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johnhaos · 7 years

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jimon + jace showing up to simons drunk after the seelie court and confesses to simon.

here you go :)

Simon was woken up in the early hours of the morning by an insistent knocking on his door and someone repeatedly calling his name. Sighing, Simon jumped down from his canoe to see who it was.

All he really wanted was to be left alone. It had been a long and difficult day and he was still trying to process what had happened. He’d headed to the Seelie Court with Clary and Jace, anticipating that they would go in, find out the information they needed and then leave, but it had all gone a bit wrong.

Clary had been tricked into eating some Seelie food which meant she couldn’t leave until the oh so benevolent Seelie Queen had decided she would be allowed to leave if she kissed the person she desired most. Naturally, Clary had gone to kiss Simon but the Seelie Queen had just laughed and pointed at Jace.

Simon almost wasn’t that surprised when Clary kissed Jace and the Seelie Queen let her go. He should have guessed that Clary still had feelings for Jace and now Simon was alone again, heartbroken and defeated and all he really wanted was some space to think.

However, the knocking at his door continued. Simon pulled it open and Jace stumbled inside.

Great, Simon thought, just who I wanted to see. He shut the door and then turned to Jace who was staring back at him mournfully.

“Simon, hey Simon. How are you? Stupid question really I suppose.” Jace was slurring his words and Simon groaned. The last thing he needed right now was a drunk Jace in his room.

“What do you want, Jace?”

“I just needed to talk to you about- about what happened. I’m so sorry, man. I feel awful about what happened. If I could change it-” Jace swayed slightly where he stood, so Simon guided him to a seat.

“You don’t have to act as if you’re unhappy about Clary still being into you, Jace.” Simon sighed.

“But I am unhappy. You look so- so sad.” Jace reached out a hand towards Simon but Simon batted it away. Shrugging Jace continued, “I didn’t want Clary to kiss me. Honestly. You don’t have to believe me but if I’d been in her position I’d have wanted to kiss you.”

Jace looked up at Simon, gaze wavering slightly but looking completely sincere. Simon was aware that he was staring back at Jace somewhat shocked. Was Jace saying what Simon thought he was saying?

“What- what do you mean?” Simon asked.

“I mean that if I had to kiss the person I most desired,” Jace stopped and hiccoughed, “it would have been you.”

Simon blushed, but a nagging voice at the back of his head told him that it was probably just the alcohol talking and that Jace didn’t really mean it. Simon was desperate to hear those words again but from a sober Jace. Not wanting to let him stumble back to the Institute on his own, Simon decided to let him sleep it off there.

He grabbed a couple of blankets and put them in one of the other canoes before turning back to Jace.

“Let’s get you to bed. If you still feel this way in the morning, then we can talk.”

#simonsblondie #jimon #shadowhunters #*claire writes

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aleclwb · 7 years

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jimon + you think i'm pretty aftermath conversation

“That tree almost tore Simon’s pretty face off,” Jace says.

“You think I’m pretty,” Simon says, beaming, despite the fact he nearly just died.

Jace sighs. Of course that’s what Simon is going to focus on. “Yeah, pretty stupid. Now come on, we have to get going before the rest of the trees start attacking us too,” he says, and starts stomping off, wrapping his scarf tighter around him.

“No, no, no, this isn’t over yet,” Simon says, as he and Clary start rushing after him. “You think I’m pretty. You, Jace ‘I don’t have any feelings whatsoever’ Wayland think I’m beautiful, like a perfectly iced cupcake, or all of this freshly fallen snow.”

“Cupcake?” Jace says, “Really?”

“I’m hungry,” Simon grouches, and Clary snickers.

“Anyway if you don’t shut the fuck up, you and all this freshly fallen snow will get very closely acquainted,” Jace ads, and continues to stomp ahead. He pointedly ignores Simon whispering “Pretty, Clary! He thinks I’m pretty.” To Clary.

#otp: dazzle me #jimon #drabbles #this is dumb but honestly lbr simon would NEVER let this go #ten years from now he's going to burst into jace's bedroom at four in the morning going 'HEY REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU CALLED ME PRETTY'#anyway #simonsblondie

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poklina · 7 years

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so because you're a legend and i love your writing soso much i have another jimon prompt?? so i was thinking abt how jimon is actually such a power couple? (like in 2x09) and like ... i really like the idea of jace training simon and then they go on their first mission together?

hey guess what i i love you???? this has been in my inboxx for a month im So Sorry but its pretty fucking gross so i hope you like it

cocky - 2k

Simon is appallingly bad at hand-to-hand combat. He's so amazingly bad, Jace is pretty confident that if a 6th grade girl with a grudge challenged him to a fight, Simon would be eating dust under her bright pink high tops. Not that that's ever happened, of course.

(Jace is never going to let him forget that day.)

More to the point, with Simon's enhanced speed, strength, hearing, and everything else, he should be able to at least get away from a pack of rogue middle schoolers. But, it always seems to end up with him laying flat on his face while Jace hauls him up like a sack of flour. And sure, they can laugh about little Monica back at the Institute while Simon shoots them glares completely negated by the dazzling grin on his face, but when it comes to trying to fight their way out of a pack of Shax demons?

Not quite as funny then.

So, after the 5th time in a week Simon gets his ass handed to him by a rogue vampire trying steal his Daylighter ability, Jace decides he's had quite enough of rescuing his gentlemen-in-distress.

"I'm training you tomorrow." Jace huffs out shortly as he extends a hand to Simon, who is, once again, laying on his back in some alley in who knows where, New York. He grabs it roughly and Jace almost falls over with the amount of strength that Simon uses to pull himself up, but he manages to catch himself before he can.

"What? I mean, I'm flattered, but I really don't think that I'm someone that you should be focusing on -" Simon starts before Jace cuts him off.

"Simon, not even Clary gets knocked on her ass as much as you do. And while I do love you, if I have to save you one more time, I'm breaking up with you." He says flatly, but with just a hint of a grin on his face, which in turn makes a smile break over Simon's face.

"Aw, babe, I love it when you save me though." Simon fake-pouts, which results in him getting a hard punch to his shoulder, and honestly? He didn't expect anything less. "Ow!"

"Case in point. You're not getting out of this one, Si." Jace chuckles as he swings an arm around Simon and leads him out of the alleyway into the bright New York afternoon. "Man, I'm gonna have so much fun kicking your ass tomorrow."

"Hey!"

The training room is empty, thanks to some small miracle. Simon would absolutely hate having someone to watch his ass get knocked down approximately 15 times and counting.

A bolt of pain lances up his spine as he hits the ground hard. Vaguely, he thinks there's 16, before Jace is swimming into his vision, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

"You know, for someone with super speed, you'd think that you could at least run away." He says smugly, extending an arm to Simon, who grabs it and hauls himself to his feet with a groan. "It's almost like you like getting punched."

"Damn, you found me out." Simon says back, stretching his neck out in an attempt to try and wring out some of the pain that's settled in his muscles and refuses to leave. He screws his eyes shut for a moment before opening them to Jace's smug face, arms crossed over his chest, making him look more like a disappointed teacher than anything else.

"Alright, well, we can be kinky with that later. For now, I need to teach you how to use a sword without cutting your own hand off."

"Easier said than done, my friend." Simon retorts, grinning lazily as Jace smirks and turns towards the weapons cabinet, pulling out a short seraph blade and what seems to be - an axe? Jace turns around and tosses the sword at Simon, who just barely catches it by the handle. He can feel a blush crawling up his cheeks, and as he looks up at Jace, he can see him trying to stifle a laugh.

"Not a fucking word, Wayland." Simon growls out, swinging the sword up in front of him casually, relishing in the singing noise it makes as it cuts through the air in front of him. "And really, an axe? Isn't that a tad overkill, even for you?"

"Overkill is my middle name." Jace smirks back, twirling the blade in the air before him, eyes tracking its movement around and around and around. "And besides, it takes a real fighter to know how to handle these weapons."

"Well then, why don't you come and show me what a 'real fighter' looks like?" Simon says back, eyes glittering with a combination of mirth and dark enjoyment. He watches as Jace's eyes do almost the same thing, before he advances on him, axe swinging up in the air as it comes crashing down on Simon's raised sword.

There's a maniac sort of excitement in Jace's eyes, wild and breathtaking with every swing that comes at Simon. They aren't talking, but the way Jace smiles with a morbid gleam in his eyes says volumes. The blades crash into one another in a perfect harmony of metal and sparks, the polished steel shining almost as brightly as Jace's half-crazed smile. Even though Simon feels like he should be scared, he's not. The intensity that Jace brings to every movement and strike makes him feel weak in the knees instead. Because he's seen that sort of madness, but instead of focused on hurting him -

Let's just say that it's a lot less painful when he's seen it before.

Simon brings his blade down roughly, the metal clanging against Jace's axe just before it reaches his shoulder. Jace pushes the sword away just as easily, twisting his hands at the same time to swing it around to Simon's other side, trying to land a blow. Simon reacts just as quickly, bringing his sword in between the axe and his ribcage just before it hits. He looks up, spurred on by his success and meets Jace's eyes. They're flashing wildly, and Simon can see his arms straining to keep his lock on the blade out of the corner of his eye.

In the next instant, Simon pulls his sword away from Jace's axe and brings it flat against his side. Jace looks at it in shock, before looking up at Simon again with a mixture of pride and amusement. Without letting the blade drop, Simon steps closer to Jace, close enough to where he can feel his breaths against the skin on his neck. Slowly, he tilts his head up, nosing up the line of Jace's jaw and relishing in the small noises that he's pulling from the back of Jace's throat. He grins wickedly at the sharp intake of breath when his lips brush against Jace's earlobe, and Simon lets his head fall just a bit closer -

"Gotcha." he says in a breathy voice. He can feel the tremor go through Jace underneath him, and it almost makes him lose his cool completely.

Almost.

Simon pulls his head back slowly, letting his teeth drag along Jace's jaw line ever so carefully, and the moan that it brings out echoes through the training room before burrowing deep into his stomach. It takes every single ounce of strength in Simon's body to pull back, but he manages. Jace's eyes are blown wide open, almost black with his pupils. His face is flushed a bright, bright red, and his chest is heaving up and down as his throat works at swallowing hard. Simon's sword is still on his side, but before he pulls it away for good, he manages to catch some of the fabric and tear it open, leaving a nice hole on the side of his black tank top.

With that, Simon steps back, admiring his work. His eyes flick up and down Jace's body, gray sweats riding low around his hips, tank top ripped at the side and just barely managing to hide the flush that's crawling down Jace's collarbones at the same time. Simon doesn't think he's ever look more gorgeous.

Swallowing hard, Simon speaks again. "You should take that off." he says roughly, eyes darting to where a large swath of fabric is hanging by Jace's hips. "Wouldn't want you getting it caught...on...something."

Jace eyes him slowly, considering. Simon wants to wither under the gaze, but he stands proudly, defiant and tall and just begging Jace to come and try him. He clears his throat, and that seems to snap Jace out of whatever trance he was in.

"You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, you could've just asked." Jace says as he steps closer to Simon again, mirroring their earlier position. His forehead is barely brushing against Simon's, and yet it feels like that part of him electrified. Simon is hyper aware of every movement Jace makes; every breath that puffs out across his collarbones, every tiny shift closer to Simon. He watches carefully as Jace pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it somewhere in the room; he doesn't know even which direction it went in because Jace is right there and he is shirtless. Simon's eyes track quickly up and down his broad chest, taking in all of the thick black runes that are starting to look like targets on his chest -

"So are we still sparring? Or are we just going to stand here until somebody kisses someone." Jace says quietly, jerking Simon out of his reverie and forcing his eyes back to Jace's. The maniac look is back, but less wild this time. Now, it's more controlled, a thunderstorm rolling thick and heavy, lightning dancing down each time Jace's eyes flash. Simon likes looking at Jace's eyes; they're hypnotic. Quite possibly one of the best things about him.

"Jesus, Lewis,for a vampire, you're too fucking slow." Jace grits out right before clapping his hands around Simon's neck and pulling forward, crashing them together like waves against the break. It's messy and uncontrolled as Simon digs his hands into Jace's lower back, leaving ten finger-shaped bruise marks right on his waist. The pressure forces Jace to drag Simon even closer, mouth opening to swipe his tongue over the seam of Simon's lips. With a gasp, Simon parts, and quickly does the same.

It's breathless and fast and so fucking good, Simon forgets where he is for a brief moment, his whole world narrowing down to the feeling of how amazing Jace feels underneath him, as his hands claw down his back, pulling rough noises from the very base of his throat.

They break apart much too soon for Simon's liking, who chases the kiss insistently, even as Jace pulls back, panting and trying to take in as much air as possible. Immediately, Simon latches on to Jace's neck, sucking bruise after bruise into the pale skin just above his runes.

"Simon - fuck - stop, stop." Jace breathes out, and Simon pulls away, disappointed. It must show on his face, because as soon as he makes eye contact with Jace, he's breaking in to a wide grin, unable to stop himself. "C'mon. Let's - let's not do this here."

Simon whines from the back of his throat, and Jace's smile grows even wider, even more endearing. Simon wants to hate it. Really, he does. But, he just can't. Instead, he does the same, smile breaking wide over his mouth with just how nice it is to just be able to kiss his boyfriend without anyone around.

"Fine. Whatever. Okay." Simon says, trying to play it off as annoyed but failing miserably before lacing his hand through Jace's. Jace snags his shirt from wherever it landed, and they start to walk out of the room before a thought hits Simon.

"So, am I all trained up and badass now?" he says smugly, hazarding a glance over at Jace, who just rolls his eyes and looks at him disbelievingly.

"Simon, you couldn't be badass if you wore all leather and drove a motorcycle."

"Dick."

"I try."

#jimon #eversall #userbritt #simonsblondie #claryfightwood #my fic #u know what i love???#death #this is so fucking gross i love it #i hiope u like it too AAHHH #sunlewis

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eversall · 7 years

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your fic made me emo, i need more simon stuff like yesterday, thank you for supplying me with it. 😭😭

KELSEYYY OF COURSE

#ask #and maddie shall answer #simonsblondie

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adelaides-kanes · 7 years

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↳ Requested by @simonsblondie

“Jace, are you okay?”

#shadowhuntersedit #nephilimdaily #fyeahshadowhunters #tscsource #aleclightwoodedit #mine #jalecpedit #I'm applauding myself for how I manged to color this scene #GIVE DOM ALL THE AWARDS #SH 2x11 #requested

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spookysshadow · 7 years

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Jimon Headcannon Dump

Okay so like some of this is nsfw, but like @simonsblondie and i were discussing jimon as we usually do and I decided the world, or at least the jimon world should be aware of these hc so here we go, theres a lot under the cut, especially a sexy one, huhu hu, i dont know who laughs that, anyway enjoy:

whenever simon moans jace will growl cause like damn he loves when simon makes noises and he just cant help it, it makes him so possessive that he can make simon sound like that, and when simon whimpers when he touches his thigh or stands behind him and pushes simons body into him he also growls cause like simon is his man, and he is all for that. simon finds the growling hella hot too. like hella hot. like he'll wear jaces sweaters and act really innocent in front of jace at home and jace just. cant. resist. cute and innnocent. simon. and he'll growl cause he wants him, now. and when he starts aggressively making out with simons neck simon in his head is like "success" cause he’s a little shit

also simon claws. like hard core. the first time he did it, he felt so bad and ashamed cause like, omg he hurt jace. but jace, all blushing and shit, was liek babe thats hot, i dont actually mind. in fact i really like it.

Heres where it gets sexy

and even after that simon is hesitant, but then one day, after a rough week for both of them, jace with missions and simon with vamp business and dealing with downworlder uprising ish, they just need to let the tension out and jace doesnt even let them get past the front doot till he has simon pushed up against a wall, and its all fast and really instense, and simon in the midst of it just wraps his legs even harder around jace's waist and jace hits that good spot and simon nails find his shoulders and he is just tearing it up cause its so damn good, and jace is an addict for pain and he's like, yeah baby show me how good it feels and simon's just moaning loudly nails dragging down jaces back, like bloody angel wings, and jace is biting the space between simons neck and shoulder. needless to say it was one of the best times they've had

oh and jace, btw, loves showing off the scratches from simon, loves it. He'll walk around shirtless at the institute while training and he'll see people stare at his back and smile. like yay, i gots me a good lover? and you dont, cause aint no one better than simon.

also im pretty sure that they'd be the adventurous sex types like, hey wanna fuck in the bathroom? In a bar? In victor's office when he's at a meeting cause to piss him off? training room? THE LAKE? ON A PICNIC AT THE LAKE? on the roof? at the beach? in your high school bedroom while your mom makes dinner? hell yes

and now heres where it gets sappy

when they have a really rough mission, like a really close call, one of them almost died shit. they'll have sex, or start to cause they are emotinal idiots who dont use words always and so they'll start and simon is usually the first one to break and start crying, not in pain or anything but just in relief because jace is here with him he's fine and jace will start crying too cause my son is emotional and just soft and they end up in an embrace just happy that they are safe, they are loved, and that they will wake up with the other in their arms

and simon loves jaces arms, like so much

like they are HOT but also so nice to be held in, he feels so safe, the safest in such a long time. and he knows that jace likes to be held too, so when they sleep simon is the big spoon unless its a BAD DAY, and jace will like cuddle up to simon

and simon is dying inside cause he's strong beefy boyfirend is such a soft bean who like has no idea what a mango is omg simon teaching jace mundane things like food shopping and taking him on mall dates, they go to amusement parks and OMG GO CART RIDES

MY ABS FAV HC THOUGH is simon is a huge romantic right and he always wanted to be wooed cause he's hella sappy like that, to woo and be wooed there is no half ass woo.

and so one night i cant help falling in love with you comes on and simon loves that song and jace, just decides to dance with simon, and they're both in like pjs pants, simon has an avengers tee jace is shirtless cause he knows that the scratches make simon blush, and he walks over to simon and is all like, may I have this dance in like a fake accent and simon laughs and is like sure

so they start comically dancing for a few seconds, lots of twirling and laughing but the jace pulls simon in close and just wraps his arms around his waist and just starts calmly swaying with him, and simon has his hands around his neck and their foreheads touch and they words "take my hand, take my whole life too. cause i cant help falling in love with you"

plays and jace is like hey, and simon is like hey and its all soft and quiet, only loud enough for the other to here and jace is just so mesmerized by his brown eyes and he's just blurts out, i love you. and simon just smiles cause, finally he's found love, like his mom and dads, the real deal, sappy romantic kind, so with tears in his eyes he smiles and says. i love you too. and they slow dance the night away

ta-da

#jimon #kfc speaks #i am a puddle of fluff and cute #Simon Lewis #Jace Wayland #enjoy peeps #these are the thoughts that plague me #seriously though #how cute would slow dancing be?#so cute #i just want both my boys safe and soft #let them rest #let them nap

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poklina · 7 years

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nobody asked but yet here it is. i rewrote monday’s scene with jace crying because i love suffering

chapter 2 of torn apart on saturday and then something big comin in abt a week anyways here it is

skyline - 2.3k

The first time he found Alec on the roof of the Institute, Jace didn't really understand why he had to come up here to let out his anger. It was cold, and the New York traffic was loud and distracting, and if Alec wanted to shoot arrows, why didn't he just do it down in the training room?

But Alec kept going up there, and Jace kept following. At any hour of the day or night, you could be sure that Jace has sat with his back to the door, just watching Alec shoot arrow after arrow until his hands were rubbed raw. It got to a point where Jace just stopped asking why, and started asking how can I help.

Damn, what I'd give for someone to ask me why.

The thought floated through his head like a piece of paper on the wind, quickly brought down by another choking sob that clawed it's way out of his throat. He didn't know how long he'd been up here, and he found that he really didn't care. His head was pounding and another wave shot through it every time another pathetic cry tore out of his throat. No one could hear him up here, or see him.

Maybe that's why Alec came up here so often.

The heel of his hands came up to wipe at his eyes roughly , resulting in just more blurred vision and hot tears sliding down his face. Why was he so fucking upset?

Oh yeah. Simon.

He'd tried to avoid him, he really did. After the bite, Jace felt like he couldn't breathe when he was around Simon. Of course, that wasn't really any different from normal, but this...this was worse. Every time he saw him, he was just reminded him of everything he could never have; a happy ending. Simon was with Clary, and obviously loved every minute that he was, that much was obvious. What with the constant kissing and the hugging and twirling and -

Anyways. He'd thought it would've gotten better with time, with distance and separation, but even that didn't work. Because Simon was everywhere, even when he wasn't physically around. Jace kept seeing everywhere; in Clary's smile, in Izzy's jokes, in Jace's blood, crawling towards his heart like a poison. So he turned to fighting, training. The only thing he really knew about himself right now. In the courtyard, sparring with Alec, he almost felt normal again. Felt like nothing had changed.

But then Inquisitor Herondale showed up just to punctuate the fact that none of this was in any way 'normal'.

Being sent to get Clary felt like the universe had a personal vendetta against him. Because whenever Clary wasn't in the Institute, she was with Simon. And there he was. Sitting on a bench, looking every bit like the normal Mundane that he had grown to hate so much, just soaking up the sun like it was all just a regular fucking day. But none of this was fucking normal, and he didn't know why he was so angry all of a sudden, they're dating, they're allowed to sit together, you prick -

And then Simon had to lean in to kiss her, and the only thing that Jace could see was red.

Because he had felt that way before. He had felt Simon underneath him, drawing blood into his mouth like sucking a bruise into his neck, and Jace knew he shouldn't interfere, he knew that Simon was never his to begin with, he knew all of this and he hated that he knew it. Because he wanted more. Jace hated that he wanted more, wanted to feel Simon under him again and again and again, and in more places than just his arm. A fire roared in his stomach as he watched them on the bench, his brain clouded over with pictures of him and Simon against a wall, Simon sucking bruises into his neck, Jace doing the same, and Jace knew that he shouldn't want this, but oh, he did.

By God, did he want that.

It took every ounce of strength in him to move out from behind the van and step up to the happy couple without tearing Clary away and launching her into the river before them. Jace had become detached, a cold anger slowly searing it's way through his veins, and he thought it better this way. Because at least now, he could actually stand to look at Simon.

But then the idiot vampire started to talk to him.

He barely heard anything that he was saying, just letting his autopilot take over, lest he say something completely out of line. Distantly, he heard his responses to Simon's genuine kindness, too sharp and cruel for someone this genuine. He just wanted to walk away, find a tree to collapse against and scream into his palms how fucking unfair it was that he couldn't have him.

Simon actually leaned into hug him. Thank God he had enough mindfulness to turn him down bitterly, words slicing through the air like knives. Lord knows what he would've done had Simon actually had the chance to hold him.

(A small, selfish part of him wants to go back and find out.)

Oh. He remembers why he's on the roof. It's because of Clary.

She knows that they're not related. It should feel like a weight lifted off of his chest, a responsibility that he no longer has to be the sole keeper of. But it doesn't feel like that.

This feels like a bitter acid, eating away at him. Repeating everything she said to him in bright, bright Technicolor. Of course he didn't tell her at first. He know's exactly what she's going to do, and he can't bear to see Simon hurt like that. If she thinks it's about her, it is. It's all about her and what she's going to do to Simon when she finally decides she's sick of her rebound. And Jace swears to every living thing, he doesn't want Simon to get hurt. He doesn't want Simon to see how terrible love is like he did when his dad snapped his falcon's neck at 6 years old.

But another part of him does. Another part, dark and selfish, dripping in blood and vampire venom wants to see Simon break. And he wants to be there to pick up the pieces, put him back together gently and carefully, until his cracks are no more than shining silver scars.

Jace wants to hate that part of himself, but he can't fucking do it.

She told him to feel, that emotions can be helpful. How can she so…blind. Can't she see that's exactly what got him up here in the first place? He feels so strongly around Simon, it fucking feels like its tearing him apart, that's what it fucking feels like. He can't even stand to think of him, let alone be near him. Simon like is a flame and he is gunpowder, and he knows to the core of his soul that he needs to leave him alone, stay far, far away from this sunshine bright man, but he - he just can't. Jace wants to know what it's like to go up in flames, and love every second of it.

Is this what you mean, Clary? Is this how you want me to 'feel'? he thinks viciously, triggering a new flood of tears to come down over his face, teeth grinding together. He's been up here for only 5 minutes. Already, he doesn't remember what he was crying about. He just knows that when Clary hurts Simon, he will rip her limb from limb and see how she fucking feels about that -

The door scrapes across the bottom of the roof, sending a jarring noise straight up Jace's spine that tightens every muscle in his body with apprehension, waiting for the mocking of whoever's behind him. That is, until he hears Alec start to talk about the Inquisitor, like he could care about whatever that old lady was doing. He barely hears anything Alec is saying to him, until his hand lands on his shoulder and turns him around gently, absorbing the sight of Jace's bloodshot eyes and tears streaked face.

He doesn't ask any questions. He just pulls Jace close to him and lets him feel a little bit longer.

They eventually end up with their backs to the door, looking out over the New York skyline in silence. Alec hasn't said anything since he came up here, and the only noise Jace has made is the aborted sobs that he tries desperately to keep pushed down in his chest. He's stopped crying, for the most part. Alec's shoulder is wet with the proof that it took him longer than it should have to stop, and his pounding headache provides more evidence. They simply sit side by side, Alec waiting for the explanation that he knows Jace desperately needs to give. But he doesn't push. He knows what it's like to be pushed.

"It's him, Alec." Jace finally says, barely louder than a whisper, but Alec can hear him clear as day.

"Simon?"

"Of course its fucking Simon. He's been causing me problems since day fucking one and now I can't - I can't get him out of my head -" Jace continues, eyes screwed shut and hands pressing hard into his temples, as if he was trying to push any thought of Simon out of existence. God, if only it worked that way.

"What happened that night?" Alec asked slowly, glancing over at Jace to gauge his reaction. None was given; he simply stayed as he was, knees locked to his chest and hands buried in his hair.

"You can't tell anyone. Okay? Not Clary, or Izzy, or Luke, no one. No one can know, Alec."

"I swear it."

Jace swallowed hard, and his conversation with Simon came back in full force at the front of his mind. Of course, he shouldn't tell Alec. But at this point, he didn't really seem to care.

"Valentine - Valentine slit his throat open. Alec, it was - it was awful. There was so much blood, fuck -" Jace managed to get out before his throat closed up entirely. Images flashed through his head, the red red red of Simon's blood against his skin, the coppery tang in the room that hit him like a train. It was all Jace could do to not start crying again then and there. "I went in as Clary to - to try and save him."

"He bit you." Alec said quietly, a slow realization blooming in his chest.

"Yea." Jace whispered back, sounding like the shell of a man who had been broken one too many times and was tired of being put back together.

"And then?"

"What do you think, Alec?" Jace said, a venomous sort of desperation leaking into his voice like oil dripping from his tongue. "He bit me, and I liked it. I thought I liked him before, but now - now I can't get him away from me." At this, he finally looked up at Alec, eyes considerably dryer than before but still hard and cold with anger. "Alec. He's - he's in my skin, and my blood, and every time I look at him I want him so fucking badly. And - and I know I can't have him, can't ever fucking have him and it - it makes me want him even more."

Alec doesn't respond. How can he? What do you say to someone who's never going to get what they deserve, as much as they want it? Jace was right; Simon is happy with Clary -

And suddenly it all makes sense.

Of course he didn't tell her. He wanted to win Simon over, not come crawling to him to try and pick up the pieces. Alec's heart feels like its been cracked in 2, clean and sharp, no pain, just a dull aching throb of I'msorryI'msorryJaceI'msososorry. But even as Alec looked at Jace helplessly, he couldn't help but get stuck on something else he'd said.

"You liked him - before?" Alec said quietly, more to the stone roof under him than the person sitting next to him. It didn't matter; Alec could still feel Jace's sharp intake of breath after he realized what he'd just said. There was silence for a moment or two, as Jace tried to weigh how much of a mess he'd already made, and how much more could be made with his next few words.

"Of course I did."

There was nothing more to be said after that. Both of them knew that nothing could ever come of whatever Jace wanted. There were too many variables, too many things that could go wrong. Jace tried but failed to hold back another sob as the heels of his hands dug into his eyes, trying to stem the flow of tears that was steadily making it way down his face. Alec heard the choked noise and scooted closer to Jace, swinging an arm around him and pulling him into his side.

They sat that way for a long moment, Alec resting his head against the stone behind him as Jace continued to cry into his side. This was a part of Jace that didn't surface very often, and yet when it did, it came with a vengeance that required at least half an hour to calm him down. Every time he got this way, Alec's heart broke a little more for his parabatai, someone who deserves the world and gets nothing in return.

Jace still doesn't quite understand why Alec comes up here so often, but after today, he thinks he's starting to get it.

#jimon #eversall #simonsblondie #userbritt #claryfightwood #my fics #i was talkin abt this with kelsey and the this happened 4 days later #wow #anyways i hope u like this just smthing little

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johnhaos · 7 years

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jimon + jace being behind the door with simon with clary telling simon she wants to be with him.

Thank you so much for the prompt :) Here you go, I hope you like it!!

it’s you [read on ao3]

It had been half an hour since Simon told Jace he was on his way to the Institute and Jace still hadn’t seen him. Normally Jace wouldn’t think much of it. He wasn’t Simon’s only friend at the Institute after all, but he and Simon had made plans to watch movies together and it was unlike Simon to be late for that so Jace went to look for him.

As he passed Clary’s door, Jace could hear her and Simon’s muffled voices inside. Figuring that Clary had seen her best friend when he arrived and pulled him in for a chat, Jace decided to just head back to his room to wait for Simon, but as he was about to leave he heard his name.

“Clary, is this about Jace?” Simon asked. Without thinking, Jace moved closer to the door so he could hear them more clearly.

“What? No, Simon this isn’t about- It’s about-” Clary paused and took a deep breath. “I know we’ve been friends, best friends, for ages and the last thing I’d want to do is ruin that but I really like you Simon and I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go out me?”

Jace’s heart dropped at Simon’s response a few moments later.

“Clary, I love you-”

Jace had heard enough. Head reeling, he pushed himself away from the door and headed back towards his bedroom. He’d suspected that Simon might have feelings for Clary for a while now but hearing that Clary had been the one to make a move took him by surprise. He and Simon had been getting closer over the past few weeks and Jace had begun to wonder if there could be something between them but now he had no doubt that Simon and Clary would get together. He flopped onto his bed in defeat, hugging a pillow to his chest.

Ten minutes later there was a gentle knock on Jace’s door.

“Go away.” Jace mumbled into his pillow.

“What?” The voice that floated through the door was Simon’s and Jace groaned. “Jace, it’s me. I thought we were going to watch movies?”

“Leave me alone,” Jace called out, hoping that Simon would get the message.

“Jace, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” When there was no answer Simon continued. “Jace, has something happened? Please let me in.”

Sighing, Jace rolled off his bed and went to answer the door. He’d hoped to have a bit more time before he saw Simon to think about what he was going to say but hearing the worry in Simon’s voice changed his mind.

“Hey,” Simon said, casting his gaze up and down Jace’s body, checking for any signs of what was wrong. “What’s going on?”

Jace pulled Simon into the room, shutting the door behind him. He reached up a hand to run a hand through his hair before he answered.

“So I guess congratulations are in order,” he began, words tinged with bitterness.

“Congratulations?” Simon’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“On you and Clary finally getting together.”

“Me and Clary? We aren’t together.”

“But you told Clary you loved her, I heard you-”

“Wait. You heard me?” Simon looked unimpressed and Jace shifted uncomfortably.

“I- Yeah. I came to look for you and I heard you and Clary talking in her room. I wasn’t intending to eavesdrop but then I heard my name and couldn’t stop myself from listening in. I know I shouldn’t have. It was a private moment between the two of you and I had no right. Simon, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Well, no, you shouldn’t have done it, but I forgive you. But Jace, did you hear the rest? After I told Clary I loved her, I mean.”

Jace just shook his head and Simon sighed.

“Oh, Jace. You missed the most important part.”

Jace gave Simon a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“I turned her down. I told Clary that I didn’t want to be with her. I told her that I loved her and she was my best friend but that I wasn’t interested in dating her. That I didn’t feel that way about her because I already feel that way about someone else,” Simon said with the hint of a smile, his gaze fixed steadily on Jace. Jace’s eyes widened, heart pounding, scarcely daring to hope that Simon was talking about him, that Jace was the person that Simon was interested in. Jace wanted to ask him who he was talking about but the words were stuck at the back of his throat as he looked back at Simon.

“You see, I’ve got my heart set on a certain blond Shadowhunter.” Simon continued, eyes searching Jace’s face for a reaction. “It’s you, Jace. It’s been you since the moment we met and you grabbed my hand. I just didn’t realise it for a while. You’re captivating, Jace. You grab my attention whenever you enter a room and I think about you all the time. Yes, I love Clary but because she’s my best friend and she’s always been there for me, not because I want to date her. Because I don’t. I want to date you.”

Simon dropped his gaze from Jace’s face, too nervous to maintain eye contact, and instead focused intently on the pattern of Jace’s bed sheets.

“Simon-” Jace’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat and began again, “Simon, hey, look at me.” Simon lifted his head slowly to see Jace smiling back at him. Reaching out, Jace took Simon’s hand and laced their fingers together, pleased to see the way Simon’s face lit up as he did so.

“You caught my attention that day too, but with everything that’s been happening I didn’t allow myself to think about it, to act on it. But these last few weeks, spending all this time with you and getting to know you made me realise I don’t want to keep holding back. I want to be with you, Simon.”

Simon grinned, eyes flickering from Jace’s eyes to Jace’s lips as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

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poklina · 7 years

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jimon + "what do you want me to say- sorry??" "no I want you to say it won't happen again. sorry means nothing" "I can't do that" make of that what you will, thank you!!!! hope this is a good prompt

hope this is a good prompt???? u just gave me the Most angst and i love u so much i’ve been writing too much soft lately i needed some of that good Pain and Suffering tm anyways Than k U for the prompt i hope u like what i wrote :)

torn apart - 2.5k

Simon has never been a reckless person. Ever.

Being the oldest sibling, he was constantly under his mom’s thumb, making sure he didn’t do anything completely stupid and ruin his life forever. He never wanted to, anyways, because he loved his mom and smoking pot just sounded boring. Sure, he’s gone on a couple roller coasters and drank some wine with Clary after sophomore homecoming, but that’s pretty much the extent of his rebellious phase.

Needless to say, Clary is pretty shocked when he tells her that he’s dating Jace, the absolute definition of bad decision made without any further consideration. If Simon had a dime for every time he thought that Jace was either going to come home missing a limb or dead, he’d be able to pay for the stress medication he should be taking whenever Jace goes out on a hunt. Shadowhunting isn’t a fun business, and it’s definitely not an easy job, but it always seems like when the Lightwood siblings come back from a hunt, Jace is always the one that looks like he’s been put through a meat grinder three or four times.

The first couple weeks they were together, Simon just chalked Jace’s injuries to the fact that he had to kill actual demons for a living. It wasn’t like he was killing a spider, Simon reasoned, so of course he’s going to come home with a different black eye every other week. It wasn’t like Alec and Izzy were coming back scratch free, either.

But they weren’t coming back with broken finger or ankles every other time.

After those first couple weeks, Simon knew that something else was going on. Jace always had the worse injuries, always had to be half dragged into the Institute after a hunt just because of how badly he was hurt. Every time he saw him on his way to the infirmary, head lolling back and forth like a puppet whose strings had been cut, it broke Simon’s heart.

Finally, after the 3rd broken leg in a month. Simon had had enough. He practically begged Alec to let him come on one of their missions, after swearing seven ways to Sunday that he was just going to watch, and that he wouldn’t interfere at all, and that if he did Alec had every right to kill the demon and then Simon.

They left right as the sun started going down, just Alec, Jace, and him. It was supposedly a relatively easy job; a newly turned werewolf had been roughing up some Mundanes pretty badly, and they were just supposed to go and retrieve them so Luke could come and pick them up. “Nothing we haven’t done a hundred times before.” Alec assured him, as his eyes stayed trained on the bow that he was runing up. Simon could sense Jace behind him, heart beating faster than usual, but not as fast as to be nervous.

Simon was too busy wrapped up in his own head to notice Jace approaching him from behind, causing him to jump slightly when two arms wrapped around his waist and a soft kiss was pressed to the crook of his neck. He turned his head slightly to see Jace’s hair falling over his face, and he gently reached up a hand to brush it away so he could see his eyes. Simon looked at Jace for a moment, trying to decide if he was nervous for himself or Simon, before Jace lifted his head and looked straight at him, eyes soft and kind, just like always.

“Don’t worry babe. You’re going to be fine.” Jace said with a low voice, a tiny smile stretching over his lips in reassurance before leaning in to kiss Simon’s cheek. Simon could feel a blush starting in his cheeks, but it did nothing to ease the apprehension that was twisting in stomach.

“It’s not me that I’m worried about.” Simon murmured, leaning back into Jace to feel his arms tighten slightly around his waist to keep him steady.

“Simon, don’t be worried about me. I am the greatest Shadowhunter ever.” Jace said back, smile breaking wide over his face, and even Simon couldn’t resist doing the same. They were snapped out of their little moment by Alec clearing his throat loudly. They both jumped apart quickly, embarrassment crawling up Simon’s neck and mixing with the fear that was growing even larger, for some reason.

“Come on. We’ve gotta get going.” Alec said before turning around and striding towards the large double doors of the Institute, looking every bit the leader that he was. Jace followed right after, only pausing briefly to look back at Simon and jerk his head to follow. Simon started and caught up to him, slipping his hand in Jace’s before they pushed open the doors and headed out into the world.

Finding the werewolf had been easy enough. All they had to do was follow the trail of Mundanes lying on their backs, groaning in pain resulting from the claw marks on their shoulder. Luckily enough, it was relatively simple to convince them that it wasn’t a wolf that had attacked them, just a particularly nasty dog. They followed the trail until it lead them into an alley between an office building and a tiny Italian restaurant. It smelled like printer ink and rotten tomatoes, and at the end of the alley, hunched in the corner, was a large brown wolf.

Simon looked at Alec only to find him gesturing towards a dumpster, one that would allow him cover while still being able to see what was going on in front of him. Slowly, he crept over and knelt down behind it, holding his breath until he was behind it before realizing that he didn’t need to breathe (that was one vampire trait that he was still getting used too).

He looked behind him to see Alec and Jace advancing on the wolf slowly, Alec’s bow hanging loosely by his side with an arrow already nocked, and Jace with his seraph blade raised slightly. They moved quietly, making sure not to startle the wolf in case he decided to fight back, and before long they were at the end of the alley. Simon leaned out behind his dumpster a little bit more, just so he could see what was happening.

Alec reached the wolf first, speaking so quietly that Simon could only make out a couple words here and there, “okay” and “safe” and “home.” Jace stood back a foot, blade raised warily and shoulders tensed in a fighting stance. At first, it seemed like the wolf was actually going to cooperate, as they raised their head and stared at Alec with big, doleful eyes.

But of course, nothing ever goes well with these three.

The wolf was up and snarling in an instant, and even though Simon was far enough back where he couldn’t get hurt, a spike of fear lanced up his spine all the same. Alec’s bow came up, string taut and ready to fire, but he never got a chance to use it.

As soon as the wolf started to growl, Jace launched in front of Alec and pushed him backwards, blades drawn and out in front of him. From where he was, Simon could only see Jace’s back, but he could hear him crystal clear.

“Come on, wolfie. Come and take a bite outta me.”

Snarling, the wolf leaped towards him, teeth bared and claws outstretched. Simon wanted to run up and push Jace out of the way, but he was stuck in his hiding place, partly out of fear, and partly out of anger.

Because even as the wolf landed on Jace and tore it’s claws down his shoulder, Jace made no movement whatsoever to try and escape.

He just stood there, like a statue, seraph blades raised high and feet squared in attack position. Everything about him seemed to scream fighter, but he did nothing. Simply stood there and let the wolf rake its claws down his front.

Simon didn’t know what he was feeling. As he stood there and watched his boyfriend get mauled by a werewolf, he could only feel a cold sense of dread rising up in his stomach and choking him out.

Alec stepped in after a moment, landing a solid kick onto the wolf’s side that sent it flying into the wall. Jace fell to his knees, hand coming up to clutch the scratches running up and down his front and shoulders. The wolf hit the wall and slid down to the floor with a pained noise. From where he was, Simon could see past Jace as the wolf turned back into a human. A girl, no older than 16.

Simon watched from behind his dumpster as Alec pulled out his phone and called someone, muttering “Yeah, we got her. Alley between an Italian place and an insurance company. We’re on 51st. Cool, thanks Luke. Yeah, see you later.”

With that, he shoved his phone in his pocket and walked towards where Simon was crouched, extending his hand to help him up. Simon took it shakily and pulled himself to his feet, shooting a concerned glance down the alley to where Jace was kneeling. Alec followed his gaze and let out a sigh.

“How many times? Does he do that?” Simon asked quietly, watching as Jace pulled up his sleeve shakily to draw an iratze under his wounds. Three claw marks extended from his shoulder blades to right underneath his collar bone, blood dripping out slowly.

“Every time. You should count yourself lucky. Usually it's much worse than this.” Alex replied in the same quiet tone, sorrow weaving in between the words all the while.

They stood in silence, watching Jace as he drew iratze after iratze over his assorted wounds, shimmering slightly and weaving the muscles back together every time. Eventually, he stood back up, stretching his arms out with a grimace and walked towards them.

Silently, the three of them turned around and headed out of the alleyway, and back towards the Institute.

The walk back to the Institute was silent, only punctuated by quiet birdsong and the occasional siren of an ambulance. When they got back to the church, Alec was the first one through the doors, leaving Jace and Simon standing out on the steps, looking at the setting sun with a detached interest. Neither of them really wanted to go inside, both being content to just stand with each other. Simon, however, was less that pleased with everything that he’d seen that day.

As he stood on the steps of the Institute, the quiet anger that had been burning in him ever since the alley bubbled over. Vaguely, he felt his hands shaking slightly with anger, but he had much bigger things to worry about.

“What the fuck, Jace?” He asked quietly, eyes glued to the stone beneath him. He could sense as Jace turned his head to look at him, but Simon was afraid of what he might say if he did the same.

“What are you talking about, Simon?” Jace replied, mild confusion leaking its way into his voice.“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Simon snapped back, hands curling into fists at his side. His vision had started to haze red with anger, brain whirling and trying to rationalize what the fuck Jace had been thinking. “Back in the alley. You - you let that wolf attack you. You didn’t even try to stop her, Jace. It’s - it’s like you wanted it to hurt you.”

Jace didn’t reply for a long moment. The only thing Simon could hear was the wind rustling through the trees, and the steady thudding of Jace’s pulse. A moment passed. Then two. Still no response. After the silence almost becoming unbearable, Simon opened his mouth to say something, before he was cut off by Jace.

“I just - I - I don’t know.”

“You’re going to have to do better than I don’t know, Jace.” Simon seethed, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. How could he not know? That’s not something you just don’t know.

“Jesus, Simon, what do you want me to say? Sorry?” Jace bit back, venom dripping from every word and then Simon had had more than enough. His head jerked up and eyes landed right on Jace’s, which were burning with anger and frustration.

“Sorry? Sorry?” Simon replied, voice growing louder and louder because what was going ON, “You think that sorry’s going to make this better? I watched you practically get torn apart back there, Jace! Sorry doesn’t mean anything!” He was yelling at this point, and he could feel angry tears welling up in his eyes at the thought. How could he think like this? Why was he doing this?

“Then tell me what to say, Simon.” Jace yelled back, taking a step towards him at the same time, fists balled in anger like Simon’s.

“I want you to tell me why you let that wolf practically maul you without fucking fighting back! I want you to say you won’t do that again, you fucking asshole!” Simon screamed, voice breaking as the tears started to flow over his cheeks, hand coming up to hit Jace hard in the sternum. But then, there was just silence.

Simon looked at Jace expectantly, trying to see if there was an answer hidden in his eyes. But there was just anger, and frustration, and just the tiniest bit of regret. Simon pushed off Jace’s chest and stepped back again, hands returning to fists at his side. Jace looked down at the ground, throat working as he tried to come up with a reasonable response.

“I can’t do that.” he whispered to the ground, and Simon felt his heart fall through his stomach and shatter on the steps below him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I can’t tell you that I won’t do it again. Simon, you don’t understand, I -”Jace replied, desperation saturating his voice as his hands fell limp at his sides and all of the anger drained out of his shoulders. Simon watched Jace cave in on himself, and it felt like he was watching him die.

“No, I think I do, Jace,” he interrupted coolly, anger evaporating into a detached sense of calm and regret churning in his stomach, “I think that I understand perfectly well.”

“Simon, please, just let me explain -”

“When you’re ready to tell me the truth, Jace, I’ll listen. But I can’t stand here and listen to you tell me that you wanted that wolf to hurt you like she did -”

“That’s exactly what I wanted, Simon. Please, just let me -” Jace said, reaching out to try and grab Simon’s wrist, trying to make him stay and understand, but he wouldn’t. Simon ripped his hand away right as he grabbed it, and he used the momentum to push himself towards the doors. He could dimly hear Jace calling after him, but his head was too filled with questions and doubt and fear at what Jace had just told him. He kept walking into the Institute, and as he pushed open the wide oak doors, he didn’t look back.

#eversall #abloodneed #claryfightwood #simonsblondie #jimon #my fic #this is...depressing #but i love writing deression #also i think i could write a part 2 but idk if i want to ANYWAYS #i hope yall like it #Anonymous

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johnhaos · 7 years

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Thank you for Existing. Send this to 10 people, who, in your opinion, deserve such a sweet message in their inboxes ( ◡‿◡ ♡) ILU SO MUCH

Thank you, Kelsey!!

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aleclwb · 7 years

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THANK YOU MY SAVIOR!!!

UR WELCOME LMAO

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poklina · 7 years

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you killed me thank you!

u did this to ursef bitch

#simonsblondie

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johnhaos · 7 years

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I didn't think it could be true Let alone that it would be you I think I'm in love again

requested by @simonsblondie

#nephilimdaily #tscsource #jimonedit #shadowhuntersedit #jimon #shadowhunters #*sh #requests #200 #*mine

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johnhaos · 7 years

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When you come around in your skinny jeans I don't know how to feel But now I know the drill I'm stuck I'm stuck

requested by @simonsblondie

#nephilimdaily #tscsource #jimonedit #shadowhuntersedit #jimon #shadowhunters #*sh #requests #i hope you like it :)#200 #*mine

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poklina · 7 years

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@simonsblondie the only one u have to blame for this is yourself i hope you’re happyu

anhyways here’s 2k of pure fucking angst because i love jkilling myself

tw: major character death fyi

go quietly - 2k

From the moment that Simon had rolled out of bed that morning, he knew something bad was going to happen. He'd been on edge all day, the growing sensation of fear and anticipation rotting a hole in his chest. The only thing he could figure, though, was that something was going to happen with the vampires, and he didn't really care about what happened to them.

Then Valentine had escaped and everything went to shit surprisingly quickly.

However, the feeling didn't go away when he found out that he had escaped, and that just made Simon even more scared. What could be worse than Valentine escaping? His thoughts were going a mile a minute as he burst out of the Institute doors, trailing after Izzy, Clary, and Alec. Magnus was going to meet them half way as they tried to track him down, and Luke was on his way as well with Maia. Meliorn had flat out sneered at them when they tried to ask for his help, and instead just turned away and walked off. Simon was bringing up the back, palms sweating as the feeling grew larger and larger in his chest. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder, and he whirled around, fangs ready to attack.

"Woah, it's just me, Simon." Jace smiled at him and Simon felt himself relax immediately. They'd only been dating for about 2 months, but every time Simon saw him, it was like falling in love all over again. The smile dropped from Jace's face and was replaced by furrowed brows and a small frown. "You've been really jumpy today. Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I just - Yea, I'm fine." Simon gritted out forcing a fake smile onto his face, because Jace had other things to worry about, not his boyfriends gut feelings.

"Are you sure? You seem pretty nervous -"

"Jace, don't worry about me. I'm fine, really." Simon said quietly, stepping closer to Jace and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Come on, we've got a supervillan to kill."

Jace pulled away and smiled slightly, so Simon allowed himself to do the same, causing the pounding in his chest to abate, even if for just a second. Jace looked at him for a quick second, face still not convinced that he was telling the truth, before grabbing Simon's hand and brushing past him, dragging Simon along with him.

They had to jog to catch up to the group, who was stopped about 50 feet in front of them. Luke, Maia, and Magnus had all arrived, and everyone was huddled in a circle, discussing the best plan of action.

"- have to be quiet about it, we can't let him know we're coming."

"Did we find Valentine?" Jace asked, dropping Simon's hand and stepping in closer, causing everyone to look to him.

"Yes. He's hiding by Central Park, but he's moving quickly. We have to be fast." Magnus answers, face completely blank. Simon has known him long enough know that this means he's really scared, and that just causes Simon's heart to drop even further.

"What are we doing standing around then? We have to go!" Jace says impatiently, and even starts off in the direction of the park before Alec catches his wrist and pulls him back.

"We'd never reach him by walking, and besides. We need to be careful about this. If we don't capture him again..." Alec trails off, eyes darting to Magnus, filled with worry, and Magnus responds by squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.

"We'll catch him." Izzy cuts in, eyes hard with determination. "But Jace is right. We need to hurry up."

"Okay. Here's the plan -"

The sun is just beginning to set as they step out of the portal into Central Park. Alec had finished giving them the strategy, and they all had a moment to digest before running into action. They had gone through in two's; Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Luke and Maia, and finally Simon and Jace.

The feeling in Simon's gut nearly doubled in size when he stepped into the dusk at central park, but he pushed it down before he could do anything about it. This was no time for hunches; it was time to fight.

Luckily, Magnus had been able to pinpoint exactly where Valentine was, and portalled them into a clump of trees, just behind him. Alec looked to them all and signaled, everyone breaking off to crouch quietly behind a tree. The Shadowhunters pulled their weapons, Luke and Maia's eyes flashed green, Magnus had a ball of pulsing red energy at the ready, and Simon? Well, Simon was just trying not to throw up on behalf of the feeling in his stomach.

After that, things happened much too quickly for Simon to remember.

It's mostly just random moments; Valentine whirling around to see them, snarl growing on his face; Luke and Maia charging out in wolf form, taking Valentine down swiftly before he threw them both off with a strength that no mortal man should have possessed; the rest of them running out from behind the trees as Valentine's eyes grow wider and a maniac light enters them; Alec and Izzy coming at him from both sides before being tossed aside, slamming into the ground and staying there -

However, no matter how much Simon wishes he could forget the next sequence of events, they play in his mind in bright technicolor, every moment heartbreakingly real no matter how much he wants it to not be.

With Alec and Izzy down, it's just Clary, Jace and him left, and they all connect eyes before Simon and Clary race out, but not before Simon can press a kiss to Jace's lips and whisper out a rushed "I love you."

Clary comes out on Valentines right, so she's the first one he sees, angry fire lighting up his eyes in a chilling way before he strides towards her, blade drawn as well. Clary swings first, but it's wide and much too out of control so Valentine easily bats it away. They scuffle for a moment, and it quickly becomes obvious that Clary is no match for him, as the butt of his sword comes down right in the center of her chest. Clary stumbles back into a tree, and drops to the ground with a quiet release of air. From where he's standing, Simon can see that she's still breathing, but the feeling in his chest is taking over everything thought process he has, so he doesn't notice until too late that Valentine has spotted him.

When he finally comes too, Valentine is less than 2 steps away from him, eyes blazing with a hatred the likes of which Simon has never seen before, and he knows that there's nothing he can do. The feeling in his chest isn't going away, and the only thing that he's thinking is this is it, I shouldn't have come, I knew something was going to happen, oh God, what about Jace as he prepares for the cold metal to plunge right into his heart-

But it never comes.

Instead, Simon watches in silent horror as Jace jumps out from where he's hidden and pushes Simon away, sending him reeling to the ground, and before he can even process what just happened, Valentine is sinking his sword into Jace and the whole world falls away from him.

Jace has a look of horror on his face, and as Valentine rips the sword out of his body he drops like a puppet who's strings had been cut, hands desperately clutching at his chest, trying to stop the bleeding, However, Simon doesn't see any of this, because as soon as Valentine sunk his sword into Jace, he'd been running right towards him, fangs out and running on rage as he crashes right into him -

And rips Valentine's throat out.

Simon doesn't remember doing it, but when he comes out of his haze, his whole front is covered in blood, and Valentine - or what's left of him - is laying on the ground at his feet, blood covering every square inch of him. Simon stands above the corpse, breathing heavily before he hears a small breath behind him and everything comes rushing back.

Horrified, he whirls around to the boy behind him, and quickly runs over to stoop down by his side. Jace is breathing shallowly, eyes fluttering with every hoarse intake. Simon's fingers skitter over the gaping wound in his chest, barely keeping it together as he sees how deep it really is, the red slowly staining the rest of his shirt.

"Jace, oh my G- fuck, please, shit, you fucking asshole, please." Simon babbles unconsciously, not even sure what he's begging for but knowing that he can't stay quiet because quiet means death and Jace is not going to die before him. "Why- why'd you do that, you fucking idiot. We - we have to get help, fuck, Magnus!" He shouts wildly, eyes never leaving the boy in front of him.

"S - Simon..." Jace grits out weakly, face tightening with effort.

"No no no, don't - don't talk, we'll fix this, I promise." Simon can barely get the words out through the rock in his throat and the tears streaming down his eyes, wiping at his face furiously so he can see Jace better. "We - we have so much more to do, it - it's not gonna end like this, Jace, please."

"Did - did we get him?" Jace says weakly, eyes slipping shut.

"Jace, open your eyes, come on. Yea, I got him, I got the bastard." Simon rushes out, pulling Jace as close as he can to him, cradling his head in his lap. The blood is staining the grass around them, but Simon couldn't even find it in him to care about the world ending - which is funny because his world is dying with the blonde boy in his lap.

"Simon..."

"No, you are not going to turn this into a war movie where you tell me you love me before you die, because you are not going to die, Jace." Simon says furiously, eyes trained on Jace, only Jace, always only Jace.

"No - you - you need to know." Jace coughs out weakly, straining with the effort it takes to get the words out.

"Jace, for the love of everything holy, please stop talking, you are not going to die." Simon can barely understand what he's saying anymore, his sobs are coming so thick and heavy, but by some miracle Jace can, but he never fucking listens.

"Simon. I love you - so, so fucking much." Jace murmurs quietly, hand moving slowly towards Simon's, who grabs it far tighter than he needs to, as if this is going to save him.

"G- Fuck- Jace, I love you too. I always have, please don't leave me." Simon says, forcing the words out and barely succeeding. He can hardly see Jace through his tears anymore, but he cant bring himself to move any part of him away from him.

"Simon..." Jace's eyes open, unfocused and hazy, trying to fix on Simon one last time before the light leaves them completely. Simon feels the hand slip away from his, and everything in him - his soul, his unbeating heart, his very fucking atoms- shatters.

"No, no no no no NO! Jace, come back, please, fuck, come back." Simon screams because nothing could be worse than this, not death, not even dying 100 times over, nothing even compares to this suffering. "No, please, don't do this to me, please come back."

As everyone else around the clearing slowly comes too and processes the corpse of Valentine laying, mutilated, in front of them, Simon simply rocks Jace back and forth in his arms, horrible choking sound coming out instead of words. This is how they find him, and Simon fights so hard against them pulling him away from Jace they have to knock him out with a rock, screaming "No, don't, don't take him away from me, please, please, I need him."

"I need him."

"I love him."

#eversall #userbritt #claryfightwood #my fic #jimon #PLEasE BE CAREFUL READING THIS #IT MIGHT BE TRUGGERING IM SORRY #death tw//#anyays im so sorry for thi i just lov writing angst Al Lor #i swear I'll write something happy next i Promise.

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