Idk if you've already written this but can you write a fluffy jimon first date fic?
it’s happening!!!! lmao i love that all the new prompts i get now have specific genres. IT’S LIT, AND I KNOW I CAN’T MESS THIS UP TOO BADLY
side note: i wanna say that it should go without saying, but i’m a pretty chill person and always encourage people to come off anon and be my friend. i understand if you don’t want to - i have anon turned on, i mean i’m fine with it - but i’ve noticed an increase in anon prompts and i just wanna make it very clear that i’m super friendly and don’t bite!! <3
Jace is just about ready to call the whole thing off.
“Gotta arrange these better.” Clary fusses, fluffing the baby’s breath in the bouquet of flowers he’s holding. “This color gradient’s all off.”
“I paid a hell of a lot of money for dead plants.” Jace grumbles. “I think the color gradient’s fine.”
“You’re not the one with the art degree.” Izzy warns, coming forward and yanking his arm towards her.
“Clary doesn’t have one either.” Jace protests, confused as Izzy yanks out her stele and beings to trace something across his forearm. “Is that - stamina?”
“Better to be safe than sorry.” his sister says calmly, and Jace groans.
“I’m not going to have sex with him on the first date.” He says, a little too loudly. Lindsey pauses from where she’s on one of the monitors and gives him a strange look, and Raj is doubled over a rack of blades, wheezing with laughter.
“So great to know.” Alex says sardonically, smirking as he saunters over. He waves his phone at Jace. “I was just getting on Magnus’ case because he, Raphael, and Luke are making a big deal out of Simon getting ready, but apparently I don’t have a leg to stand on. You’re all just as bad.”
“Look who’s talking.” Izzy says, laughing as Alec casually straightens a wrinkle in Jace’s button-down and adjusts his collar.
“Are we all done?” Jace asks crossly. “Can I go on my private date now?”
“Oh, it’s so sweet when children grow up.” Clary sighs, pretending to wipe away a tear as she steps back. Jace groans, louder.
“Fray, are you giving my boyfriend a hard time?” a voice calls, and Jace turns, relieved, to see Simon. He pauses for a moment, stunned, as Simon walks up to him with a grin on his face.
Simon looks so good, the top few buttons of his soft purple henley unbuttoned. He’s got a dark black jacket on that Jace swears he’s seen on Magnus before, and his hair looks windswept. Jace wants to put his hands all over Simon and wreck him, wear out the stamina rune that Izzy’s so helpfully provided. At the same time, he also wants to hold Simon’s hand and take him on a picnic or something equally awful and sweet. It’s horrible, but Jace can’t find it in him to do anything but smile like an idiot and hand Simon the flowers, leaning in to brush a kiss against his cheek.
“Hey.” Jace says lowly, and Simon’s eyes are bright as he regards Jace and hands over his own bouquet, which Jace takes and smiles stupidly at.
“I see we both went for a traditional approach.” Simon comments, and they both consider the two bouquets. “Thought I’m not sure what to do with these now. I did not think this far ahead.”
“Classic Lewis.” Jace sighs, then jerks his head to Izzy. “I don’t have these nerds here for nothing.”
“No glove, no love, and make sure to use the stamina rune.” Izzy says sweetly in retaliation as she and Alec tug the bouquets out of their hands. “We’ll put these in water; go enjoy yourselves.” Simon flushes at the comment about the stamina rune, and Jace rolls his eyes.
“I don’t kiss and tell.” He hollers at his siblings before he holds a hand out to Simon. “Shall we?”
Simon laces their fingers together, rubbing his thumb briefly across Jace’s knuckles. “Where are we going?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Jace, I’m driving. I have to know.” Simon says patiently.
“I’ll get my license soon.” Jace grumbles, and Simon laughs. “We’re going to Central Park.”
“So?” Jace looks at him, using his free hand to push his hair out of his face. “Perfect for stargazing.”
“Oh my god, this is New York. Have you ever heard of something called light pollution?”
“You are so determined to make this not romantic.” Jace teases gently, nudging Simon and grinning. Simon cuts him a flat look, and Jace laughs. “I checked with Meliorn, and he set up a place with his magic to let us see the stars.”
“Wait, seriously?” Simon asks, stopping on the sidewalk in front of his garish van. Jace eyes the van warily.
“I can’t believe I’m constantly riding in this monstrosity.” He says, shaking his head. “But yeah.”
“Respect the wheels.” Simon says absently, still staring at Jace. “How did you get Meliorn to help you?”
Jace shrugs, shifting uncomfortable. “Meliorn has a soft spot for romance.” Simon continues to stare at him, and Jace sighs, relenting. “He thinks its hilarious that another Shadowhunter is dating a Downworlder, and he’s encouraging it because, and I quote, he ‘cannot wait to see the Clave’s constipated expressions when they learn of their precious half-angel with a vampire’.”
Simon laughs at that, throwing his head back and leaning against the van. Jace half-smiles, more occupied with the way the moonlight traces a silver glow across Simon’s cheeks and neck.
“Wait, that’s so great.” Simon says, still chuckling. “It’s Meliorn’s version of a fuck you, that’s so cute - are you listening? You’re staring at me weird.” He says, pausing as Jace licks his lips. Jace can’t take his eyes off of the way the light is falling perfectly across Simon, illuminating his figure and turning him into something angelic. He takes a step closer, swaying forward into Simon’s space.
“You’re impossible.” Simon says fondly before he lifts his free hand to cradle Jace’s cheek and bridges the distance between them, pressing his lips to Jace’s. It’s not their first kiss, but it feels just as wonderful, just as new and bright, warmth exploding like fireworks behind Jace’s closed eyes.
He presses closer, letting go of Simon’s hand, and instead winds his arms around Simon’s waist, pulling their bodies flush together. Simon makes a low, delighted noise, and traces his tongue across the seam of Jace’s lips; Jace obediently parts his mouth and lets Simon twine their tongues together, his breathing ragged. He feels like he’s floating, riding a soft high that consists entirely of Simon’s body tangled with his, Simon’s skin faintly cool beneath his hands, the noises that Simon makes echoing like a symphony around them.
He finally breaks the kiss when breathing becomes a problem, sucking in deep lungfuls of air as Simon watches him with half-lidded eyes, his lips faintly shining with spit.
“That stamina rune might actually come in handy.” Simon says, his voice rough, and Jace laughs, burying his face in Simon’s shoulder and relishing in the feeling for just a moment.
“I want to do this right.” Jace says, finally drawing back and pressing a tiny kiss to Simon’s forehead. “I’m gonna woo the fuck out of you, Lewis.”
“You sap.” Simon says, but he’s laughing too as he drags Jace around to the passenger side and opens the door. “Ready for our date, then?”
“Yeah.” Jace says, bringing Simon’s hand to his lips and brushing a kiss across his knuckles. Simon blushes violently, covering his face with his free hand. Jace grins, slow and predatory, and Simon’s eyes widen. “Yeah.”
(It’s a really cute date, up until the bushes rustle and they whirl around, weapons drawn, to find a sheepish wolf regarding them, accompanied by Izzy and Clary.
“It’s 2017 and privacy is apparently a myth!” Simon hollers, chasing a laughing Luke down as Jace groans and quietly bemoans the fact that they’re all way too co-dependent.)
