Hey, guys! I hope you're all safe! I hope you're all sane! I hope you're all blessed with brilliant house companions and high speed internet! I am trying to stay positive because the world is fucking scary, and on with the chapter!

T : They Don't Know About Us - One Direction
Requested by trisherondalemorgenstern

They don't know about the things we do
They don't know about the 'I love yous'
But I bet you if they only knew
They would just be jealous of us
They don't know about the up all night
They don't know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right
Baby, they don't know about, they don't know about us

Shadowhunters and Downworlders had an agreement.

They had for centuries.

That didn't mean that it was an easy agreement and definitely not a happy one.

There was resentment and anger on both sides, unresolved issues that would probably never see the light of day, given Shadowhunters would only interact with Downworlders when it was of the utmost necessity and Downworlders avoided Shadowhunters as though their lives depended on it.

A lot of the time, it was because they did.

Clarissa Morgenstern was Shadowhunter royalty. Her great-grandparents were Shadowhunters, her grandparents were Shadowhunters, her parents were Shadowhunters and now she and her brother were. She had been trained since she could walk how to use a seraph blade and she had been learning to fight since coul run. She was sixteen the first time she killed a Downworlder, and only eighteen when she killed a Greater Demon.

She was efficient, she was intelligent, she was lethal and she was in love with the prince of the werewolves, Jace Herondale.

They had met in a bar—a Downworlder bar—when Clary had been working. They had both been very aware of who each other was when they saw each other—Clary had a glamour to keep her appearance from the other bar patrons, and that included masking her scent, but somehow Jace had seen right through it. He had brought her a drink, then sat down in the stool next to her and asked her to come home with him.

She'd made a terse remark about how kennels weren't quite her thing and his eyes had glinted gold at her disrespectful comment, but he hadn't called her out on it, had just picked up a napkin from the bar and found asked for a pen, and then scrawled out his number. He had said that when she wanted to roll around with the dogs, to give him a call.

There was something that could be said about rolling around with dogs and getting fleas, but Clary had been so stunned that she had been silent as he walked away.

It had taken Clary nearly four months before she text Jace, but his response had been quick.

They had met at an upscale hotel in downtown New York, and they had fucked so many times that Clary had needed to use a healing rune to get the aches out of her body and ensure that she was walking straight the next morning.

It had taken her another two months before she messaged him again, and they met in a similar hotel, with the exact same outcome.

The time after that it had only been six weeks, and then three weeks, and then only a week and a half after she had a particularly hard mission where her partner, Simon Lewis, had been injured badly by a vampire. She needed an outlet, and Jace was the only one that she had been with who managed to wear her out to the point where she wasn't thinking about work anymore, and she thought that was what she needed.

Except when Jace met her at the hotel he had sent her the address for, he had sniffed the air and tilted his head to the side.

He had told her that he could smell the blood and the grief coming off her in waves.

Clary had frozen, not sure of how to respond, and then she had broken down.

Her whole body was shaking as she slumped against the wall and slipped down to the ground, tears falling down her cheeks. She didn't know what she expected, but it hadn't been Jace sitting on the ground next to her, putting his arm around her and holding her tight against his body.

It had been a long time since she had let herself really let go, given the expectations that fell on her shoulders as the second-in-command of the New York Institute and as the daughter of two of the highest ranking Shadowhunters in the world, and it just felt so good to have someone holding her, telling her that it was going to be okay, rubbing his arm up and down her back and kissing her hair.

After that, things shifted.

Clary talked to Jace.

Jace showed her his wolf.

They barely went two or three days without seeing each other, although there were times when Clary was away on a mission and she was away for a week—sometimes longer—at a time, and she was surprised by how much she missed Jace.

They no longer met at hotels or unfamiliar places. Instead, Clary would meet Jace at his place, his apartment in Brooklyn that felt more like a home than any of the ones that Clary had grown up in. There was history in his place, a warmth, somewhere that his pack would gather and laugh and comfort one another and Clary couldn't explain the ache in her chest the first few times that she had stepped inside.

But the longer they were together, the more like home it felt like for her.

It wasn't a place though.

It was Jace.

The first time that he told her that he loved her, they were in the middle of the forest that Jace ran through with his pack during the full moon. He had taken her deep into the forest, further than she would usually ever go, to a lake that he would always end up sleeping beside when he had run himself ragged on the nights of the full moon. Clary hadn't known why Jace wanted to take her there to begin with, but then he had explained what this place meant to his wolf, and she had realized how important it was to him, and then he had told her that he loved her.

At first, Clary had panicked.

She had stared at him with wide eyes and not said a thing.

Jace waited.

He didn't repeat himself, he just continued holding her hand and waited.

She knew that he could hear her heart beat, thundering double time, and that he could smell the confusion and alarm coming off her.

She had never told anyone that she had loved them before.

Not even her parents or her brother.

The words had felt strange, forming in her mouth, but after she said them, they felt right, and she had said them again, and they didn't feel quite as strange.

When she said them for a third time, obviously Jace believed her statement, because he had grinned wide and leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth, and she could feel the slight sting of his fangs pressing into her bottom lip.

Clary loved him.

But being a Shadowhunter was her life.

It wasn't just that her parents would look down on her being in a relationship with a Shadowhunter, it would put everything that she had ever known out of balance. Her job would be on the line, her position at the Institute might be taken away, and she had no idea how her brother would react.

Jace knew this, because he was facing the same thing with his father.

His father was a King among werewolves, he was the Alpha of the largest pack in northern hemisphere, and it was expected that Jace would take over when he was ready to step down. There was a lot on Jace's shoulders—even more than Clary—but he had told her over and over again that while that was important to him, that what they had was worth him risking everything for.

And so she did the same.

They didn't know where it was going to go, they didn't know how things were going to work, and they definitely didn't know when they were going to have to bring their relationship into the public light. It wasn't a matter of 'if', it was definitely 'when', and the longer than they waited, the worse it was going to be.

But for now, they enjoyed the calm before the storm.

I have a few TV recommendations few guys, since we've been inside doing almost nothing else for the past few weeks. Breeders is really funny in a total black comedy kind of way, although there's definitely a few things that hit a little close to home. And then there's Car Masters: Rust to Riches which is this car show where they take cars and do them up into something crazy. Me just writing that sounds bland as shit, and I never watch this shows! Haha. We never watch car shows or anything, but this one is just different, the whole group is just really entertaining. There's two seasons, so yeah, just check it out to see if it's your thing!

My top ten songs that I would recommend this time around are;

1) Smiling When I Die - Sasha Sloan. 2) Forever - Fletcher. 3) On - BTS. 4) Kissing Other People - Lennon Stella. 5) Pretend You're Missing Me - Betty Who. 6) Not In The Same Way - 5 Seconds of Summer. 7) Paper Hearts - Tori Kelly. 8) Cruel Intentions - Delacey and G-Eazy. 9) Ophelia - The Lumineers. 10) Highway To Heaven - NCT 127.

I hope you guys enjoyed the update! And the recommendations! I hope they provided a little bit of distraction in these...Weird times we're living in. Leave a comment, let me know what you thought of the update and please recommend songs and movies and TV series and whatever! I've heard from a few people that they've looked at other peoples recommendations and really enjoyed them, so it's not just me you're being a hero for right now! Haha.

Much love from me to you x

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