Summary: *Modern Day* Clary is a distant abused teenager, Jace is a closed off tattoo artist. Follow as their bond grows. There will be Malec, Sizzy, Clace and so much more. Warning: There is a strong theme of abuse!
Disclaimer: We own none of the original character and places just the OCs! All rights to the awesome Cassandra Clare! Also we don't own any of the songs.
A/N: Hey fellow Shadowhunters! So guess who started to write a TMI fic (definitely not us)? R&R guys and don't worry there's Malec and Clace for all! (A/N C: What about Sizzy! J: No Simon's my boyfriend. C: Fine but in this fic we have to have Sizzy. J: Good thing it's all made up then. :) )
Clary's PoV
10 years ago she left, 3 months ago she died. Now here I am with only my brother Jonathan, who's my twin, and what I guess you could call my 'father'. My mother, Jocelyn, when she died she left me her tattoo parlor in New York City, conveniently my 'father' was offered a permanent job in the city, as lawyer. Today we moved to the City to our new apartment. Currently I'm on my way to the parlor to check it out, luckily my father has no idea about it. I round the corner and see the flashing sign of the parlor, 'Permanent Ink'. As I walk in I feel people's stares burn in the back of my head. I go up to the lady at the front cash register.
"Hi I'm Cla-"
"Clary Morgenstern. Yeah I know who you are. I'm Amatis Garroway, your mother's cousin and manger of the parlor. Nice to meet ya boss."
"Boss?"
"You heard me, boss, or would you rather supreme leader of Permanent Ink."
"Uhhhh…. Aren't I a little young to legally own this place?"
"Psh laws! Just kidding! No but seriously you own the place. In writing though I'm the 'owner' until you're 18 but you call the shots." She says but I still can't fully process it. This is all mine! Oh god! This makes no sense, Mother leaves me but writes me in her will!? Oh screw it, my life sucks, this is probably the only good thing I got, well besides John.
"Want a tour?" She asks so I just nod. Amatis takes me around the humongous shop. The walls are blood red with intricate black designs, with black tile floors. In the far left corner there was a small stage, mirrors line the right wall, silver tattoo chairs and supplies are scattered. She leads me up a flight of stairs to the more personal rooms for more private tattoos. That floor also has my own office, and what looks like a huge night club, there's a bar, a DJ booth, a dance floor, and a lounge. She then leads me up one more flight and we enter a loft. There's a large bed, closet, desk, couch, tv and bathroom room. (A/N descriptive right!?)
"It's all yours." Amatis says.
"All of this? It's mine?" I ask. Great, now I have a place where I can hide out from my 'father' from time to time.
"Yup! Now let's go meet our team!" Amatis says and leads me down stairs.
"Alright, line up ladies!" Amatis screams and a bunch of people scramble then line up against the wall.
"So Clary honey this the team." She says and starts to point to people.
"This is Jordan Kyle," she says as she points a definite 9, with his curly brown hair and sparkling dark eyes. "He's one of our entertainers, live music and all, along with Simon Lewis and Eric Hillchurch, but Jordan occasionally will give a tattoo, unlike Simon and Eric.
Amtis points to a corky looking boy with glass, he has lightish curly brown hair and chocolate eyes. "This is Simon." (A/N J: Squeeeeee my boyfriend, we have a Star Wars date tonight!? ﾟﾘﾍ C: J, please shut up now, we have to write!) Then she points to a fairly unattractive boy with oily blond hair and celery green eyes. "And this is Eric."
Next she points to a dark skinned girl with dreadlocks and piercing brown eyes. "This is Maia Roberts, tat artist."
She then points to a gorgeous man in his late 20s with black hair and electric blue eyes. "This is Will Herondale, also a tat artist."
Amatis points to another attractive guy with black hair and brown eyes. "This is Bat Velasquez, our bouncer."
Next she points to an angry looking boy with honey colored skin and cold dark eyes. "This is Daniel Roberts, Maia's brother, and bartender."
Then Amatis points to a girl with pale skin, blond hair with dyed green tips and pale blue eyes. "This is Kaelie Whitewillow, our cashier."
She points to a tall skinny and very sparkly man with spiked up black hair and greenish cat eyes. "This is our legendary party animal and tattoo artist Magnus Bane."
Finally Amatis points to a boy who is a definite 20 on a scale of 10. He looks like he's 6'0 feet tall, yet he still manages to stand around like he doesn't care. He has curly golden hair, that matches his striking eyes perfectly. He wears a smirk as his glistening eyes catch my own boring emerald green ones. "And last but certainly not least, our newest addition, Jace Lightwood."
"Nice to meet ya Sweet Cheeks." Jace says with a smirk. I just scoff and roll my eyes.
"Hi everyone, as some of you might know I'm Clary Morgenstern, Jocelyn Fairchild's daughter. Apparently I own this places but I'm not going to make any changes unless I see it fit so no worries."
An hour later I finally get back home. I really like the 'team' but I'm not sure about Kaelie and Daniel but what ever.
"Clarissa! Get over here and make dinner with your brother, I;m hungry!" The devil, I mean my 'father' calls.
"Yes Father." I say and run to the kitchen only to see John frying chicken. John is my handsome twin with pale skin, white blond hair and blacks eyes. Together we silently make dinner, afraid that our 'father' will hear us talking and think we are procrastinating. Once we are done we bring him his food.
"What took you so dang long!? I'm starving here! You are both so ungrateful! Shirts off, NOW!" He scream. John and I don't hesitated, it would only make it worse. I hear him un lop his belt then I hear the swoosh as it cuts through the air connecting with John's back, followed by his strangled screams. Once, twice, three times, four times, after that I've just lost count. Once John falls onto his stomach Valentine turns on me. He strikes my back repeatedly, the pain rips through my body and I try to conceal my sobs knowing it would only make him angrier. As I fall to the ground he yells the one things he always says after he hits us.
"It's your faults she left." And leaves.
John and I just lie there for a few more minute. Suddenly he gets up and pulls me with him. We help each other upstairs and both go to my room. We clean each other's wounds and lie down on my bed.
"One more year Clare Bear only one more year." John whispers in my ear as I fall asleep.
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