggles flirtatiously. Clary resists the urge to roll her eyes, and to punch that stupid little grin right off the blondes face. Jace had thanked her (more than necessary) if you asked her. Alec, Magnus, isabelle and Simon, along with Robert and Mayrse, were seated at the dinner table, and a few times, even Simon or Isabelle would see Jace’s gratitude as flirty, and they’d clear their throats. Izzy even kicked him under the table.
Jace holds up his hands in surrender, a grin on his face. A grin he usually only displayed for Clary. “Sorry, sorry,” He mumbles, using that impish tone he saved for when Clary was scolding him. “But that was pretty badass.”
“Thanks.” Tori blushes bright red, casting her eyes down. “I’m just glad I saved you.”
Finally, enough becomes enough, and Clary bolts up from the kitchen table, leaving her dinner untouched.
“Clary?” She hears Jace’s voice calling her, but she ignores him, bolting into her room and locking the door, leaning against it.
Seconds later, she feels another body slump against the door: Jace.
“Clary.” His voice is gentle, the voice he uses to talk Clary down off her ledges. The voice he uses to sooth her. She feels the effects of it wanting to work the stiffness out of her muscles but she fights it tooth and nail. “Open the door, love.”
Love. Her heart always did stop when he called her that.
“But why should I?” Clary mumbles. “Just go back to flirting with Tori. I know you want to. She’s better than me in every way—perfect hair, perfect style, perfect fighting skills—”
She’s cut off by Jace’s laughter. “Clary…” He chuckles. “do you think….are you…”
“Jealous?” Clary says bitterly. “Maybe.”
“You shouldn’t be.” Jace’s voice is softer.
“Oh yeah?” Clary’s jaw clenches. “Give me one good reason why not.” She stands away from the door, and sits on the edge of her bed.
She sees the door handle jiggle and slide open, and Jace slips in, shutting the door behind her. He rakes a hand back through his hair, shoving it off his face. “Clary,” He smiles gently, approaching her slowly. “Silly girl.”
Clary doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t move when he sits beside her and wraps an arm around her shoulders. “You’re adorable when you’re jealous.” He kisses her hair.
Clary doesn’t reply again, but is unable to help leaning into his touch.
“but you should know better.” He scolds lightly. “There will never be anyone but you, Clary. I’ll never look at another girl the way I look at you.”
Clary makes a soft sound. “Jace…I understand. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“Tori may have saved me from one vampire, but you’ve brought me back from the dead, Clary.” He whispers. “You saved me from myself, Clary.”
Clary leans against him, sighing very quietly. “You, Jace Lightwood, are an impossible idiot.”
“True.” Jace says thoughtfully. “But I’m your idiot.”
Send me a prompt, (picture or word) containing your fandom and your otp, and I’ll do my best to write a short fic on them! I do Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and The Mortal Instruments