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So ive JUST found the jimon fic you posted on ao3 last week (bc im been writing non stop for the last two weeks) and i just gotta say.......... we both came back w long jimon fics a week apart after over like a year of not posting jimon fics and i gotta say............ galaxy minds huh
broke: sh is over
woke: maddie and cer have just begun 👀
for those of you that aren’t living your best life yet, go read cer’s new jimon fic. it’s a form of self-care, tbh.
Im a day late to the party BUT you give off fae vibes. It wasnt an option but you fully give off fairytale ancient fae vibes and i as an irish person would know abt fae vibes
safhgsdgfsg thank you!
hdhdhdhd ur twilight post just reminded me of my deep desire to reread all the twilight books, purely to torture myself with what thinking I was straight did to my standards of romance
that’s a fucking mood right there
About the voice/reading thing - I generally think in a weird kind of nebulous conceptional image way so like I'm reading and that automatically translates to not words but I still completely understand it (I think this is partially why I find learning other languages so difficult). It only really changes if I'm writing with specific care of what I'm saying or I'm reading like Spot On dialogue for a character and I hear their voice in my head.
huh this is actually pretty interesting. most of the responses i’ve gotten pretty much say the same in that they dont typically hear a voice? but then others have told me they hear it in their own voice.
vexedcer replied to your post “I’m so confused is he a demon or does he have an alternate personality...”
NO JOKE IM WATCHING DONT SLEEP FOR THE FIRST TIME RN AND I JUST????? WHAT IS GOING ON I DONT /UNDERSTAND/
LIKE I THINK I UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED BUT IF I’M RIGHT THEN THERE’S LIKE 4 SCENES THAT SHOULD BE TAKEN OUT OR REWRITTEN
i just had the randomest fucking thought of simon introducing jace to the concept of vine (rip) and they start communicating exclusively thro vine references to the confusion of everyone else. like simon shouting "what the FUCK is up KYLE" at jace during training and simon manages to get him pinned bc he's laughing so hard. ur welcome.
jesus fuck every time i read this in my inbox i burst out laughing. i’m gonna also tag @softjimon and @ghostlyjimon because i think they’ll appreciate this.
also it goes without saying but this is pure fucking crack
simon and jace are walking to jace’s room and on the way they see clary walking out of izzy’s room, a fresh hickey on her collarbone and a very satisfied look on her face. she waves hi to them cheerfully before she continues down the corridor the opposite way, and jace has a constipated look on his face the whole time. simon just thinks it’s because jace hates the thought of his sister doing the nasty - “Don’t call it that, Simon, it’s called sex.” “I’ll call it whatever I damn well want, Jace” - but then as soon as clary rounds the corner jace bursts out with “oh my god…they were roommates” and then fucking explodes into laughter, and simon is just gaping soundlessly at him, because what even is his life?
one time simon is wandering around, trying to find his boyfriend, and he catches jace’s scent in the area of the institute where he knows the piano is. he grins and goes to the room, noting absently that there’s a soundless rune etched into the door, before he walks in and immediately regrets everything because as soon as jace sees simon he grins and launches into a beautiful piano rendition of “go SUCK A DICK, suck a DICK, suck a motherfucking dick, suck a diiiiiick” then he shifts into a higher octave seamlessly and beautifully finishes with “suck a huge or small dick” simon refuses to follow those instructions for a whole week out of sheer mortification.
one time jace takes simon to a target at like two in the morning because their clothes are ripped to shreds from the latest patrol and they need to get jackets before they go back to the institute. they only ever do this once because as soon as they make it through the front doors simon shouts “WELCOME TO T-T-T-T-T-T-TAAAAAARGETTTTT” and gets them banned forever.
at the war table one morning alec says “jace can you read the mission debrief duncan dropped off yesterday please” and jace flips his hair and super confidently says “no i cannot” and to alec’s sheer bewilderment simon immediately slaps the table and says gleefully “what up, i’m jared, i’m 19, and i never fucking learned how to read” alec opens and closes his mouth soundlessly for a few times in disbelief before he just gives up on the two of them entirely.
at one point simon and jace fooling around with vine reverences makes everyone get so annoyed that they have a sort of pool party in magnus’ loft with a magicked up pool and jacuzzi and when jace and simon get in the jacuzzi and find a quiet moment when they think everyone else is inside to hold each other and kiss lazily, clary and izzy appear out of nowhere and blast a bullhorn at them, screaming TWO BROS, CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB, FIVE FEET APART CAUSE THEY’RE NOT GAY, sending simon flailing backwards. jace nearly drowns with how hard he’s laughing.
ive gone off abt this idea on twitter before but: imagine like simon, clary, jace, izzy and alec have to go on some roadtrip (portaling isnt an option somehow?) so they all pile into simon's van and simon has all these playlists saved for the drive and they're like top hits from the 80's-00's and guilty pleasure songs and stuff. clary and simon screaming the lyrics for teenage dirtbag and mr brightside while alec izzy and jace are concerned/v confused by how intense the two are
honestly simon and clary would be the perfect people to plan road trips. here are snippets from a road trip au i’ll never write:
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“There’s a problem,” Simon announces authoritatively, “with the car.”
“Mm.” Clary nods, like this clears things up. They two of them are standing over the hood of Simon’s van, peering with interest at the smoking engine, while the Lightwood siblings are clustered near the van door, looking on in horror.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Alec explodes. “You don’t - you took us out here - in the middle of nowhere - without knowing how to service your own van?”
“I’m sure I’ll figure it out.” Simon says enthusiastically, his eyes already alight with determination.
“I’m going to die.” Jace says flatly. “This is how I go. Hell is going to be wonderful.”
“Better here than there.” Izzy mutters nonsensically, before she rolls the sleeves of her sweater up and starts tying her hair into a messy bun. “Move over, Lewis, I got this.”
“If you insist - “ Simon begins.
Alec lunges forward and grips Simon by the arm, dragging him backwards. “Oh no, I insist.” He says firmly. “Why don’t you just - rest with us.” Simon snorts, and then full out laughs when he leans against the car and catches sight of Jace’s surly glare.
“It’s not that bad.” Simon insists, and Jace rolls his eyes.
“How much worse can it be?” He asks, his voice lower as Izzy starts muttering about engines and Clary mm-hmms at all the right moments.
Simon catches Jace’s gaze, his smile turning softer at the edges, intensely private and warm. Something unfurls in Jace’s heart, quiet and certain.
“I know how to fix my own car, but this is...you know.” Simon says softly, shrugging as he nods towards Izzy leaning over the hood, her eyes focused as she unscrews something, and Clary staring at Izzy adoringly, biting her lip and looking like she’s discovering something she’s never seen before in Izzy’s eyes. Izzy’s flushed, her cheeks pink and her eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Don’t tell me this entire trip was to set my sister up with Clary.” Alec complains quietly, but he’s smiling, and Jace huffs out a laugh as he looks back at Simon; protective, caring Simon, loving enough to always think of everyone else. Jace wants to drown in Simon’s optimism, wants Simon to tie Jace to himself so Jace can sink when he sinks, swim when he swims.
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The motel is shitty, the sheets uncomfortable, and Jace is pretty sure his back is being permanently disfigured. Still, when Simon whispers “Jace” and beckons him outside Jace goes willingly, slipping his feet into his shoes and grabbing a sweatshirt before slipping out the door of their motel room.
Outside, the night is quiet in a way that New York never is. Even the crickets feel soft and muted, like a sheet pulled over the earth. Jace’s breath huffs out in front of him, the cold seeping into his fingers and through his thin sleep pants.
“C’mon.” Simon says, his eyes alight, even in the darkness. His hair is sticking up on one side and he’s clutching a blanket around his shoulders. “Here.”
Simon throws the blanket onto the roof of his van and then boosts himself up too, surprisingly graceful. Jace follows, judging the jump.
“No runes!” Simon insists, peering over the roof and holding out his hand to Jace.
“You just used your vampire strength to jump!” Jace grumbles, but he braces his foot against the car door and grabs Simon’s hand, their finger sliding together perfectly as Simon pulls Jace up. Jace braces his other hand on the car roof and pushes himself over the edge, landing gently on his knees and shuffling to Simon’s side. Simon squeezes Jace’s hand and lets go, and Jace tries not to feel disappointed.
“Look.” Simon says softly, crossing his legs and leaning back on his hands. He tilts his head up, and Jace follows, his breath catching as the stars spread out over him, sprinkled across the sky. The Milky Way is a tear down the middle, bright lights spilling out of either side and swirling together. Jace settles back, lying down and crossing his arms behind his head as he keeps looking at the stars, unable to tear himself away. There’s just so many, glittering from millions of miles away, and he feels small in that moment, like everything he does is okay. He’s a cosmic microsecond, and he’s going to be okay.
“Thanks for coming out here with me.” Simon says softly from beside him, lying down next to Jace, and Jace shivers as Simon throws an edge of the blanket over him.
“It feels right.” Jace murmurs, turning to look at Simon, and in the darkness he can still see the profile of Simon’s face, the curve of his cheek and the way Simon’s gaze burns a path straight through him, lighting him up from inside out until he feels like he’s floating right along that tear in the sky.
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Somewhere halfway across the country Jace buys an expensive camera, and learns how to fuss with the zoom and focus to his liking. He takes pictures when he gets bored in the car - Izzy slumped against the window, an arm thrown around Clary; Alec with his arms crossed and his head tilted back, his jaw slack as he sleeps; Simon grinning at the steering wheel, the sunlight tracing a slanted path across his face; a shot of the road curving away from them as they drive across the plains, a path to forever.
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They stop midway up a mountain near Yosemite early in the morning, spilling out of the van as grey morning light creeps across the sky. Jace yawns as he turns his camera on, stumbling towards the low-set stone wall marking off the viewpoint and sitting cross-legged on it. He pauses for a second, looking out at the vast space in front of him, reveling in the jagged peaks and smooth cliff faces.
He feels someone looking at him, and he turns in time to see Simon with his own camera out, pointed straight at Jace, his finger clicking the shutter. Jace squints, and then hops off the wall, making his way to Simon as Simon looks at the picture he just took.
“I know I’m good-looking, but better than the mountains?” Jace asks, smirking, and Simon rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning as he holds his camera out to Jace. In the picture, Jace is framed by the mountains, his eyes dancing and his lips quirked slightly as he looks at the camera. He’s in sharp focus, the light filtering through his hair, and he looks like a man who’s found a happy ending.
Jace’s breath catches in his throat, and he looks at Simon.
“It’s good.” He says, and Simon nods, his eyes flicking to Jace’s lips.
“Yeah?” Simon asks, and Jace feels his heart overflow at the edges.
“Yeah.” He says, and then he leans down, his hand coming up to cradle Simon’s cheek as their lips find each other, the kiss warm and slow, something coming back to life in Jace’s chest as Simon grasps Jace’s hip and presses closer.
The kiss is everything Jace has ever wanted from Simon, anchoring him down and soothing some of the ever present hurts deep inside him, the ones he quietly bears. Simon is pliant and soft underneath him, the same way Jace is, and it’s unhurried and slow, Simon slowly pulling Jace into his orbit.
They break apart reluctantly, resting their foreheads together, and Simon laughs softly.
“Okay, I didn’t see this happening on a road trip.” He admits. “I, uh, - “
“It’s okay.” Jace says, rubbing circles into Simon’s skin with his thumbs. “Really. We’ll take it a day at a time.”
“It’s only fair to warn you I plan on being here for a lot of days?”
“Nicely put.” Jace laughs as Simon scowls. “Me too, Simon.” He kisses Simon again, unable to help himself. “Me too.”
Ok I was just thinking abt, how does Elaine react to Jace? Does she know who he is pre-romantic relationship? Is he "the one with the tattoos"? Has Simon already come out to her when he brings Jace up? Does she insist on having a family meal when he formally meets them as Simon's boyfriend? I'm just word vomiting on you and smiling like a fool on the bus but gah I needed to get it out to someone ik who'll appreciate it
WOW I’M SPEECHLESS YOU’RE RIGHT IT’S JUST SO???? LIKE YOU KNOW ELAINE IS #1 MOM AT ALL TIMES AND IS SO SUPPORTIVE -
like, she definitely begins to notice that simon is into guys when he’s in high school and they go to temple one day and simon flushes when dear old harriet’s son compliments simon
so she’s like hmmm and she keeps an eye on him and she almost forgets about it because he’s so in love with clary, and she’s a little torn because clary’s a lovely girl but she doesn’t want her son to get hurt and clary, she knows, has a habit of unwittingly pulling everything around her into her orbit
and then, you know, strange things start happening to her son and she spends a long period of time thinking, hysterically, that he’s dead, or off getting addicted to drugs, or just - so many awful things, and she wonders often if it’s her fault, if her picking up that bottle when ethan died set off a chain of karma so bad it’s destroyed her children - but no, she has to remember that rebecca and simon are their own people and that they’re family, no matter what, and oh god she hopes simon is okay she hopes her baby is safe -
simon starts reappearing, slowly but surely. he looks intensely uncomfortable, and every time he comes over for dinner he has a friend with him, that band manager raphael, or his ex-girlfriend maia, or that lovely girl isabelle, or clary, or a friendly boy named bat that appreciates her tamales more than simon seems to at this point - simon’s not eating again, which is worrying, but he looks healthy, if a little pale, and he still hugs her and holds her tight and say i love you, mom, so she perseveres in pretending nothing’s wrong until he wants to tell her -
and she begins to piece it together after a while, because she hears that jocelyn is dead and she sees tattoos flicker across clary’s body sometimes, and the scars that peek out across maia’s neck are far from natural. and there’s a faint echo of a memory in the back of her head of simon with sharp, sharp fangs. she understands something’s happening, remembers ethan once tell her that he’d known someone, long ago, who under the full moon - but it doesn’t matter now. she begins to understand that she’s better off not knowing, so she turns her head when simon slips a flask of a thick red substance out from under his coat, and starts to harp on the benefits of animal blood and blood banks when simon’s around.
in the middle of all this, she peers out the window by the front door one night to see her son arguing with…thin air?
she watches for a few more seconds, bemused, until the air shimmers and seemingly out of nowhere a handsome young man with blonde hair and a ridiculous amount of tattoos decorating his arms flickers into existence, looking extremely put out, but still acquiescing when simon grabs his wrist and makes his way to the front door.
she opens it, and simon determinedly introduces her to jace, who shakes her hand and very politely calls her ms. lewis. he hovers a little behind simon, who rolls his eyes and pushes him into a chair, and elaine hides her smile behind a stack of plates as simon hisses “act natural, herondale” and jace whispers back, furiously, “easy for you to say, lewis”
she isn’t completely sure of their dynamic, but it’s clear that the two of them are intesely familiar with one another, moving easily in each other’s space. simon serves jace almost unthinkingly, and jace absently takes simon’s garlic bread and starts eating it. rebecca, bless her soul, wiggles her eyebrows at elaine - are the two of them, maybe, you know? - and elaine pointedly looks at rebecca’s plate - mind your own business, dear - and rebecca grins, turning back to her own dinner.
during dessert, elaine absently asks “and what do your parents do, jace?”, and jace replies that he’s isabelle’s sister. “you two look very different,” elaine says, “you must take after the other parent.”
jace stiffens unexpectedly, and elaine opens her mouth to immediately backtrack, because she can recognize that discomfort anywhere, but she’s momentarily shocked into silence when she sees simon’s arm move slightly under the table, his biceps briefly flexing.
elaine was young and in love once too, and she remembers a dinner conversation like this a long time ago, with ethan’s parents sitting across from her and asking her and what happened to your little brother, dear? and the immediate choking sensation she’d felt as visions of smashed windshields and her brother’s limp body flooded her mind. in the midst of all that, as she’d sat, frozen and petrified, ethan’s hand had found her thigh under the table and squeezed lightly, comfortingly. nothing big, no declaration, no sudden hero; just a little reminder, i’m here and you’re not alone, you are hurting and i know you are not alone. she remembers what it had looked like out of the corner of her eye, what it looks like now as simon angles his body towards jace and gazes at him with a warmth and support that’s so very ethan that elaine finds herself momentarily blinking back tears, stuck in the past and the present.
“it’s okay,” jace says, his voice marginally smaller but a falsely bright smile plastered to his face, “i’m adopted.”
“well, the lightwoods have a set of very attractive children, then.” elaine says without missing a beat, and jace laughs and rebecca laughs and simon flushes red and groans “mom” and it’s all fine, but elaine is still looking and she sees the way jace nudges simon as simon buries his face in his hands in embarassment, sees the look of fondness and amusement that jace gives her son, and she thinks he did it, ethan, he found himself his forever.
because she knows simon, she knows people, she knows love like no one else knows it because ethan was the kindest person to walk this earth and he taught her how to find it in everything and everyone before the earth took him back, so she waves simon and jace goodbye and knows in her heart that one day jace is going to be in her living room, asking to marry simon.
and sure enough, when weeks later simon swallows hard on her front porch and says, slowly, quietly, “mom, jace and i - he’s my boyfriend, now, i think - “ and jace presses a quick kiss to simon’s cheek, the tips of his own ears burning as he murmurs, “we’re dating, lewis, you don’t have to say i think, you idiot - “, she blinks back tears as she remembers the way ethan’s lips felt skimming along her cheeks, and she sweeps them both into a hug.
“i’m happy for you,” she says, ruffling simon’s hair, and he ducks his head and looks pleased, and jace says - polite as ever, what a charming young man - thank you, and she looks at the stars briefly.
our son likes boys, too she thinks to ethan, confident that wherever he is he’s got an eye on her, and if you were here, you’d be so happy that he was happy.
but you’re not, she thinks bitterly, smiling sadly, so i’m going to be happy enough for the both of us.
she turns and makes her way inside, and she swears she can feel the ghost of a kiss pressed to her cheek.
