Reading the Mortal Instruments again, I remembered Jace's hatred of ducks. I turned it into a fear as well, and this came out. There wasn't really a story here, just a flick of a nighttime walk, but I thought it was funny. Enjoy!
Jace POV
As I walked along the lake, I sighed with pleasure. It was a beautiful night, and Clary and I were together, Alec was happy, and Isabelle was getting married to Simon soon. Everything was perfect. I didn't know why, but I started thinking about things that live in lakes. Fish, algae, demons.
Ducks.
I hate ducks. They creep me out, with their beady eyes, scaly feet, and bright demon-bill. To me, the things are demons. I've always hated them, but when the warlock Elias, who was a young idiot with a terrible sense of humor, possessed a duck and had it attack me, the hate turned into a deeper hatred, a fear, and mistrust. The warlock didn't live much longer.
Anyway. I'm walking along the lake, and I hear a unfortunately familiar sound. Squakkkkk! An evil voice shouts by my waist. I look down, hand a a seraph blade, and I see this duck. It has jet black eyes, brown-gray-black feathers, bright orange, scaled feet, and a yellow bill. I pull out a normal dagger, and swipe. Five minutes later, I'm almost home. The duck won't bother me again. I grin, thinking of a sleeping Clary waiting for me in bed. "Jace?" I hear. "I heard a duck-like scream. Did you see a duck?"
"I... Don't want to answer that." I say. "Go to sleep, love, it's late." I grin awkwardly. Clary rolls her eyes, but doesn't press me. I sigh in relief, not wanting to talk about the only thing that haunts my dreams. (Besides hurting Clary, of course.)