✩ JIMON WEEK ✩ ↳ day 5: lyrics
Oh you were the only boy to call me pretty The sex was heaven sent Thinking on the memory And all the subtext - Wilder.
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✩ JIMON WEEK ✩ ↳ day 5: lyrics
Oh you were the only boy to call me pretty The sex was heaven sent Thinking on the memory And all the subtext - Wilder.
Can we just take a minute to appreciate the fact that Jace didn't know what a mango was till Simon.
jimon week day 1 // social media
jace and simon instagram pages! i always love seeing these around so i thought i’d give making my own a try :) (also i wrote some jimon instagram headcanons here if you’re interested)
Jimon AU where Jace and Simon go on a date to an amusement park 🎡🎢
Colors.
When Jace was young he longed to see colors. To know what everything looked like. To not just see constant blacks and whites and grays.
His father had told him it was a silly dream, that seeing the world in black and white, that was what was right. Colors can blind you, make you weak and vulnerable. Just like love. (Love is weakness. Jace refused to be weak.)
Jace believed him.
He didn’t think about colors anymore. (Not even when he was covered in blood and bruises, no, he didn’t wonder how they looked with color. He didn’t. Not once.)
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The first color Jace saw was brown.
It was after he got back from Valentine, after he got kicked out of the institute. He was staying at Magnus’ apartment, Magnus and Alec had left, mentioning something about ‘alone time in Italy.’ Jace wasn’t really paying attention.
Jace had crashed on the couch, staring at the tv without really taking anything in when Simon entered the apartment.
Magnus was mentoring him and must’ve forgotten to mention to Simon that he wasn’t home that day.
“Oh,” Simon said, after Jace told him Magnus was off with Alec somewhere in Italy. “Well, in that case, I guess I should, um, be going.”
“Stay?” Jace wasn’t sure why he suggested it. But being alone didn’t sound too great. “I mean, if you want... We could watch one of those star movies you’re always rambling on about?”
“Really?” Simon looked shocked.
Jace shrugged. “Yeah,”
Simon grinned. “Alright,”
So Simon joined him on the couch after setting up the first Star Wars movie.
Jace didn’t really pay much attention to the movie, instead he watched Simon, as the vampire rambled excitedly about different things that were happening in the movie.
It was about an hour into the movie that when Jace glanced at Simon, he noticed his eyes. They weren’t black, or gray, but a softer color. Something warmer. Gentle. Like melted chocolate. Jace couldn’t help but stare. (Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love.)
He didn’t say anything about it to anyone.
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oh, snap (jace/simon, 1,5k)
So, Simon has done a lot of stupid shit when drunk. He once tried to climb a tree, which did not end well. He declared his love for the tiny umbrellas in his drinks, and then continued to sing a song about it, which ended up on the internet, so that didn’t really end well either. But sending Jace Wayland a selfie with the caption ‘ur cute pls kiss me’ is probably the stupidest thing of all.
written for jimon week, day one: social media :)
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For Jimon Week Day 3: Colours (a quick pre-slash drabble that I came up with last night)
Jace can’t help but feel amused as he watches Clary and the Mundane boy argue. It’s obvious the boy cares about her. He doesn’t want to be here, looks absolutely terrified, but the idea that his friend might be in trouble is more than enough form him to stand his ground, and Jace has to admire him for that.
The boy’s pleas for Clary to go home with him, to get help, turn more desperate the more Clary tries to explain what is going on. Clary keeps throwing Jace desperate glances to help her out. The boy doesn’t look like he’s going to leave without Clary, and Jace gives in.
He deactivates his Rune, smirking when he hears the Mundane gasp. He looks up. The smirk drops from his face when he locks eyes with the boy.
The Angel gave Shadowhunters many gifts, some of them more rare than others. One of the increasingly more rare ones is what has become known as a Partner in Fate, or a Fate Mate as some call it jokingly. It’s someone who’s life is inextricably intertwined with yours. Finding them usually means that your life is going to turn pretty shitty, very soon. Not that people who don’t have a Partner in Fate don’t face challenges, but when you have one, at least you know you don’t have to go through it alone.
You realize pretty young when you have a Partner in Fate, because you can’t see the colour of their eyes. Jace has never been able to see the colour brown, dirt is usually a shade of red or green, bricks are red or grey, and the darker the skin tone the deeper red they become.
But now, after looking into the boy’s eyes, Jace can see it all. He can see that the Mundane’s skin is browner than his or Clary’s. The Institute walls seem warmer now that he can see the brown in the clay of the bricks. Everything looks warmer, more inviting. Brown is beautiful.
He looks back to the Mundane—Simon, he needs to remember that name—so fragile, untrained, ignorant of the Shadow World, and his Partner in Fate.
Well, shit, Jace thinks.
💖 jimon week: day 2 - valentine’s day 💖
“You... bought me flowers?” Jace arched an eyebrow.
“Yeah--I mean, well, I was on my way back to the Institute from my synagogue, and there was the cutest old lady at the flower shop around the corner, and she stopped me and asked if I was seeing anyone, and um, well--I kinda told her about you, and she started to show me all these bouquets of flowers, and she pulled out these yellow ones that reminded me of your hair and your smile and--I dunno, I thought you might like them, but now it just seems like it was a bad--”
Jace interrupted Simon with a firm kiss.
“God, you never shut up,” he mumbled against Simon’s lips.
“I’m... sorry?”
“No, you dummy. I love it, and I love the flowers. And I love you.”
Simon felt his stomach flip-flop, and he exhaled loudly. His face lit up with a wide grin as he pulled Jace in for another kiss. “I love you, too. Happy Valentine’s Day.”