AN:
Though it's not Tuesday here I think it's Tuesday somewhere… hopefully. Either way I'm tired and this is late. I'm so so so sorry but I ended up doing an entire chapter rewrite because I think we all deserved some fluff. Well… as fluffy as this story is getting so far.
Recommendations:
~Queens Gambit (Netflix)
~This is not happening (Comedy Central on YouTube) This channel is literally the only reason I was able to work through this chapter.
~Any one of Kangaroo2011 s fics (Crossposted on FF and AO3)
~Eastside (acoustic)
~Cringe by Matt Maeson
~Any song by Halsey
~Higher, Hi-Lo, River, Wild Horses, White Flag all by Bishop Briggs
So… there are probably mistakes in this chapter. There are mistakes in all of my chapters. If you want to beta them and look over- I ESPECIALLY need help with the punctuation of dialogue -then email me.
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It was an interesting feeling, someone braiding your hair. It took courage and trust for someone to be able to essentially surrender such a vital part of their body to anothers control- no matter how temporary it was. Clary couldn't truly comprehend why she would give that control to him, why she would allow that at all. The best she could reconcile was that the green eyed woman was curious as to what he was able to do.
Clary also hadn't imagined that she would ever speak about the complicated way she tried to feel close to her father.
Though she had never really thought he was gay- the way he had done the very least to look at and touch her breasts when he was wrapping her chest being one of the many indicators -she had found it very uncommon for a man to know how to braid hair.
The redhead struggled on a large black shirt with a long faded wave symbol where a left breast pocket would be. Picking out dark blue sweatpants with NAVY written across one leg in yellow, Clary remembered how Jace did his dmanest not to touch her in any inappropriate way.
It was sweet, in a way. So concerned for her comfort he ended up making it feel clinical and cold. Trained professionals were taught how to make things like that feel warm and comforting, not cold and clinical. Patient comfort in those situations relied on the professional and how well they were able to put their patient at ease when they might not be- like in their bra getting their chest wrapped.
Clary chuckled as she stepped lightly down the hall, glancing in rooms. Ever since Jce had left her to change he hadn't been back. Not knowing the way through the house- mansion more like -Clary had been opening doors and looking into rooms trying to discover her way through the mansion. So far she had found what looked to be an office- barren and boring -and a couple undecorated rooms.
Upon opening one of the last doors before a staircase downward, Clary found a lived in bedroom. A large bed adorned with a dark wooden frame and finish, what looked to be a large mahogany desk, and a wall of floor to ceiling bookcases. The bed was nicely made with forest green sheets though there was only one pillow positioned in the center.
Curious, Clary entered further into the room. The desk had weird circles on all the drawers and papers scattered haphazardly over its surface. A slate grey wax burner sat backed into a corner of the desk by some pull-out drawers, smells of peppermint and coffee invading the space.
"What are you doing in here?"
The strange voice behind her sent Clary whittling around. The redhead's vision blurred and she reached out to steady herself on something, arms coming around her.
Clary grabbed onto the arms for support, waiting for the nausea and vision to steady. "Shit I'm sorry." She told the chest as she began to look up.
A man almost as tall as Jace- she assumed -with dark hair and steady blue eyes stared down at her.
A growing sense of unease at being caught unawares and in a vulnerable position bubbled up inside her. "Im fine now. Could you just point me to the kitchen? I'm sure Jace will be looking for me." She hoped that a name drop of one of the residents of the house would be enough for nothing to happen. Clary didn't feel that she would be able to defend herself as injured as she was.
She felt more than saw his chest rumble with slight disapproval. "I'm sure he is."
He began guiding her from the room, a hand on her arm and the other firmly pressing between her shoulder blades. "Still, no reason to go snooping throughout his room."
His room? Clary hadn't even known where she was, let alone know enough to go snooping somewhere. Who even said snooping anyways? It was such an outdated term.
The dark haired man marched Clary down the stairs and through a hallway until they reached somewhere she knew, the bathroom with the hall that led to the kitchen.
Clary ripped her arm from his grasp, turning on him. "I can take it from here, thanks."
Her vision spun again. She grabbed her head as the man guided her further down the hallway and into the kitchen, light music playing in the background as pots and pans were jostled.
"Caught this one in your room." He told the person in the kitchen. Clary looked up at where the clanking had originated. Jace, in all his glory of black sweatpants and a light grey t-shirt, was puttering around the kitchen, turning knobs and grabbing supplies from the fridge.
Jace sat the meat in his hands down before turning to where Clary and Alec were, leaning against the granite countertop with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "Alec…" Jace trailed off. Clary immediately assumed that to be the name of the man behind her. The blond shook his head lightly before focussing his honey colored eyes back on her. "I'm sure you didn't mean to."
Clary didn't nod, her vision still levelling out. "You didn't exactly tell me how to get out of a place I've never been before." She smirked lightly- playfully -before sobering up. "I'm sorry if I wasn't supposed to be in there."
She sat at the island, gazing at the blond man from over the countertop. "I really didn't know where I was going." The redhead rested her chin on a curled fist. "I don't think I was fully conscious when I made the journey up there."
The blond nodded, glancing at the man behind her before furrowing his brow. Clary turned to Alec, a mask of indifference adorning his face when she looked at him.
Confused about the silent conversation with their eyes, Clary turned back to Jace only to catch him mouthing the end of a word with the shake of his head. Behind her, the black haired man who looked very similar to Will in all but the shape of his face and the color of his eyes, looked down at her coldly.
"Fine." The word was toneless coming out of his mouth. "I'll go wait for Will, heard he pulled some extra shifts."
Jace nodded again before turning back to the food on the counter. Sounds of something cold hitting something hot echoed throughout the otherwise silent kitchen, atmosphere tense.
With a light scoff Alec left, almost bumping into the brunette woman who was walking in from where Clary thought the entryway was.
The woman- Tessie, or Jessie, her name was. Clary couldn't remember -laid a thin hand on her stomach as she watched Alec leave with worried eyes. Quickly she walked over to Jace and laid a hand on his back, face morphing into supportive and kind features.
"I'm fine." She said as she lightly patted his shoulder. Moving around the kitchen, Jessie used a kettle to invade Jaces already full stove top. He let her without hesitation.
Theirs was a finely tuned dance, Jessie readying two mugs and Jace twisting to accommodate her. Clary remembered how he had been alone in the kitchen when he was making last night's dinner, moving just as gracefully as now but as a solo and not a duet. Maybe it was because that woman wasn't with him in the kitchen, wasn't with him to bend and move as they were.
Clary didn't know, didn't look up as she studiously traced the natural lines of color in the marble countertop of the island she was sitting at, how she felt about that. Clary didn't know how she wanted to feel about this stunning revelation. It hurt, a light stab to her heart. She knew instinctively that she was too deep now, knew that she needed to have ran from the situation ages ago.
It was the light tap of a mug sat in front of her face that caused Clary to look into soft brown eyes. "Decaffeinated?" Clary asked her softly.
The woman- she must have been around Jaces age -smiled down at her and nodded, lines creasing around her eyes. "We've met before," Her voice was nice, Clary decided, soft and motherly, "I'm Tessa." Oh, so Tessa and not Jessie. Clary made sure to store that information.
Clary held out a hand to the woman. Not knowing how much the brunette before her knew about Jaces side life, she withheld how they truly met. "Doctor Clary Fray. I work with Magnus." While the truth, it was a partial truth. It was a truth that withheld what mattered.
Despite it being damn near impossible, Tessa's smile softened even further. "I know that you were the one to save Jace's life so thank you." A fond expression overtook the brunette's features, light smile playing with her plump lips. "The idiot gets himself into more situations than he can get himself out of."
She shook her head, hands coming around to cup her mug tightly. "I don't know where Alec and Jordan were but thank you for being there when they weren't."
Clary took the handle of the mug, lifting it to her lips before blowing on it to chase the temperature away. "I was there." Clary told Tessa, words dropping into her mug. "I'm just glad I was there to help. It brought me this," the redhead gently motioned to the kitchen and the space around her, "but I'm thankful all the same."
Tessa smiled impossibly softer, easy to see how this woman was special. "He's the brother that I never deserved." A light chuckle escaped her. "Without him I never would've met my husband or had this life."
The same door that Alec left through banged open, Will walking into the kitchen with a dark skinned man Clary didn't know and Alec on his heels.
Will walked on Jaces side of the island, unceremoniously dropping several bags of assorted foods on the counter near the blond man. The black haired man lightly pat Jaces shoulder before coming around to Clarys side and wrapping both arms around Tessa, engulfing her form.
Clary looked away. She could see the absolute joy in his face simply from being close to her, love prominent in his eyes as he bent over her to kiss her nose. "Hi my love." Voice soft.
The redhead could hear the smile on his face from the tone of his words. For him, she knew from this interaction that there would be no greater joy than to be with Tessa. It was sickeningly sweet and Clary wanted it for herself one day, a guilty desire.
Clary looked up to see Jace rolling his eyes fondly at his family, a soft smile of his own on his face. The blonds eyes met hers and his expression changed. "See what I have to deal with?" He asked in a faux whisper. A hand on one hip, other holding a spatula, he motioned to the gooey in love couple. "All these couples rubbing it in us single peoples faces. Unfair I tell you."
A laugh bubbled out of her, unrestrained and free. Clary looked to Will, his affronted face over exaggerated and playful. The black haired man stuck his tongue out at Jace, eyes squinted in the most ridiculous way.
From below Will Tessa laughed giddily, eyes passing from the man standing above her to the man on the other side of the kitchen. "Well Jace," the brunette began, giggles sporadically breaking through her words, "if you would just go for it."
Clary watched Will look from his wife to his brother figure. "Huh? What's she talking about Jacie?"
The man in question quickly turned around, a light blush staining his cheeks. He made a scraping noise to accompany the cacophony of noises already coming from the grill and countertops near it before turning back to Tessa and Will, holding two types of forks with meat speared on them.
At their questioning glance, Clary saw him give an involuntary laugh before answering. "To shut you up."
They took the forks without question, Will smirking the entire time.
"I put yours and Clarys aside." Jace told the couple quietly in undertones, an intense glance to Tessa being his only explanation.
Clary of course knew that, as someone who had unfortunately suffered a concussion, she shouldn't be ingesting alcohol or caffeine. Tessas though… there were interesting inferences that could be made from that though.
Out of respect for the woman and as a kindness to Jace, Clary dropped those thoughts from her mind. It was obvious that- whatever it was -the others besides Will didn't know about it.
The red head ran a hand over her braid, intent to ignore the conversation taking place next to her for as long as possible.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Magnus side up beside her, sitting on another one of the stools positioned at the bar. She nodded to him, noting the bags under his eyes.
Clary took a sip of her now cooled tea, lightly evaluating him. He hadn't yet lost the air of doctor. She knew from her own experiences that it could take a couple minutes to relax and stop immediately evaluating everyone you came into contact with.
When doctors walked into a room they always did an initial observation of their patient. It allowed them to get information before talking to the person they were supposed to evaluate.
She could see it in the mask that doctors learned to construct. It didnt matter if you were internally freaking the fuck out, you never let the patient or their family and friends see it. She could see it in the set of his shoulders, carefully constructed confidence built on experience and practice rested like a mantle.
Magnus gave her a small smile. "How are you feeling?"
Mentally evaluating herself, ribs, brain, nausea, ect, Clary decided that, really, she couldn't complain. There were people in the hospital with far more severe head injuries. Truly, she was lucky it was only a concussion.
Fiddling with her cup, she could feel something prickling at the back of her brain, waiting to be known and acknowledged. "I feel fine. I'm not bedridden so I can't complain. I just…" She didn't want to be the one that kept the mantle on his shoulders, kept him from relaxing out of his doctor role. "I know that there is some temporary amnesia but I can't stop the feeling like I'm missing something."
Though they were different ages and in different specialties, Clary looked to him for guidance. Magnus had a few years of practice on her and, as such, the green eyed woman knew that he would have an answer or know where to look for one.
Clary watched Magnus purse his lips, brows furrowing into a line. "When did it start?"
"Umm…" Clary stalled for time as she wracked her brain, "just recently. I was thinking about the hospital."
The dark haired man leaned in closer, seemingly worried. "Well I know that all of your patients and cases have been taken care of. Anything specific about what you were thinking about?" Concern was evident in his voice.
Clary felt her eyes unfocus from the man, thinking about what she had just been thinking about. It was a trippy feeling, searching your own brain for a thought. The hospital, but what about it?
She pursed her lips, oblivious to the world around her. "I was thinking about how I couldn't complain because I wasn't laid up and as bad as others with head injuries. Head… head injuries… Oh god."
Her brother. Her fucking brother was the person she was think about who was worse than her.
"Oh fuck." It was a breathy exhale, not even true words at all. Her eyes welled as a hand reflexively covered her mouth.
She didn't fathom the arms coming around her, the hand resting on her back. Clary didn't register the fact that, in front of total strangers and a friendly coworker at best, she was finally cracking.
The tears didn't drop, the sobs didnt come. She just sat there, lightly shaking and waiting for her body to let her break. Ears ringing, she was dead to the world.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Clary managed to hear the babbling comforts being whispered in her ear. Things like "You're fine. He's fine. You can visit him in the morning." and "Breathe Clary, please."
She lightly pulled away, positive her face looked a mess. "Details, please."
Magnus- so those were who the arms belonged to -looked at her, slight from on his face. "You don't need to know. All that matters is that he's regained consciousness and will be up for visitors tomorrow." His purple contacts bore into her eyes, hand rubbing comfortingly up her arm. "He'll be alright."
Clary looked around, finally registering that she wasn't alone, realizing that was why her body wouldn't finally just let go. Jace was looking at her worriedly, concern written across his features. Will and Tessa were still talking quietly- Clary no longer caring about what they were talking about -and Alec and the man she didn't know were talking animatedly in their own little world.
Rubbing furiously at her eyes and doing her best to talk herself down from mad-dashing to the bathroom, she smiled as best she could at the two men. "Thanks." A small laugh escaped, embarrassment flooding her veins. "Sorry. I cracked a little bit there."
The purple eyed man shook his head, a soft and unexpected fondness overcoming his features. "Everyone has their points my dear."
He kept rubbing up her arm, providing much needed warmth and comfort. Clary watched as Magnus looked up, seconds before a soft and familiar blanket came around her shoulders. She looked up seeing Jace standing over her, draping the green camo blanket on top of her shoulders. "Thanks."
Jace just shook his head at her, stepping back with a small smile. "Returning the favor. You've been through a lot in these last few days." He walked back to the food, dishing up plates and arranging the finished product.
The red head shook her head. "Talk about my whole life. Fuck." Quiet words but a large impact. She rubbed the bridge of her nose between her eyes, aching to relieve some tension.
Calling all the people up to the assembly line, Jace quickly exited the kitchen before the hoard arrived. He expertly carried three plates, one in each hand and a third braced on a forearm.
He lightly deposited them in front of Tessa and her, two tacos each adorned with pico de gayo, guacamole, chicken, and other fantastic sauces Clary hadn't seen since her time down south. "No alcohol." he quietly told them, barely audible over the noise of the men fishing themselves up.
"Hey!" A voice from the mess of men rang out- who? Clary couldn't say. "You think the two guys from the hospital will get here? The two who were with the bleached blond?"
Before she could stop herself, sensor herself, Clary just had to free the words in her heart. "Believe it or not, it's all natural."
A head popped out from the mass of bodies, the dark skinned man she didn't know. He set his made plate on the island across from her, the men jostling from behind caused him to turn slightly. "Oi! Walk around!"
The man turned back to her, a flirtatious smile on his face. His eyes quickly moved to Jace then back to Clary, a fast flick. "Is his hair really that light? Is that even possible?"
Clary smiled knowingly. "He was born with that hair and he'll die with that hair."
Unwillingly her mind flicked to what he would look like, laid out on a metal table with blood spilling onto the floor. Clary unconsciously pulled the blanket closer, relishing in its comfort. "Anyways, I uh… yah that color is natural. Almost makes him look bald from the lack of hair he's got on his head."
The man's smile widened, leaning forward, and ignoring his food. "Really?"
She felt the hand on her shoulder before the voice spoke above her. "Jordan. I didn't make that for you to waste."
The man, Jordan, looked at Jace, eyes flicking to the hand on her shoulder. He just nodded, lowering his eyes to the tacos on his plate.
It was only after that interaction that Clary realized how silent the room had been. The open floor plan that connected the kitchen to the dining room to the living room was silent. She looked around, curious at the other people and not even realizing that two more had entered the kitchen- Simon and a woman with black hair, the same one that sat in her kitchen both ages and hours ago.
The woman cleared her throat. "I doubt it, Jordan. They're not really in the family."
The man hummed, apparently accepting of that answer. Clary, however, wasn't fully satisfied with that answer. She looked quickly to Jace, his face doing its best to devour the messy street taco in one bite.
Quickly noting that no one else was really paying attention to them, Will and Tessa- again -in their own world, Alec and Magnus lost deep in conversation with one another, Simon and the woman were dishing up before heading to the the dining table behind Clary, and Jordan- fully chastised by Jace -was lost in the world of his phone, Clary looked to Jace.
She took the leap. The red head probably could have softened her words and been more creative with her knowledge seeking however, with her concussion and level of tiredness, Clary truly wasn't in the mood. "So what's the deal with the family shit?"
Jace choked on his food, audibly gulping it down. "What?"
He looked around, seeing what Clary had seen just seconds ago. "Well, it's kind of a long and complicated story. I'm an only child, though I believe who can be family isn't dependent on the blood or genetics that creates our physical body."
He looked around again, the motion obvious and silly- almost over exaggerated. "My fathers sister- my aunt -is Alec and Izzy's mother." Clary knew of Alec, but Izzy? She had no clue who that could be.
Confusion must have registered on her face as Jace quickly motioned with his head at the girl with Simon, still deep in conversation. "Anyways, there was a big fallout between the siblings over inheritance- it was just land but… still. My… less than humble father never went to college when both his siblings Maryse and Edmund did. In the end, it was supposed to go to Edmund, the youngest but most successful brother."
The blond took a big breath, barely audible though his body swelled. Eyes darting around once more, Clary could see that he was more soldier than spy.
He exhaled slowly. "I-uh-I don't know the details, my father would never tell me, but my uncle Edmund, his wife Linette, and their eldest daughter Ella were killed in a car accident. My father, despite being the least successful, was still male and, therefore, next in line. He got it all. Only my father and aunt Maryse- and maybe my uncle Robert -know the details but it was enough for her to pick up her entire family and move across the country to Hawaii. I was 14 and Will was 15 when he and Cecily- his younger sister -came to live with us. Are you following so far?" Everything was spoken to her in quiet tones under his breath, replicating an intimate conversation.
Clary nodded, picking at her taco. Such a large family, she could only imagine. It had only been her, her brother, and their mother since she could remember. "So you're really cousins but you feel as though they are your brothers and sisters." She let the money issue drop- if it came up again? So be it -she wouldn't be the one bringing up suspected murder.
He nodded enthusiastically. "Alec and Izzy kept in touch with Will and I, even attending Universities near one another so that we could see each other again." The blond man laughed lightly. "They were by my side and I theirs for most of my young life. I missed them."
Clary nodded, understanding slightly what he could be going through. "I was so excited. So excited for Will and Cecie to come and live with us. I would finally get the siblings I had been wanting my entire life."
The green-eyed woman scoffed. She knew that having siblings was never what only children expected it to be. No one did the thing that would eventually get someone in trouble, things went missing, and no food was safe. There were arguments and grudges that were held, sometimes for seconds and sometimes for months. Her fights with Jon were legendary amongst their friends. There were many times that she would complain to Simon about wanting to finally knock some sense into him. Luckily though, they always resolved their fights even if they rarely ended in a battle.
She shook her head lightly, laughing internally at the beautiful thoughts but horrid actuality. "It doesn't really happen like that but please, continue."
Clary bit into her food, lettuce and tomato and sauce spilling onto the open taco below as Jace continued with his story.
"Anyways so my aunt's husband- my uncle -had a brother. They were from an old money family, unlike mine to be honest, and the brother that wasn't my uncle got disowned at a very young age. Again, don't know why."
Jace looked around again, keeping better track of what others were doing than Clary had been. He paused and gave her a meaningful look, telling her with his eyes that they would finish their talks later.
Clary nodded, finishing her taco. She felt Jace leave more than saw him, his presence and their little bubble going with him. She watched as he went over to Will, the red head hadn't seen him move, and grabbed wine glasses.
Where Will got the bottle, Clary didn't know. All she did know, though, was that the plum smell wafting over from where they popped the cork was decadent. It was sweet and savory, slightly tangy from the yeast.
They poured seven glasses of the wine and two of a sparkling cider, the bottle label having the words 'Kid Friendly!' in large letters. Clary was thoroughly disappointed when one of the cider glasses was placed in front of her, though she knew why.
Jace passed out the glasses while Will lightly knocked a fork against the rim of his own.
Once everyone's attention was on him, glasses in hand, The black haired man looked to his wife. "It is with great pleasure and great humility that I ask of this toast." His voice was smooth and melodic, wholly serious for one of the first times Clary had seen. "My amazing, resilient, patient wife," little titters of laughter sounded throughout the room, "and I are expecting and due in late February.
"I don't, I don't have parents that will spoil them, feed them candy only to deliver them back at the height of their sugar rush. That's what I'm relying on you for. To be my family, to be the ones who will be their family."
The man sniffed slightly, Tessa's hand coming to rub lightly on his arm. "Maybe not at the height of their rush," more giggles from a crowd holding the largest smiles, "but yes. We've also decided to be surprised about the gender."
Will looked around. Clary didn't know what exactly he was seeing and thinking, but love and joy and hope was evident on his face. "What are you waiting for? Tonight we celebrate!"
The room erupted in cheers, all drinking merrily and wishing to get a glance at the happy couple. Congratulations were spoken, a babyshower planned, and small words and tokens of stories about the couple were spoken. Somehow, Clary managed to get roped into the baby shower planning with Isabelle- the red head didn't know the woman well enough to call her Izzy -for Tessa and the babe.
The duo sat on the plush grey couch, Isabelle having already left her heels at the door and dressed in business formal. Her black blazer hung open, the top few buttons of the white shirt having come unbuttoned between the time that she arrived and now. Legs tucked up underneath her body, wine glass being slowly swirled in her hand, and pencil skirt smoothed across her thighs, she was truly a beautiful human. Though she didn't know much about her, Clary hoped that the woman was kind.
So intent on planning the events, she wanted to do right by Tessa and Jace, Clary missed Simon come by with refills. It was his voice, a bottle in each hand that finally alerted her to his presence.
He shook the bottle, a nonverbal question.
"Erm… No thank you."
He walked away, a wordless exchange on his part. Clary felt horrible, face hot and whole body following soon after in embarrassment.
Facing back to Isabelle and the subject at hand, she was surprised to see anger in the other woman's eyes. "You really hurt him you know? So long and then not a word."
The redhead had expected that they were an item, never confirmed nor denied explicitly though. Her eyes narrowed, a prickling sensation poking across her skin. "I had my own shit."
Isabelle huffed. "Nothing though, just one day theres nothing? Unacceptable."
Growing increasingly irritated with the woman, Clary tried to rein it in. She knew logically that the confrontation was coming from a place of love for Simon, but it was still confrontational. "Look," she began, shuffling and holding out a hand in a stopping motion, "you werent there and it was almost a decade and a half ago."
"That doesn't matter." The black haired woman took a large gulp of her wine. "He's still hurt. I really care about him and it still hurts him."
Clary levelled a look at her. "What do you want me to do? Saying I'm sorry won't do shit. But I can offer an explanation. That is, in my opinion, the only thing I can do that may remotely help. I can say that being around people who care is optimal though. Never underestimate the importance of a support system."
Isabelle nodded, downing her wine in one smooth gulp shortly after. "Thank you I-"
A door banged open, the sound reverberating throughout Clarys skull and pulling the attention of the room.
Stephen, like she had never seen him before, stormed through, unknown men in various levels of wear stepped through. He was enraged, a palpable anger was felt by Clary who was across the room from him.
Jace was the first person to break the silence that reigned throughout. "The heads? Father what-"
"The situation in Peru is a purple level alert. Four hundred men are dead and countless supplies stolen. The time to attack was yesterday. I want everyone necessary at the table in ten minutes."
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TouchMyMangoFuckers: You have got to tell me how you came up with your pen name. I fucking love it. Also I read this comment right after I woke up and it made my day. Literally the best thing in the world is waking up to reviews. I hope that the full house scene was as hoped. There are certain tensions and certain hints (ONE GOING BACK TO CHAPTER 7) that are coming to fruition in the next chapter. Shits gonna get real. Also eewy gooey is going to come up in a few chapters (seriously Ive had this scene in my fucking head for 6 months youre gunna be damn sure that its going to be coming to you in a chapter one way or another). Take care and stay safe! Hopefully everything gets better!
milashka98: So I will admit that I had to use a russian translation. I have a friend who might have been able to tell me what that said but she also doesn't know that I write fanfiction so… yah. Google translate it was. As a Spanish minor I apologize for the grievance I have committed against your language. I know that google can never truly do it justice. I'm really glad that you liked my work and were an active reader! I love reviews and really appreciate it. I'm a very visual person, I see things before I write it (all the little motions that people do and everything), so I try to add it all in. I'm glad that you like it!
SkyBell1272: I love braiding hair. Absolutely adore it. I don't want to 'toot my own horn' but years of practice have made me not horrible at it. I think that a man who braids hair is the dream. I wrote the dream here because I just really wanted a Jace who was soft to his family. Anyways I'm putting little pieces of myself into this story and here's one of them. Thank you for reading and reviewing!
stardust128: Here is more. I think that with all of these characters and all of their little relationships it becomes… interesting to weave together. This whole thing is something that I make up on the go. Legit yesterday I was doing the dishes and I finally realized who my villain was. I was struggling with this for sooooooo long because I've made all of it up on the go. Clary and Simon's relationship was thought of because she never thought about him in the first chapter. In cannon they were SUCH good friends so if she wasn't thinking of him then there needed to be a reason. I dont want to say that stuff is falling into place but it surely feels like it.
Anyways I dont want to bore you with how I'm writing the story. Just know that the more large people I add the harder it is for me to remember the small things. Thank you for your review! I wish I could say it was skill lol but it's truly luck.
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