Title: White Light Doorway
Warnings: None, unless you count a very vague mention of blood.
Category: Romance, Fluff

Title from White Light Doorway by Florist.


Scattered sunbeams, color strained into them by the Institute's stained glass windows, stretched long shadows in the hallways. It was interesting how the stillness of the mornings was serene without being eerie, thought Isabelle absently, as she turned the corner to find herself in front of Jace's room.

Alec and Jace hadn't returned to the Institute until late last night—technically early morning—after an unexpected demon attack. Neither of them bothered to inform Isabelle, who had been out with Simon, that there even was a demon attack. She had delivered an earful of a rant when they showed up. Eventually, she cut the spiel short when Alec—who had somehow managed to "forget" about the six inch laceration stretching across his arm—started bleeding profusely on the carpet and Jace fell asleep on Alec's shoulder.

Isabelle cracked Jace's bedroom door open an inch, poking her head in. She planned on brushing up on her hand to hand combat this morning, which required armor and gear, and she was fairly sure that Jace had taken her electrum bracers. But when she caught a sight of the two figures tangled in the covers, fast asleep, she froze.

Clary was curled up against Jace, her back against his chest, and Jace's head was buried in the crook of her neck. He had one hand wrapped around her, pressing her closer, and both of Clary's hands were entwined in his. Jace, arrogant, demon-slaying Jace, was spooning Clary, cuddling even.

Isabelle bit the inside of her cheek, suppressing a smile, and snapped a picture with the Polaroid around her neck. Then, she crouched down, dug through Jace's gear drawer, and plucked her bracers out, before closing the door as she exited.


Clary pried her eyes open and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, detecting a very warm and very asleep Shadowhunter wrapped securely around her. Jace had come in exhausted last night, which was probably the sole reason that she had woken up before him.

Clary tilted her head towards Jace, the sunlight washing his hair amber. The light cleared the sleep-induced fuzz from her mind, and it dawned on her that the sun had to be moderately high in the sky if it was already streaming through the slitted blinds.

She nudged Jace in the side with an elbow. "Jace. Jace, wake up. We're supposed to be in the training room right now."

Jace made a low sound, heavy with sleep, from the the back of his throat. "Hm?"

"Jace," she repeated. "We have to get up."

"More sleep. Shh," Jace said, in a voice sleep-softened at the edges.

As much as Clary would have liked to stay with Jace, she really did have to get to training. She attempted to untwine herself from his arms, but Jace hugged her tighter and wrapped his legs around hers, burying his face in Clary's neck.

"But we have training today," said Clary half-heartedly, her resolve already weakening. This bleary-eyed side of Jace was one she didn't get to see often.

Jace groaned softly in a sound of protest into Clary's hair, and Clary twisted around to look up at him. She relaxed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and her arms went around him to rub his back. Jace made a quiet, sleepy noise of contempt and cuddled Clary closer, before falling asleep with his lips just brushing her forehead lightly.

Okay, so maybe training could wait after all.


A/N: If you're wondering why Isabelle took that picture, it will play a part in a later oneshot. While all of these oneshots can be read separately, I like to drop hints and have threads connecting all of them, since they're all snapshots of Clary and Jace's life.

Please give any feedback you have. Reading reviews makes my day!