Hey guys! This is a new fanfiction that I've been thinking about writing for a while now but haven't gotten around to doing so until now due to having school work to do. But alas, I now have my chiz together and I am finally able to have some time to myself so I can write!
This is the first Clace fanfiction I've ever written but it's not the first fanfiction I've written. I used to write fanfictions based on T.V shows on another account until I stopped watching them.
So without further ado, let's begin.
**Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they all belong to Cassandra Clare, the author of The Mortal Instruments. The original content, ideas and intellectual property of this story are owned by TheQueenOfWizardsAndNephilim, 2016. Please do not copy, reproduce, or translate without express written permission. I also do not own "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mixalot and "Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez. **
Summary: Clairvoyance: The act of seeing something clearly, or in Jace and Clary's case, the act of seeing through each other's eyes. Will they be able to deal with their new curse? If not, will they be able to find a way to get rid of it? AU/OOC. Probable fluffiness. Obviously Clace.
Prologue
"Clary!" Yelled Simon.
"We're going to be late for Smocking Beaver's performance!" He said exasperatedly.
Clary ran down the horribly slippery cream colored marble stairs and almost slipped onto her butt.
"What the holy hell is a 'Smocking Beaver'?!" Asked Clary weirded out.
"It's our new band name, duh!" Simon said in a tone that indicated that it should've been obvious.
"Hurry up already! Eric keeps calling me and asking where we are and if he calls one more time, I will throw my brand new Iphone out the window," He said in a serious tone.
Clary quickly put her black high tops on, grabbed her paint splattered purse and ran out the door with Simon hot on her heels. She walked toward her old dark blue car and got in the driver's seat. She started the car and drove to Taki's as fast as legally possible.
When they arrived, Clary got out of the car and entered the comforting and familiar restaurant. "I'll go get us a table. You can go buy us coffee."
"Yes ma'am," Said Simon while raising his hand to his forehead in a salute.
"Remember-" She started but got interrupted. "Yes yes, black like your soul." He rolled his brown glasses covered eyes lightheartedly.
Clary walked towards the only empty table in the restaurant, surprised that this many people came to hear Simon's band perform. Simon came and handed Clary her coffee.
"I'm going to go join the band and prepare for the performance. We're going on in fifteen minutes."
With that said, Simon walked away to join his band while she sat alone.
Finding it a good time to start working on her art assignment, Clary pulled out her large sketchbook and started drawing a burning house with a little girl, a slightly older boy and a woman watching it burn from a distance. Professor Dorothea, her art teacher at NYU, told her and the rest of the class to draw their story.
The burning house was hers.
.o.0.o.
"Five more minutes, Herondale!" Yelled Jace's soccer coach, Coach Wayland. Quickly throwing on his white soccer shoes, Jace ran to the rest of his team on the green grassed soccer field.
The team was huddled together in a circle with their arms around each other's uniform clad shoulders. Coach Wayland started giving his usual pre-game pep talks as soon as Jace entered the circle.
"Okay, you guys know the drill. Do not, I repeat, do not attack any of the other team's players. We really don't want a penalty, do we?" Coach asked.
"No sir!" yelled the whole team in union.
"For the hundredth time, do not call me sir. I'm not old," He said. The whole team were trying to stop themselves from retorting while looking at each other expecting one of the guys to say something about his age.
The coach glared at the team and said "Oh, shut up! I'm not that old! Now, go and play like your life depended on it."
With that, the team ran to the center of the soccer field and played against the NYU team. Although the NYU team were really good, the Cal team still seemed to be better. With only two scores ahead, the University of Berkeley, California team won.
.o.0.o.
"Screaming Beaver" started to perform and Eric began singing, might Clary add, quite horribly, Sir Mixalot's "Baby Got Back" in what Simon's band thought was a punk rock way.
"I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
'cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got
Make Me so horny"
When they were done, the crowd became a mix of clapping, disgust and confusion. Clary covered her face, embarrassed that she knows them.
By the end of their mortifying performances, the crowd of people who came to watch "Screaming Beaver's" show left to go on with their miserable lives. Eric, Simon and the rest of the band put away their things. Simon sat beside Clary when his band finally left.
"Do you want to stay here longer? It's getting pretty late," Said Simon.
Clary, distracted by her drawing, said "Yeah, I'll leave when I'm done with my coffee."
"How many cups have you drank?" Asked Simon.
"I think this is my fourth," Replied Clary. Simon rolled his eyes and gave her a pointed look.
Raising her hands above her head in a defending manner, she said "What? I love coffee. It's the bane of my existence!"
"Well it's not the Lightwood of mine." Said Simon, looking as if he expected her to laugh but only to receive a glare from the pretty redhead.
"Okay then…" He said, looking down in an 'I give up' way.
.o.0.o.
Jonathan Morgenstern, Jace's team mate and best friend, came up to him and said "Hey man, the guys and I are going to go to Taki's, the restaurant across the street from here. Do you want to come with?"
"Yeah, sure. Just let me take a shower and change," Jace replied. The white-blonde haired boy nodded and walked off to join a few of their team mates in a conversation.
When Jace was done getting ready, he walked towards where most of the team were waiting for him. "Jordan isn't coming. He says he needs to video chat with Maia. The pathetic little wimp is whipped," Said Jon while rolling his coal colored eyes.
They all walked together to a slightly crowded Taki's and sat in the largest table available.
A blonde waitress came to take their orders and when her blue eyes reached Jace's, her smile turned flirtatious. She asked him what he wanted and went to give the orders to the cooks.
When the waitress came back to give them their food she leaned in while setting the food down in an attempt to seduce and attract Jace.
She then looked at him with a smile and said "My shift's about to end and I don't have any plans tonight-"
Jace, knowing where this was going, interrupted "I'm not interested in a one-night-stand." The waitress narrowed her eye at him and turned her once flirtatious smile to a scowl.
Jace wasn't going to deny that the blonde girl was hot. He knew she was. He knows girls like her all too well and he's not about to throw his hard earned life away for someone as unpledged as her.
She stood up straight and continued to give the rest of his team their food. Before she left their table, Jace felt a slight shock like pain in his scalp.
"Ow," Said Jace, rubbing the area that was in pain, not knowing what that was about.
The team just stare at him like he was crazy then went back to their food.
.o.0.o.
"Are you done yet? You could just bring the coffee to go, you know," Said and annoyed and impatient Simon.
"Yeah, sure, okay. I'll go to the front register and ask them for a to-go cup," Said Clary while getting off her butt for the first time in three hours. She grabbed the coffee filled white glass mug and went to make her way to the cash register until she bumped into a tall, blonde woman around her age.
Too late to catch the falling mug, the black coffee spilled all over the pretty blonde and shattered in pieces as soon as it landed on the ground. The lady stood still in her place, too shocked to move a muscle and just stared at Clary in furious rage.
The whole restaurant seeming to have heard the loud sound of the shattering glass mug, stared at the scene unfolding in front of their very eyes. After recovering from her shock, the blonde woman took a wrong step to the front and slipped from the warm coffee.
She landed on her back with almost every eye in the restaurant on her.
The crowd of people started laughing, thinking that what has just happened to this poor girl was hilarious. The lady glared at Clary, and let her just say that if looks could kill, she would be dead right now.
Trying to help the blonde woman, Clary held her hands out in an offer of help but the woman just glared at her and stood up on her own. "I am so sorry! I totally didn't mean to do that. It was an accident, I swear!" Clary said in an attempt to apologize.
"Here, let me help you," Clary said as she grabbed an adequate amount of napkins and started dabbing at the coffee stained area on her hot pink shirt. The lady pushed Clary's helping hands away from her in an attempt to stop her.
"I really am sorry," Clary said sadly.
Why can't I do one thing right in my life? Clary thought to herself.
Clary felt a slight shock in her scalp and winced. She rubbed her head in an attempt to ease the pain that came out of nowhere.
The tall blue eyed girl glared at her in an unnerving way and walked away to the exit at the back of the restaurant, but not before grabbing her purse hurriedly.
.o.0.o.
The blonde woman walked out of the restaurant after being humiliated and rejected by two different people. Today just wasn't a good day for her.
They'll pay for what they've done. She thought bitterly to herself. She smirked to herself knowing exactly how they'll be taking their dose of revenge.
The tall lady walked all the way to the apartment that, luckily, happens to be across the road from Taki's. She unlocks her door, enters and locks the door quickly behind her, but not before making sure that no one is watching her.
She did her usual revenge routine. (Yes, she had a routine.) Her practice consisted of gathering the ingredients which consisted of three raven claws, a quarter of a cup of Newt's Eye, a dash of luster dust, a teaspoon of Hydrogenated oil and last but most definitely not least, two locks of her victims' hair braided together.
The pretty blonde started throwing her ingredients into the black pot without missing. She danced around to Melanie Martinez's "Milk and Cookies", which was coincidentally her favorite song. She braided the blonde locks with the warm copper red ones while humming to the song.
When she finished with the braiding, she put the braided locks into the pot and started mixing the ingredients until everything dissolved. She let her liquid revenge evaporate into thin air. She knew the vapor would reach them. It always did.
And now we wait. She thought to herself, feeling giddy and joyous as she watched the vapor split into two and travel to where they were fated to go.
A/N: That is it for the prologue! I hope you guys enjoyed it! I'm going to try my best to make this fanfiction enjoyable for you all and I promise you that I will complete this fanfiction. I refuse to let myself not complete this fanfiction, especially when this story will be pretty suspenseful and I know how much suspense can kill a person's soul.
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