Clary had always been an artist, always loved drawing and sketching. Being a shadowhunter wouldn't change that.

You, well you was her muse. You had grown up with her, and Simon. Except you had been raised as a shadow hunter while Clary's mom had tried hiding it from her.

Anytime Clary wanted to draw something she'd ask if she could draw you. She had so much inspiration when it came to drawing you.

Despite her dating Jace, and you dating Simon, you was still her best friend and her muse, you always would be. There was something about you, she didn't know what. But you was so easy to draw.

Currently you was sat in Clary's room in the institute, sat on Simon's lap while he looked through all of Clary's drawings of you. He'd never complain that you was Clary's muse, the drawings of you were almost as stunning as you.

Clary on the other hand was sat on her bed, resting against her headboard sketching something, that for once wasn't you.

And Jace, had just come back to the room with snacks for you, him and Clary and a blood bag for Simon. He passed everyone their things, before sitting on the bed next to Clary, while pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

The four of you were definitely a chaotic group, but it worked.