Shadowhunter Chronicles Imagines/ One-Shots | REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

jace herondale : dying

(Y/N) stood at the door of the training room, arms crossed over her chest. In the center of the sparring mat was Jace, with no shirt, taking blows at dummy. He hadn't wrapped his hands so there was a red tint to his skin that was starting to concern (Y/N). She remembered something that Alec had said to her a few months back.

Jace is in love with the idea of dying.

His reckless behavior had been something she admired when she first arrived, but now she knew better. Jace wasn't reckless because he wasn't afraid, he was reckless because he was. He held no regard for his own well being, willing to sacrifice himself at a moments notice. It wasn't honorable, it was worrisome.

The sounds of skin knocking against the hard foam of the dummy filled the air, mixed with Jace's soft grinds between blows. It looked like he was punishing himself, but for what?

(Y/N) had only know Jace for a short time, less than a year. She had been assigned to the New York Institute after the Dark War, to try and help Jace and the others regain normalcy in the city. That hadn't been an easy task. Even with Magnus ruling the warlocks, Luke ruling the wolves and Raphael ruling the vampires. The three factions were still fighting, even more so now that the Clave was unwilling to assist fearies. The past few months had been long.

But (Y/N) would have guessed that wasn't what was bugging Jace. Clary, his girlfriend, had broken up with him so she could move to Idris and work for the Clave. That was the the biggest betrayal, after all the Clave had put them through, how could she go work for them?

Suddenly the sound of Jace training stopped, "(Y/N)." He said, so he had realized she was standing there. Arms crossed over the dummy Jace swept his swollen hands across his forehead to catch the falling sweat.

"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." She said, stepping from the doorway and to the sparring mat.

Jace shook his head, his chest rising and falling, "It's alright." He smiled at her, the shine of his teeth matching the shine of his golden hair. "Want to join me?" He asked, smirking now because he knew how much she hated sparring with him.

(Y/N) laughed, "No I do not." She said, stepping into the platform. Even though she knew Jace had extra angel blood she couldn't help but be in awe of his skill. "But I do want to talk to you."

Jace's smile dropped, his face now hard. He was sure that if (Y/N) listened close enough she would be able to hear his heart beat, "Okay." His voice was nervous, he wasn't sure what she would want to talk to him about.

(Y/N) clasped her hands together and let out a sigh, "Are you alright?" She asked, unsure of how to address her concerns to him.

Jace's look of confusion deepened, "Why would you ask that?" But he didn't answer the question.

(Y/N) swallowed. She was worried about Jace, one of these times he was going to be too reckless and get hurt. That idea sent a shiver down her spine. She could almost picture it, Jace bleeding out on the side walk after putting himself just a little too close to a Demon.

"Jace." Her voice was threatening, as if she was begging him to challenger her. "You didn't answer the question."

"Why do you care?" He was still avoiding the question.

(Y/N) ram her hands over her face, "Because I care about you Jace, that's what you do when you care. You ask people when you know something is wrong." She explained, stepping a little bit closer to him.

Jace was infuriating, the man could make a nun swear. "I'm fine (Y/N)." He lied, feeling heat rise in his chest and face. It wasn't anger, it was the pain that he had been holding in for the past few months.

"No you aren't." She said, knowing when he was lying. This time she didn't sound upset with him, instead she sounded almost sympathetic. "Jace, it's alright that you aren't alright." (Y/N) explained, trying to get him to understand that he didn't have to be so strong all the time. It's okay to be a little broken.

Jace smiled, "Thank you (Y/N)." He said, placing his hand on the side of her face.

(Y/N) could feel the calluses on his hands, along with the new bruises that were starting to form as a result of his assault on the dummy. Sweat still dripped from his chest but he didn't smell, the only scent she smelled was that of the mint. That was the smell that Jace usually had, he smelled clean. (Y/N) suspected he was so clean because he felt like it was the only thing he had control over.

(Y/N) smirked, "Someone has to let you know when you're being a dumbass." She said, joking and knocking her shoulder into his.

Jace laughed, tossing his head back. He then reached out and grabbed his shirt from the floor of the mat, he then pulled the material over his head. "Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving." He exclaimed, throwing one arm over his stomach and the other across (Y/N)'s shoulders.

She leaned into him with a smile, this was the best mood she had seen him in, in weeks. "Chinese." (Y/N) decided, knowing that was what he meant by food.

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Well this sucked