Could you write a clace story in which they're opposites and (even though this is so stereotypical) Jace is a "badboy" while Clary is a sorta sweet and girly/artsy girl :)

Can you do one where it's an arranged marriage and they both hate each other to begin with?

How about where they are both royal? Maybe jace as a prince?

And to throw my own personal twist into it, I recently watched "The Prince and Me" for like the 50th time so that has a little bit of an effect as well. This is a huge mix I've never tried before but I hope you enjoy it.

Clary sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Honestly, she just wanted to stay inside and paint for the rest of her life, especially after her news that she got today. This has got to be the worst day of her life, and did she deserve this? No. She was a good kid. A genuine kid who just wanted to paint and live a simple life. Not marry a prince. Or whoever this Jace Lightwood kid was.

There was a knock at her door, pulling her out of her torturous thoughts and she looked up to see her brother.

"Clare-bear?" the prince called at her, the next in line to the throne. "Hey, you okay?"

She shrugged from her window seat and looked back out to the sun shine. "Did you hear?"

Jonathan nodded, stepping in and closing the door behind him. "Yeah, I did. But Clary–"

"I know it's my civil duty. I get it." She said defeated.

"Clary, Jace isn't that bad."

She sighed and shook her head, pulling her legs to her chest. "Jonny, it's the fact that Dad is forcing me to get married. I don't want to get married. I don't believe in it. I'm not big on relationships and you know this."

"I know, but baby sis, you know you have to do it."

He stepped towards her in his suit, dropping to his knees beside her as Clary finally turned to meet the darker eyes of her older brother.

His sad smile was the only thing that got her through this. "You know that Dad doesn't want to just send you away, but this economic situation needs to be resolved. The only way to do it is to unite the countries, and I can't because–"

"Kaelie," she finished with the name of Jonathan's wife. "So I'm next. But I don't understand why it has to be Jace. Isn't Alec the oldest of the Lightwood family?" she asked with innocent curiosity.

Jonathan chuckled. "Yes, but it's not the same. Alec isn't exactly going for a traditional wedding."

She frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"I forget that you tend to just stay in here and ignore the world so much," he chuckled, straightening up and taking the spot on the window opposite of her. "You need to get out more, baby sis."

Her glare got him to back away a bit playfully. "He's gay," Jonathan blurted out. "And he doesn't want the thrown, no matter how much Maryse and Robert trust him with the country. But, I mean, it's like I said: Jace isn't that bad, Clary."

"I hope so but I doubt it," she said without much conviction. "I may stay in the castle and paint and avoid the outside world, but even I know of the scandals that he's gotten into."

Jonathan opened his mouth and shut it back. "Yeah, I can't really say much to that. But I promise you," he reached forward and grabbed one hand, "If he does anything to disrespect you, call me and I'll fly to England in a heartbeat and kick his ass personally."

"Because that's good for the country," she mused.

Jonathan shrugged. "I'm the soon-to-be king. What can they do?"

Clary sighed as she got off the of the jet plane. People lined the airport and circled everywhere around her, some as paparazzi as citizens, some as fans apparently. She swallowed hard at the sight of the new country that she would be in for quite some time, and if everything goes as her father plans, the rest of her life.

She waved at the people along the path, smiling at a few. A little boy broke through the crowd, running towards her with a smile on his face. She chuckled when the body guards before her stepped up, and grabbed the kid.

"Hold on," Clary said calmly, grabbing his arm. She recognized the kid but her security, who weren't the brightest bunch of guys, didn't. "Let him go, Marcus. He's not hurting anybody."

"Princess–"

"Maximus Lightwood! Get back here!"

Everyone, not including Max, froze at the sound of that voice. It echoed, like it was used to being in charge, and Clary had heard that voice in press conferences and meetings more than once. She knew it really well.

The royal family, led by the king and queen approached them. Queen Maryse Lightwood, someone who was well known and very outspoken was in front, obviously the main speaker. Two others followed behind them, one in a dress and one in a suit, their royalty showing off of them easily.

The youngest of the family, Max, ran past the body guards when they realized who he was and jumped at Clary, the younger 9 year old boy wrapping his arms around her legs. "Princess Clary! You made it."

She chuckled and shook his hair. "Hey, buddy. It's nice to meet you officially."

The formal introduction were pretty simple and easy. The family introduced themselves, did their usual bows and talks, waving to some of the citizens. Alec was quiet. Maryse was the speaker. Robert seemed relaxed. Isabelle was judgmental. And Max was cute. But one was missing. A pretty important one too.

Clary wasn't sure it was her place to ask where he was, so she kept quiet as Maryse told her the plans as they walked through the airport. Cameras were everywhere and Clary (through Daddy's orders) was used to being inside away from the public eye. This kind of visual was different and new to her.

They were told that they were separating for the trip back to the castle. Clary frowned when she was told that she and Isabelle were taking a limo and just followed the unknown girl towards a black limo in line with the others.

As soon as the door closed and the girls were alone, Isabelle spoke. "I'm sure you're wondering where my older brother is."

She nodded.

"Well," Isabelle started, "You're going to have your hands full with Jace. I can promise you that he likes to get into mischief and not exactly do what he's told. Half of this deal was to help the economic situation but the other half…" Isabelle leaned across the seats, closer to Clary like she was telling her a secret, "Between you and me, it's so that you can keep Jace in control."

Clary wasn't expecting that. "Um, I'm not exactly forceful."

With a laugh, Isabelle nodded. "Yeah, I get that, but I have a feeling you'll do fine. Jace just needs a little bit of a push, and your innocence is something that might be good for him."

"Innocence?"

"Yeah," Isabelle nodded. "In every aspect of the world. Tomorrow, he's taking you to see the country all day, and I hope that the way you view the world will help him see that he's not exactly in the right here."

"Way to give me some high expectations."

"You can do it," She insisted. "Valentine raised you like this for a reason. Use it."

Clary sat on the bed in her temporary room in the castle, playing with the sheets and looking around the next morning. She didn't get a good night's rest, but she was dressed in a casual sundress and ready to get this day with Jace started, regardless of the jetlag and exhaustion that threatened to take her over.

Finally, thirty minutes after they were supposed to leave that morning, the door opened.

Jace was exactly like his pictures, but seeing his beauty in person still gave Clary a bit of an 'oh my' kind of feeling and her heart fluttered a bit. He really was attractive, especially in a suit, tugging at the tie that annoyed him with a rather enraged expression.

But he wasn't alone, and Alec was right behind him as they argued and stepped into the room.

"I had plans today," Jace insisted, glaring at his brother. "Aline is pissed at me because I had to cancel for this stupid thing."

Alec sighed. "This stupid thing is called your future, Jace. And your future wife probably doesn't appreciate that either," he claimed, pointing to Clary who stood from the bed.

Jace turned and his eyes widened a bit as his gaze settled on her. He took her in, from her feet to her head back down and then once more. She was turning red from his gaze but he turned away without a readable expression and went right back to Alec's conversation.

"Why can't you take the throne?"

"The people wouldn't exactly appreciate that."

"It's the twenty-first century. You're gay. So what? It's becoming a normal occurrence now."

Alec shook his head. "Until it's a majority, which will never happen, no one in power of countries will be gay. That's the way the world works, Jace."

Most princes would fight each other for the throne, not want to play hot potato with it, Clary mused to herself. She was shocked that these two boys were so against being the future King of England, and it was completely confusing to her. Baffled her actually. It didn't make sense.

"Deal with it," Alec insisted, stepping towards the door. "And try not to be an asshole," was the last thing he said as the door closed behind him.

Jace ran a hand through his hair before he turned towards Clary, taking her in again. "So," he said simply, "you're Jonathan's sister?"

She nodded, but her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You know my brother?"

"We're friends. Well, we were good friends until he decided to actually do his royal duties and shit."

She wasn't sure what to say to that without being offensive so she kept her mouth shut.

Jace noticed. "You're a quiet one, huh?"

"Um, I guess?"

"This will be fun," Jace said with the opposite of excitement. "Come on. Let's get this day over with."

To Clary's surprise, Jace didn't take a limo or guards. Instead, he took her down to a garage that held what looked to be a bike. Her eyes grew wide when she saw it.

He left her to head to a closet and when he returned, he had a pair of black leather pants, a matching jacket, and a white tank top. The black boots didn't look to 'royal' either. He had a set ready for him as well. She frowned when he held them out of her.

"Here," he insisted, kind of shoving them towards her.

"Why?"

He sighed, pointing towards the bike. "This does not go with," he pointed towards her dress, "This. You need to change."

"Why can't we take a car?"

"Because I ride a bike," he said simply. "You've ridden a bike before, right?"

She swallowed, eyeing the scary-fast-dangerous looking vehicle. "My father didn't really let me, and Jonathan never wanted to so…"

Jace laughed. "You've never been on a bike? Have you even seen one in person before?"

She shook her head.

"It's gonna be a long day," He said with exasperation, finally dropping the clothes into her hands. "Look, there's a bathroom over there. Go change, and I'll be here when you get back. And then we're heading to London. Simple and easy."

To say that Jace looked good in leather was an understatement. He really filled out the clothes rather well, but Clary just felt uncomfortable. She pulled at the tight pants and jacket, missing her loose fitting dress that flowed.

He was leaning against the bike waiting for her when she stepped out. She felt like a rebel, and Jace's gaze didn't help that. It wasn't an appreciative glance, but a 'black looks good on you' stare and it made her fidget in place until she pointed towards the bike and muttered a "shall we go?" to stop the staring.

"Here," Jace said, holding her a helmet. She took it, but looked at it like it was a foreign object because, well, it was. Jace noticed and sighed, again. "Okay, hold still."

Somehow, he was gentle when he helped her slip it over her head. With her hair in a low braid that swept over her shoulder, it made sliding the helmet on that much easier. Once it was on, his fingers ghosted over her skin as he slid the straps in place, tightening it.

"Good?"

She thought about her answer. "I think so?"

"So confident," he teased.

"Is this safe?" she asked, sliding in behind him on the bike as he slid his own helmet on. "And why do these have face masks on them?"

"The people don't know that this is my bike, and we can easily go riding through London this way without getting noticed. Trust me. Now," He reached around and grabbed her hands, pulling them around his waist. "Hold onto me and lean with me when we drive, okay? I promise, you won't fall. Just lean with the bike. It makes it easier for me to drive."

"Okay," she said with a shaky voice, and she jumped when he kick started the bike, the small engine roaring to life. She involuntarily squeezed Jace a little, and he chuckled before they drove off.

To her surprise, he was right. It was a lot easier to see the city when she wasn't looking through a car window or attempting to hide from the civilians behind body guards. London was actually gorgeous, the countryside even more so, and the people were so different than back home. This place was so new and Clary had a feeling she would be drawing quite a bit of this new scenery in the near future.

They pulled up to a park of some sorts, Jace slowly driving through and pointing out important aspects of the area. He seemed to genuinely want to show her around, and it was nice compared to how he acted earlier that day.

That is, of course, until Sebastian Verlac showed up.

They were at a restaurant for lunch, being careful to stay hidden and not draw attention to themselves. Apparently, it was a place Jace frequented a lot because the waitress led them directly in and sneakily gave them a table with one way windows on both sides and no other company. But it was at that point that Sebastian made himself known.

Jace's cousin was tall, dark, and handsome. Clary actually found him attractive when he walked towards them with a smirk on his face. But as soon as he spoke, that attraction disappeared instantly.

"Hey, cousin," he said with confidence. "Who is the new dame? Another play thing for the prince?"

Clary tensed at his words. Did he not know who she was? Technically, a lot of people probably wouldn't recognize her but royalty was supposed to recognize royalty, right?

Jace sighed and shook his head. "Seb, this is Clarissa Morgenstern."

He froze at the name. "As in?"

"Yup," Jace chimed in, leaning back in the booth casually with a smirk. "You just insulted the daughter of the man who runs the fourth richest country in the world. How do you feel right about now?"

Clary pulled at the material at her pants, hating the conversation.

"How in the hell did you manage to land her? And what are you doing bringing her here? She doesn't exactly belong here."

Jace shrugged. "We're all friends here. Besides, we're getting married apparently, so might as well introduce her to everyone, ya know?"

"Sure," he said but still didn't sound like he truly believed what he heard. "Anyway, are you still on for the race this weekend? The winner takes the pot."

"Pot?" Clary blurted out, glaring at Jace. "You do drugs? Are you crazy?"

Jace gave her a look of disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"Are you serious?"

"It's pot as in money," he explained. "The winner takes the pot is an expression saying that the winner gets everything that – you know what? Never mind." He turned his attention back to Sebastian. "Yeah, I'm in."

"Alright. Meliorn and Raphael wanted in."

"Let them. The more that race, the more money I get."

As soon as Sebastian nodded and walked off, Clary snapped. "Jace, you can't be racing for money like that! It's illegal. If you get caught, you could get into serious trouble."

He looked at her like she had two heads. "Everyone there is under strict confidence. No one knows I race there other than other racers. We could all get burned if one name gets out, so it's not a big deal."

"Jace–"

"Look," he leaned forward, sounding serious. "I promise you, the racing has been going on for years. It's a way for the royalty and rich to let off some steam. No one gets hurt. Some people lose a bit of money. But in the end, the cops even know and they're okay with it. I'm a prince. I can get away with it."

With that, the subject was dropped. And Clary already didn't like where her life was heading.

It was dark, about two hours after sunset in an unfamiliar dirt arena looking area with a bunch of people that Clary didn't know.

Basically, all was good right? Wrong.

She was biting nervously on her nails, something she was raised not to do until things like this happened. Jace said he had to go somewhere to 'check in' and she wasn't even sure why she was here. Apparently, he wanted her to understand his life so she didn't wonder where he was, but she liked the illusion that he was a good guy. She didn't like this at all.

And she was so uncomfortable that she jumped and squealed when she felt a hand fall to her shoulder, shoving the intruder away.

"Whoa, easy princess."

"Isabelle?" she asked in relief with a breath. "What are you doing here?"

"My brother is racing, and as much as I hate it because of who he is, I come to make sure he doesn't accidently kill himself," she said simply and shortly, hopping up on the hood of the car that Jace and she drove here. "And despite my brother's idiotic attitude that he doesn't care if he gets killed trying this, it's kind of fun to watch and the guys that race are pretty hot."

"I wouldn't be so freaked out if they were in actual vehicles," Clary pointed out, watching as a motorcyclist hit one of the jumped and did a three-sixty before touching down on the dirt on the other side. "I mean, this is terrifying. Motorcycles aren't meant to do this."

"Of course not, but dirt bikes are," Isabelle teased.

"I'm serious."

"You're kind of a goodie-two-shoes, you know that?"

Clary rolled her eyes, pulling her knees to her chest on the hood. "I mean, I don't try to be. I just don't like the idea of getting into trouble."

"Trouble is where the fun is," Jace said as he walked up to them, a smirk on his face and a helmet in his hands. Sebastian was by his side, a smile sent specifically for Isabelle. "So, ladies, are you ready?"

"Are you ready, brother?" Isabelle teased. "I heard the new kid, Simon Lewis, is a bit of a wild ride in more ways than one."

"There's five of us racing, but only one ever crosses the finish line," Jace said. that statistic didn't sit well with Clary. "And sorry baby sis, but it's not going to be your new crush."

"So, what did you think?" Jace asked as they walked up the stairs towards the living quarters of the castle.

Clary, who decided to dress in usual clothing – aka a dress – for the racing occasion, shifted nervously. "It freaked me out a bit."

"Because it was dangerous?"

"Because it was reckless," she corrected.

Jace sighed and opened the door to her room, stepping in before her and sitting on her bed. "Clary, look." He paused when she didn't close the door and stood in the doorway. "Um, you can come in?"

"I don't need to ask for permission in my own room."

"Then why don't you close the door?"

"Because you're in here," she stated obviously.

Jace chuckled. "Clary, we're getting married, whether we like it or not. Soon, we'll be living in the same room so you might as well get used to it." When she didn't really respond, he stood and walked towards the door, closing it and leading her to the bed. "Relax," he instructed. "I figured that we needed to talk."

"About?"

"You've seen a lot of my life the past few days," he started, falling back on the bed with his hands behind his head. "I mean, you met my friends at the biker bar. You saw the track. You've seen my routine when I want to not be a prince for a day. I mean, you've yet to be scared off."

She shrugged, keeping her hands in her lap. "I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this. Regardless though, I promised my dad that I would do this so I can't back out."

Jace was quiet for a while. "You'd really do anything for you country or your family if they asked you to?"

"Absolutely."

He sighed. "We are very, very different people."

"Agreed."

"Can I try something?"

She leaned back away from him in confusion. "Try something?"

He shrugged and leaned a bit towards her again. "We've spent time together and I mean, we're going to be getting married. So, yes, I'd like to try something."

"What are you suggesting?"

It was obvious that she'd never had experience in this, and Jace was well aware that he was probably qualified under 'too experienced'. "I just want to kiss you," he claimed.

Clary swallowed. "Jace, I don't–"

"Have you ever kissed anyone, Clary?"

With a cold expression and offense, she answered sharply. "Yes."

He cocked his head to the side playfully this time. "Then why are you so nervous about this?"

"Because I don't particularly like you."

He reached up and cupped her cheeks when she tried to pull away. His golden irises kept her in place. "Because you think I'm reckless."

She nodded in agreement, not really pulling away though.

"And you claim that I put fun before my duty as prince and future king."

Again, she nodded once.

Jace pressed his forehead to hers slowly. "And because you were forced into this against your will."

Clary swallowed at his closeness. Yes, she'd been kissed before but it was from other princes and it was just a peck on the cheek or a chaste one on the lips. She had a feeling Jace was waiting for a bit more than what she'd been aware of.

He leaned in, his lips hovering right over hers. "You're not exactly telling me to stop, Clary."

And he was right. She wasn't. But he didn't come any closer either. It was like he was waiting for her, and it confused her. She didn't think of him as that kind of guy.

"So what are you waiting for then?" she finally whispered, her voice hoarse to her own ears.

She felt him smile rather than saw him, her eyes going closed when he breathed on her cheeks. "I always wait for permission. Maybe doesn't mean yes. And not answering isn't any kind of consent either. So," he paused, pressing his lips to her cheek of all places before pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "I'm waiting on you."

"You're going to give me a heart attack, you know that, right?" she said softly.

Jace chuckled and nodded. "Does that mean yes?"

To answer the question, she leaned forward and pressed her own lips to his. The feeling that surged was indescribable and before she knew it, her hands had come up to his neck, her arms wrapping around him and securing him close to her.

She wasn't sure how long they actually kissed for, but Jace was the first to pull back. He didn't pull far, just enough to break contact and look into her eyes.

And just as she thought he was going to say something sweet, something prince-like, some admirable, he just smirked and said a cocky, "Not bad, Princess."

I thought it was cute. But your opinion really matters. Don't forget to send in a few suggestions if you want to! I'm always open and try to write the ones where I think I can write them the best. Stay tuned for more lovelies :)