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Crazypoptart: Clary is just a bundle of insecurity (I think she kinda is in the books as well, along with Jace... sometimes) and she's stubborn. Mix those two and the product definitely isn't someone who's going to yell about it or ask someone for reassurance, you know? I've read the first and second book- utterly traumatised near the end of the second with the whole Teresa and Aris thing omfg then Thomas and the room at the end?¿). I think the movie looks great! Although, they have had to change a few things up. Who's your favourite (other than Thomas haha)?
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No POVs this chapter bc I prefer it that way. And it just happened to fall that way *shrugs*.
It had been 3 days since Clary and Jace were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. They had been taking it slow, at Clary's request and Jace's agreement. No public dates, no telling their gangs about their relationship ("for as long as possible" Jace had said), and they hadn't even told Jonathan or Jace's closest friends. Completely locked and sealed inside Jace's- now, Clary's too- apartment.
Smoke cigarette rushed out of Clary's pursed lips in a thin stream. She examined the cigarette, estimating how many drags they had left.
"Ooh, ooh, I have one." Jace's voice had an animated sound to it as he came up with another question.
"G'head." Clary held her cigarette out to him and he took it in his right hand; his left hand passed a joint over to her.
"Would you rather fuck Homer Simpson or Peter Griffin?" He grinned at her as she took a drag of the marijuana.
She exhaled shaking her head. "What the fuck goes on in your mind? Wait, this isn't some weird kinky shit of yours, is it? You don't have a fetish for having sex whilst dressed up as fictional cartoon characters, do you?"
Jace giggled- actually giggled- a momentary high off the drug. The smoke left his mouth sparsely through his laughter. "Nope," he popped the 'p'. "Now, answer it!"
Clary looked at him to see that his expression was completely expectant. She rolled her eyes. "I dunno... Homer?"
Jace made a disgusted face and took another long drag of his joint then put it out. "That's disgusting."
"You told me to choose so I did." Clary shrugs.
Jace looked at Clary for a second, studying her. Then, he lifted a tentative hand brush a lock of red hair out of her face that had fell into her eyes.
Clary turned to look at him and narrowed her eyes. "You've got that weird look on your face again."
"What weird look?" Jace's hand was still resting in Clary's hair.
"When you stare at me, you have a weird look on your face. It's annoying."
Jace shrugged it off and threw an arm around her shoulder and drew her over the short distance between them. He pressed a kiss to her head before resting his head on hers.
Clary heard him sigh before winding her arms around his middle and then sighed in content herself. She could do this.
Rays from midday sun hit the man's white hair and made it glow slightly. His foot tapped out an impatient rhythm under the table in a run down café as he waited for something other than his 5th cup of coffee. A few tables away, Bat seemed to keep one eye on him and another on the door. Whether it was because he too was waiting for the arrival of the visitor or he was making sure his men were doing their jobs out there, Jonathan wasn't sure. His usual appetite, along with his confidence, was nowhere to be found and the smells emanating from the kitchen only made him feel nauseous.
Bringing him back to earth was the ringing of the rusty bell above the door. However, he didn't turn to check who it was; Bat's double take confirmed that. Jonathan knew what he was thinking. She looks so much like Clary.
(I was gonna end this particular part here but since y'all patiently waited for this chappy, I decided against it).
Jonathan heard almost silent footsteps slowly walk up to him from behind and their pace decreased even more when they got closer to him. Then, they stop right beside him. He mentally berated himself for being so nervous before looking to meet the gaze of his mother.
As he tilted his face up towards her, she gasped. "Jonathan?" Bothe of her eyebrows were raised- she couldn't raise one eyebrow, just like Clary. "You look... You look just like him." She plonked herself down into the plastic chair opposite him without taking her darting eyes away from him.
He just stared at her. Instinctively, his face remained impassive but with the rage and emotion inside him now, he was sure there must be something showing through his facial expression.
"6 years. The first thing you say to me in 6 damn years, is telling me how much I look like him?!" Green eyes darkened to almost black with rage. He knew they did and he knew, with endless hatred, that he just looked even more like him now.
Almost absently she tugged the hood of her black coat forward, trying to make it cover her vibrant hair more and part of the top of her head.
"Jonathan, let me start by saying I can explain."
Jonathan was shaking his head before she even finished her sentence. "Come on, cut the crap. You wanted to meet up and, however sad it may sound, I definitely know it wasn't for a family reunion. What's going on?"
Jocelyn closed her eyes for a moment as Jonathan had seen her do for as long as he could remember. The pale skin of her hands looking impossibly whiter on her knuckles at how tightly her hands were clasped together. "It's... It's your father."
Jonathan couldn't prevent the slight speeding up of his heart. "If you're doing this to inform me of his death, I'll tell you now, I really couldn't care less. He should rot in the deepest depths of hell."
"He's not dead, Jonathan." She was using a tone of voice, Jonathan realised, that she used to use with her father. A calm, soothing tone that she used to try to stop his slowly rising anger.
He took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. "Then what is it?"
"I think-" She glanced around and then leaned closer across the table. "I think he's looking for you and Clary."
Jonathan's eyes grew wider as did his brotherly protectiveness over Clary. Looking for them? What was that supposed to mean?! Why would he?!
Keeping his voice steady through his father's training as a youngster, he ploughed through. "Looking for us, how exactly?"
"As in he has people scouring New York for you both. It won't be long, Jonathan. It. Won't. Be. Long." Each one-word sentence was punctuated with her index finger tapping firmly on the table between each word. She seemed to be getting more frantic. "And you know what he's like; whatever he wants with you after all these years, it won't be pretty." She took a deep, shaky breath. "He's been searching for me for 5 years. I'm risking my very existence being out in broad daylight but I needed to warn you."
"How kind of you." Jonathan muttered bitterly. Despite the fact that their psychotic- and probably demonic- father was after them, he couldn't find it in himself to stop thinking about the abandonment.
His mother ran a small hand down her face. She seemed worn out. Her eyes were duller than the way he remembered, the way Clary's were constantly until they escaped their father. He saw the brightness peak out occasionally when she was younger if he managed to sneak some of their mother's paints to her or if he tried his best with art for her even though he could barely draw a stickman. But as she got older, the smaller things could no longer be appreciated as she wondered when the next beating was going to come. Then they got away and it was like she was reborn. She wanted a purpose. A reason to live. And she got it when she began running Thorns. All these delinquents and youths needing someone to put them on the closest you can get to the 'right path' in a gang. And she did it. She gave them jobs personal to them and Jonathan can bet every dollar he has that she would be there for them like an Agony Aunt if completely necessary.
Jocelyn sighed- a sigh that sounded like sympathy and tiredness. "We don't have time to talk about this, Jonathan. I have to go."
"For another 6 years?"
"Jonathan! Please! Just to warn your sister. And take this seriously-"
Jonathan stared at her in disbelief. "Take this seriously?! Are you kidding me?! Of course I'm taking this seriously. Some psychopath, aka our father, is fucking chasing after us to do God knows what to us. You probably don't want to hear this but I'll be damned if I don't let you realise what it was like after." By now, Jonathan was on a rant and there was no stopping him. "After you left everything that man did to us got twice as bad. There are so many things he did to me that even Clary doesn't know because I knew how much it'd hurt her. And I hate the thought that he did anything to her that I don't know about. If you have any decency, any care for your children, you will leave our lives right now and never come back. You will leave this café and let me and Clary take care of each other. Just the way it's always been."
With a slight nod, after a second's hesitation, Jocelyn stood up and made her way towards the door without looking back.
In some way Jonathan was grateful for that. When she contacted him, part of him wanted to give her a chance; after all she never hit them. But, Jonathan realised, that it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to just not abuse him. That wasn't what made a parent. Sure, she'd come to inform him of something possibly life changing but could he trust her? For all he knew, she was luring him into his father's trap.
At that thought, he jerked back to reality. He needed to get out of here. You can never be too careful, as his father used to say. And he definitely needed to call Clary, just to check.
"Bat, we're leaving."
Bat seemed to detect his mood and nodded solemnly. "Yes, Sir."
In the car on the way back to base, Jonathan decided to call Clary. Dejectedly, he hoped that his sister's sibling senses weren't tingling at that moment.
"What's up, big bro?" Clary greeted him, sounding like she was smiling. Which was weird.
Jonathan's tense muscles relaxed at the sound of her voice. She didn't sound hurt or in any trouble. Jonathan would know; after all,they had spent ages going over everything from code words to tones in their voices in they ever found themselves in a tricky situation and were able to contact the other. "Hey Clare."
"Uh, you okay?"
"Yeah, fine, why?"
"You sound weird. Like, worried."
"Nah," Lie. "I've just been thinking: maybe you were right about mom. Maybe we shouldn't try to rekindle it."
"There's no maybe about it, Joanthan." He would have laughed at how stern her voice sounded if it was any other situation. "And there's no rekindling- we weren't even that close to her. Good riddance, I say."
"Yeah. We have each other."
"That we do."
"Hey, Clare?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't say this enough... but I love you."
"... I love you, too, big bro."
"I gotta go, see you whenever."
"See you whenever."
Jonathan managed a smile as he hung up the phone. "See you whenever" was a thing they'd use when they didn't know when they were going to see each other, simply because they knew they were going to see each other soon but just not when exactly.
One thing he gathered from that phone call was that Clary seemed... happy. Something she never allowed herself to be. When Jonathan brought it up previously she'd say that she was satisfied and that was enough. But now she's living with one of her worst enemies and she actually sounds happy? What was going on? Jonathan had his suspicions.
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(This kinda differentiates between Jace's POV in 3rd person and Clary's POV in 3rd person *shrugs*)
Clary frowned at the phone before putting it on the bedside table and resting her head onto Jace's bare chest again.
"Who was it, baby?"
Clary wouldn't admit it, but she loved Jace calling her 'baby' or other pet names.
"It was Jon."
Jace didn't reply knowing that if she wanted to talk about the phone call, then she would.
She eventually broke the unwanted silence by warily attempting to talk about it. "It's just... his voice seemed off. I don't know, I can't explain but he just seems a bit worried."
Jace rubbed the smooth skin of her upper arm soothingly as its hand absently traced patterns on his chest. "Did anything he say make you feel that way?"
"Not really." Clary sighed mostly in frustration.
Jace patted her bum twice. "Listen, Clary. He's your brother- if it was anything completely terrible then he'd tell you."
"I don't know..."
"He cares about you and wants to do what's best by you. You should value his opinion and remember that he probably has a point."
"'There's method in the madness' as they say."
"Exactly. Besides, maybe if it is important, he wants to tell you tomorrow."
Clary nodded in agreement, already becoming convinced.
"So," Jace said, trying to break the gloomy atmosphere. "Now you've seem the full package, have you painted any nude portraits of me?"
Clary looked up at Jace to find him already looking down at her and smirking. She scoffed. "No. I mean, there's not much to work is there?"
Clary tried to hide a grin as Jace contorted his face into one of mock hurt and shock. "Oh, I see how it is..." Clary looked at his confused as he didn't continue for a few seconds. "You're using me for sex!"
Both Clary and Jace sruggled to keep up the charade. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Jace-"
She was cut off by Jace tickling her
"No, Jace. No! Stop-" Clary let out a giggle making her early pleas fall on deaf ears. "Jace, please!" Jace was grinning and laughing as his fingers didnt stop working on her bare stomach. "No!" She yelled trying to sound stern. "I-I told you, no!"
Jace eventually calmed to a stop just grinning at Clary from above. Clary noted how long his hair seemed like this. Creating a curtain but perfectly framing his face. She reached out to tuck some behind his ear resulting in a frown from his as he carefully lowered himself closer to her so his forearms were either side of her head.
"Do you think I need a haircut?"
Clary frowned back at him so he absently reached out an smoothed out the V in between her brows.
"No, I don't think you do. I like it this length."
Jace's eyes glimmered slightly. "I shall leave it then, m'lady."
Clary shook her head and leaned up to kiss him.
"Jace? When are we going to tell everyone." Jace knew that she meant about them.
Jace sighed. "I don't know, doll face. But I do know that I reeeally like having you to myself." Jace smirked at her.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe we should keep it a little longer." Clary replied equally as cocky.
Jace pecked her lips. "Of course I'm right, I'm always right."
"Whatever you say."
Jace's eyes glistening mischievously. "Was that sarcasm, doll face?"
"Maybe?" she grinned at him.
He rolled them both over- with Clary making a squeal of surprise- so he was on top of her and went straight for her neck before kissing at the new mark and making her purr. He smirked against her throat. "Ready for another round?"
Oh my god, guys. I know how much I suck for not updating recently but I've been blown in with school work and when I have been doing this, I've been working extra hard to make it as good for you as possible. Try not to hate me plz.