Hey guys! I'm so sorry about how long it's been since I updated this!
I meant to continue updating this while I work on my new story, but that became a bit more difficult the more I got into that one. But now I'm back, happy to be taking a break from the very heavy, sad plot line of Twisted to write a little, happy, fun oneshot :) updates on this should become a bit more frequent now.
So this one is just something that popped into my head. I know I have prompts built up, and I am working on those but I wanted to get something out soon and those ones are really long so I made this and here it is :D
I'd thought teaching Jace to paint would be fun.
Note to self: never give a Shadowhunter an art lesson. They can and will treat everything like a battle.
I realized fairly quickly that this wasn't going to end well-probably within the first ten minutes. But it had taken me a week straight to finally get him to agree to this. And dammit, he was going to paint something even if it was just colorful splotches on the canvas.
When I laid out the brushes to the side and set a few paints down, he stared at them for a moment before looking back at me. I raised my brows at him. He raised one back, knowing it irked me. I huffed, putting my hands on my hips.
"Are you going to paint?" He chuckled.
"A little instruction might be nice first," he pointed out. I blinked, having forgotten that little detail.
"Oh. Yeah, maybe." He grinned as I came around to stand beside him, looking at the blank canvas propped up on the easel. "Okay. These are acrylic paints, and they're probably the easiest to use and use well out of any of the different types of paints." He looked a little horrified suddenly.
"How many different types of paint are there?" I smiled.
"Well, you've got acrylic, watercolor, oil, a few others. Then you've got all the different types within those categories."
He shook his head in disbelief. "No way. That's stupid. Why do you need so many?"
I rolled my eyes. "What do you think I thought when you started training me on all the different types of knows and swords? There's a lot more variety in weapons than paint. You got the better deal." He have me a lopsided smile.
"Good point. Okay, so this is acrylic paint. How do I use it?"
I took a brush and grabbed his hand. I turned it so his palm faced the sky and set the handle of the brush in it before closing his fingers around it.
"Hold it like a pencil." He shifted his hands how I instructed. "Okay. Now you just...you know...paint." He turned to me with a blank look.
I sighed. This wasn't going well. "I don't know how you've never painted anything before. What about walls? A house? Anything? Do you understand how paint works?"
He gave me a deadpan look. "Of course I know how paint works. I just don't know...how to paint a picture. How do I know how to do it?"
I had no answer-you couldn't really explain something like this. He looked at the canvas with narrowed eyes. "I think it's mocking me. It's so...blank." I smiled a little at him.
"So put paint on it."
I watched as he looked at the canvas with contempt. His eyes were glinting in a way that meant something very bad was likely to happen.
Of course, after getting that feeling, you think I'd be smart enough to watch his movements and make sure he wasn't doing something that would result in chaos. But I was too distracted by the sudden spark in his eyes, the upwards tilt of his lips as he smiled.
The splotch of green paint seemed to come out of nowhere, but it sure went everywhere.
There was a moment where neither of us moved, both too shocked by what he'd done to do or say anything. Then, Jace was speaking calmly, trying to keep me from being angry. I just closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths before opening them again.
"Jace," I hissed. "What was the point of that?"
He had taken the brush, getting a huge glop of green paint on the bristles, and flung it forward. It created a nice splatter on the canvas. And on me.
"I love you," he tried, smiling at me in a way that was nearly infectious.
I smiled back and he looked relieved. I stepped forward and took the brush from his fingers, setting it down beside the paints.
I caught a flash of green on my arm and once-white tanktop and gritted my teeth a little.
Jace didn't find it odd when I stepped forward, bringing my arms up around the back of his neck. He just thought I was going to kiss him.
What a surprise for him when I turned a whole jar of blue paint upside down on his head.
He froze for a second, his eyes rolling up as though to see the blue seeping trough his hair. Then he met my eyes again.
"You're in trouble now, Morgenstern," he said. I grinned and spun around to speed away, but it was too late.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his chest. Before I could say anything, he'd lowered his head beside mine and was shaking it like a dog. I squealed, struggling to get away as paint spattered against my face and body.
"Jace!" He was laughing when he released me, his golden eyes shining in amusement. I narrowed mine at him.
"Oh, it's on." I grabbed blindly for a jar and dipped my fingers in it, scooping the paint out.
Jace caught onto the movement a second too late as I reached up and wiped my hand down the side of his face, leaving a trail of orange.
He blinked slowly at me before snaking his arms around my waist, pulling me tight to his chest so I had to strain to look up at him, my hands braced on his chest.
I realized with a bit of satisfaction that I was getting bright orange paint on his black shirt. Jace saw me smiling and raised a brow. He leaned down and I thought he was going to kiss me-or I would have if he didn't still have paint along the side of his face.
I tried to pull away but his arms were like steel. He rubbed his cheek against mine, getting paint all over my face and hair.
"Jace! Stop!" But I was laughing, and he knew I wasn't really angry with him.
After all, I had gotten paint on him first. Well, I was the first to get it on him on purpose. I was pretty sure, at least, that he had only hit me on accident when he'd tried to hit the canvas.
Jace was laughing too when he pulled away from me. "Are we even now?" He asked. I smirked with a shrug. He took a wary step back but his lips were still forming an uncontrollable smile.
It wasn't long before we had run out of paint to throw at each other. We were both laughing uncontrollably, wiping paint away from our eyes and clinging to each other to avoid slipping on the floor which was slick with paint.
Thankfully, we hadn't done this at my house or my mother would have killed us. I'd decided to utilize an empty room in the Institute.
"I think we might just make this your new studio," Jace said with a small grin. "Because I don't feel like cleaning any of this up." I laughed.
"But you love cleaning!" He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, holding a strand of my now rainbow hair between two fingers.
"Not this much." He looked more closely at my hair before chuckling. "I can't tell what's actually your hair and what's just red paint."
I laughed again as he leaned down to kiss me. I put a green hand on his chest to stop him and he frowned.
I grabbed a towel that had miraculously stayed almost clean throughout the disaster we'd created and handed it to him, gesturing to his face.
"You've got a little paint...everywhere."
"You're not much better," he pointed out, flicking my nose.
I scrunched it up, frowning at him. He knew I didn't like when he did that. He just laughed again, bringing a smile back to my lips.
After scrubbing at our faces with the towel for a few minutes, I finally sighed.
"I need a shower. This isn't coming off." Jace nodded immediately.
"Neither is mine. And I have paint in places paint should never be." I grimaced a little.
"That's nice. You're wearing clothes, how did you manage that?" He grinned.
"I was just kidding," he assured me. I smiled then frowned.
"Yeah, well I do have paint where it shouldn't be. This is Isabelle's tanktop and in case you haven't noticed it's extremely low-cut-"
"Oh, I noticed." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I know. I've seen you staring."
He gave me a sheepish smile. "Sorry?" I just sighed, tucking a strand of hair, stiff with dried paint, behind my ear.
"Anyway, paint here," I paused to point at the cleavage Isabelle's top exposed. "Is not comfortable. So, I'm going to take a shower." I turned and started to make my way carefully across the slippery floor towards the door to go back to Jace's room to shower.
"Who says you get to shower first? Just because some paint got to second base-" he cut himself off, wisely, as I scowled at him. He looked as though he was trying to keep from laughing, even as he apologized.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking to the door, Jace just a step behind me.
"Seriously though, I think that we'd get the paint off much faster if we were to shower together."
"Jace?" I called over my shoulder.
"The chances of that happening become slimmer and slimmer every time you open your mouth." He was silent for a moment.
"So there's a chance still?"
Haha okay so that one was really fun to write :)
I really wanted to write it because I thought it would be cute. I just imagined that Clary would want to teach Jace something she's good at, just like Jace teaches her something he's good at when he trains her.
Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be much of an artist haha
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