A/N: Yes, another new story :P 26 oneshots for the 26 letters of the alphabet!

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~I Heart Herondale Boys~

Pairing: Clary/Jace
Word Count: 1290

Anniversary

Clary was excited. It was hers and Jace's third anniversary, and she knew that he'd planned something special. She couldn't wait to see what it was!

As she was milling around her room, looking for something to wear, she saw a slip of white paper being slid under her door. Puzzled, she bent down to retrieve it.

She unfolded it, and it read:

You'll be getting these little clues often. I'll give you a hint: The next one is in the bottom of the Institute. Find all of the clues, and you'll find me.

Love, Jace

Grinning, she laid the note on her dresser and grabbed her clothes. She'd chosen to wear a light orange halter-neck summer dress with a white cardigan and white flats with bows on the toes.

She went into her bathroom and got to work on her hair, opting for using the flat-iron.

She was halfway through when she accidentally touched the wrong end. She swore profusely, setting the flat-iron down and running her fingertips under cold water. She grabbed her stele and traced an iratze on the backside of her palm, and the burns healed instantly.

She finished her hair and grabbed her clutch purse, setting out for the bottom floor of the Institute.

As she rode the elevator down, she pondered what Jace could possibly have planned.

When she reached the bottom, she immediately began searching for another piece of paper. She found it taped to a pew.

Okay, so you've obviously found this one. The next one is somewhere in Magnus and Alec's flat. You'd better get moving, Clare! You have to find me before midnight.

Love, Jace

Sighing, she set out for Alec and Magnus' flat.

~MI~

Jace grinned at his cleverness. The notes were a decoy to give him time to set up for the night.

As he laid the picnic blanket down, he wondered if Clary would kill him for sending her on a wild goose chase. He'd make it up to her by the end of the night, he thought, grinning slyly.

He set the picnic basket down, arranging it perfectly. Then he began lighting the candles.

As he looked around, he thought, Yeah, I'm smart.

~MI~

Clary felt like pulling her hair out. It was almost 11:30, and she had to find Jace by twelve. She'd been searching for clues for three hours, and her feet were killing her.

She pulled the note from where it was taped on Luke's truck, sighing wearily.

Okay, this is the last clue. Go to the place where we first kissed, and that's where you'll find me.

Love, Jace

Clary's jaw dropped. She could honestly kill him for making her do this. She'd been all around the city, trying to find him, when the whole time, he'd been in the greenhouse of the Institute.

"I'm going to wring his neck," she grumbled, stalking off toward the subway station.

~MI~

Jace eyed his watch nervously. 11:38. He began to worry that he'd given her too many clues, kept her away for too long.

A few minutes passed before he heard fast footsteps on the stairs. He could practically feel the anger flowing off Clary as she climbed the staircase.

Great, he thought, taking a deep breath. Here goes nothing, I guess.

~MI~

When Clary reached the top of the staircase, she had her mouth open, ready to yell at Jace. She stopped short, however, when she saw the greenhouse.

Twinkle lights had been hung from the ceiling, looking like miniature stars. Candles were lit everywhere, and Jace stood on a picnic blanket, next to a basket, looking sexy as ever.

"Hey," he said, grinning crookedly. "I was starting to worry you'd never show up in time."

She scowled. "Well, maybe you shouldn't have sent me all over the city," she muttered. Taking a deep breath, she grinned. "But, even though I'm pretty sure that my blisters have blisters, it was worth it for this. Jace, it's so beautiful up here."

He sat down, patting the spot next to him. "Sit. I made us a special snack."

Nodding, she walked over, slipped her shoes off, and sat next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

He opened the picnic basket, and Clary's breath hitched in her throat.

Jace pulled out two cheese sandwiches and an apple. The same exact thing they'd eaten when he'd first brought her up to the greenhouse.

She turned to him, and he smiled. "Surprised?" he asked.

She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "You are officially the best boyfriend ever."

They began eating the sandwiches, then Jace cut the apple. They took turns feeding slices to each other, laughing the entire time.

Grinning, he checked his watch. He looked up, satisfied. He pointed to the left. "Look, Clary."

She followed his gaze and gasped.

The midnight flower sat there. They watched as it opened from the tight buds, revealing the beautiful flowers.

Her eyes began to water. "It's so beautiful, Jace," she whispered, and he kissed her temple.

"Not as beautiful as you," he replied, standing up and pulling her with him. "I have a question for you," he said, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Yes?"

He slid down on one knee, and she gasped.

"Clarissa Fray, you make me feel like the luckiest man on earth. You've made my life better in so many ways, and without you, I don't know where I'd be. Would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Herondale?" he asked, his face serious.

Unable to speak, she nodded vigorously, tears falling from her eyes. "Yes," she croaked out. "Yes, of course!"

Smiling brightly, he stood, pulling her into his arms and spinning her around. He kissed her passionately once he'd set her down.

When they pulled away, he pulled something from his pocket. A box. Opening it, he pulled the diamond ring out, took Clary's left hand, and slid it on her third finger.

"I love you, Clary," he said, the golden depths of his eyes shining.

"I love you too, Jace," she replied, resting her head on his chest.

Suddenly, they heard clapping, and turned to see Isabelle at the entrance of the greenhouse, jumping up and down and clapping like a maniac.

"Oh my God I'm so happy for you guys!" she exclaimed, sneezing.

Clary grinned. "Thanks, Iz." She raised her eyebrows. "Aren't you allergic to pollen?" she asked, amused.

Isabelle nodded. "Yeah, but Jace told me what he had planned for the night, and I had to come up and see if you said yes!" She sneezed again.

Jace laughed. "You're such a nose-bag, Izzy," he said affectionately.

Isabelle stuck her tongue out at him. "Whatever. I just like to know what's going on." She turned around, facing the stairs, and shouted, "Guys, come up! She said yes!"

They heard as several people ran up the stairs. It turned out to be Alec—who, like Isabelle, started sneezing—Magnus, Jocelyn, Luke, Maryse and Robert.

Jocelyn and Luke ran over and embraced them. "We're happy for you two," Luke said. He turned to Jace. "But if you hurt my little girl, I might have to kill you."

Clary smacked Luke's chest. "Don't scare my fiancé away, Luke. It's not nice."

Luke grinned. "Just looking out for my girl," he replied.

"You'd better take good care of her," Jocelyn said to Jace.

"I will. I promise," Jace responded, wrapping his arm tightly around Clary's waist.

Jocelyn nodded, satisfied.

"We need to plan the engagement party!" Magnus exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

Jace and Clary groaned in synchronisation. Everyone laughed, and Clary smiled, looking at the ring on her finger.

Mrs. Clarissa Herondale.

So, how about it? Do you guys want more? I'm writing C right now, and I know what I'm doing for D, but if you guys have any suggestions for E and beyond, feel free to share them :)

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