prompt: Alec asks Jace to babysit 1 year old max (malec baby) but Jace find he doesnt exactly know how to play with children.

Jace's POV

I was just sitting innocently in the kitchen reading the codex when my dear parabatai walks in holding a very small, very blue, very sad child.

"Alec, would you turn that thing off, I'm trying to read." I glance at the irritatingly noisy child.

"Jace, its a baby, it doesnt turn off. besides, you said you would watch him for a little while last night." Alec rocks the baby in his arms, and the crying subsides.

"Clary made me! i didnt actually think you wanted me to babysit him!"

"Of course i did, you're my parabatai. Take max."

"Whom?" I look up at him through a skeptical eyebrow.

"Oh, shut up and take my son." Alec gently places Max in my arms, but he immediately starts crying again. "I have to meet Izzy, I'll be back soon, I promise."

"How soon?" I look up, panicked.

"I dont know! Three or four hours maybe? I have to go!" he grabs his gear and leaves the room.

"Three or four- ALEC WAIT!" Max bites my hand. hard. "Throw you to the ducks, I will! Nasty, mean, villainous, wicked, wicked, adorable, darling, cute..." I find myself looking directly into Max's blue eyes, and for a moment i feel i realm, deep connection.

And then he throws up on me.

"AUGH!" I go to set him on the counter, but then remember that he's alive.

Well, for now.

So i empty the fruit basket and place him in it, rocking him slowly as I attempt to get the vomit off my shirt.

"Infernal child." I mutter.

Max looks at me. "D-Da-sa-"

"Daddy?" I quickly pull out my phone so I can capture the child's first words on video.

"DUCK" max says, overcome with joy.

I shriek, and max looks at me in confusion, not understanding why i'm afraid of that-that word. why i hate those foul, foul, motherfucking balls of claws.

"That's it, I'm calling Magnus."

Then I see the rubber duck Max is pointing at.

I let out another, very un Jace-like scream, even more high pitched than the last one.

I have to save this poor, innocent child.

I rip out a seraph blade, scream "Gavreel" and charge into battle.

"And that, my friends, is how I saved the institute from a duck attack," I boast to the rest of my friends. "So, do you want to hear how I saved Idris from a duck attack?"

But when I look up, the only one i see is Church, licking his leg.

"well, I bet you want to hear all about it." I smile, launching into the tale of another harrowing adventure.