#soooo much fun drawing him fucked up and shaken i think it should happen more often tbh

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

just think itd be funny if they met irl

[poklina]

yes hello, little miss fantastico

um i fucking love u with all of my heart and sould udygsavosbp

this is kinda sorta what u asked for? idk i really like it i hope u do tooooo

hold me close and keep me safe --1.9k

All things considered, the mission had gone surprisingly well.

Of course, all things considered included several broken doors, 3 lost seraph blades, two vandalized food trucks, some very very confused homeless people, and a possessed-then-missing-now-dead dog.

But other than that? Absolutely flawless.

Jace, Alec, and Simon stumble out of the abandoned theme park that now smells very faintly of wet dog and burned popcorn, and immediately all stop to catch their breath.

"That was a disaster." Alec huffs out between deep breaths.

"Actually, I think that went pretty well." Jace says back, a devilish smile lighting up his face, "We killed the dog, didn't we? I'd say that's mission accomplished-"

"Yea, well if that's mission accomplished, I'd hate to see what it looks like when it's not." Simon breaks in, wheezing as he stretches up to lean against the rusting Ferris wheel.

"Oh, those missions are a lot more fun." Jace bites back.

"Enough. Let's get back to the Institute before anything else goes wrong." Alec says, and turns on his heel to start walking towards the gate where they came in. Simon jogs up beside him, and he can hear Jace doing the same.

"Can't we find someplace closer? The Institute is like, two hours away. Plus, I'm really tired, and when I get tired I get real chatty-"

"Fine," Alec snaps, "I know a place."

--

The walk to Magnus' is quiet, marked by only the occasional cab horn and emergency sirens. When they get there, Alec ushers them all in through the door, only to find Magnus standing in the front room, flipping through a book with a glass of something in his other hand.  As soon as Alec walked in, it seemed as if a 10 pound weight had been lifted from his shoulders, striding across the room to tuck his chin over Magnus' shoulder, even though they were nearly the same height.

"Alexander. What a pleasant surprise this evening." Magnus murmured, placing the book and the drink on the coffee table and sliding around to fit his hands against Alec's waist. It was a slow dance, neither one wanting to disturb the quiet calm that came with this evening, drawing closer together with Alec's forearms on Magnus' broad shoulders, hands tangling loosely around his neck.

"Well, we needed a place to crash for the night, and I've missed you today." He smiled into the embrace, pressing a small kiss to his temple.

"We?"

Simon coughed, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, face heating up. Magnus swiveled around, not detaching himself from Alec's waist, to land his eyes on the two standing awkwardly in front of the doors.

"Oh. Well, there's an extra room down the hall to your left," he said plainly, "there's only one bed, but that shouldn't be a problem, should it now?"

Jace sighed, "You can't like, snap your fingers and make another room, please?"

"Jonathan, I have had an extraordinarily long day, so you either sleep in the room I've provided, or on the street. Your choice." Magnus smiled smugly, and without a second glance pulled Alec into the next room and shut the door, the lock clicking with a firm sense of finality.

Simon and Jace stood in the breezeway in front of the door, not saying anything for a good 30 seconds until Simon cleared his throat.

"Um, well, I really don't need to sleep, so you can take the room."

"Are you sure? It's really okay, I'm not that tired anyway-"

"Jace, you look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet. It's fine. I'll be on the couch."

"Um, alright. Well, uh, goodnight then."

"Night, Jace."

With that, Jace started stumbling to the room, almost tripping over his feet with every other step. He made it to the small room, and without even taking off his shoes, fell on the bed and was asleep almost immediately.

Simon walked over to the couch and sat down heavily, feeling the exhaustion of chasing a demon possessed dog finally setting into his legs. He pulled out his phone to tell Clary that they were staying at Magnus' for the night before setting it aside. Stretching his arms out and yawning, he decided that a little cat nap wouldn't hurt him, before laying down and closing his eyes.

--

Simon woke up slowly, blearily blinking the sleep out of his eyes before grabbing his phone and checking the time. 2:30 am. You know, he thought, that's the one thing I really hate about being a vampire. The light in the apartment had slid from the warm blue of early evening to the cool black of early morning, and as he looked around, he couldn't hear much except for the occasional siren and pained sounds coming from down the hall-wait.

He stood up slowly, making sure that the noises weren't coming from Magnus' room lest he burst in on something he'd rather not see, and started slowly down the hall towards them. Towards Jace's room.

The door was ajar when he got there, and when he pushed it open, he saw Jace on the bed. His face was flushed bright red, a thin sheen of sweat shone on his face, and his hands twisted and grasped the sheets as small noises escaped from a face twisted up in fear.

As Simon stood in the doorway, he thought that this scene would be much more enjoyable if he was on top of him, slowly biting down his neck and listening to the vibrations those noises in Jace's chest-

Wait.

Simon flushed a bright red, which was impressive because he definitely couldn't blush anymore, and shook his head violently to jar it into a more rational train of thought.

Suddenly, Jace shot up from the bed, eyes wide with fear and chest heaving with exertion, as if he'd been running from something very, very large and very, very scary.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, it's fine." Simon jumped with the sudden movement and quickly walked over to Jace's side, though it appeared as if Jace hadn't heard him, as he was still staring at the wall opposite the bed as if someone was going to jump out and attack him. As Simon reached the edge, he could see even clearer how bad Jace was. His eyes were unfocused, and his whole body was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

Simon had no idea what to do, even as he took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked desperately at Jace, waiting for an idea to hit him, something, anything that could help right now. Jace was starting to calm down slowly, but not fast enough for Simon. So, he did the only thing that he thought would help. He thought of Clary, what she would do, closed his eyes and let his instincts guide him.

Apparently, they guided his hand to Jace's hair, brushing back the strand that had shaken loose during whatever nightmare he had experienced.

Immediately, he felt Jace relax into his hand, and Simon watched as his eyes fell shut and his breathing began to even out.

Simon feels that he's done enough at that point, so he goes to pull his hand away from Jace's hair, but he finds that he doesn't want to. It's almost like a magnet is keeping it tangled in Jace's sweat slicked hair. The longer he brushes through the strands, the less he finds that he wants to pull away.

He figures that if it's really bothering Jace, he'll pull his head away and that will be the end of that.

(Simon doesn't know it, but Jace is awake and he does not ever, ever want this to stop.)

So that is how they sit, with Simon running his hands through Jace's hair as he relaxes into the movement ever so slowly, ever so gently, almost like he's afraid of scaring Simon and breaking this quiet spell that Jace has wanted for so long.

Simon maneuvers them into a more comfortable position, where his back is against the headboard and Jace's head is resting on his chest, his hand continuing to play with his hair quietly.

Eventually, Jace falls back asleep like this, and Simon feels as his steady heartbeat slows. At this point, Simon knows that he should go back to the couch and try and forget that any of this ever happened, try and forget how this moment is making him feel and try to ignore the realization that is slowly creeping up on him like ice running up his veins.

But Jace is on his chest, and he doesn't want to wake him up, and frankly, Simon doesn't want to move either.

So there he sits. Hand in Jace's hair, and the slow realization that he is falling in love with his best friends brother resting heavy on his heart.

Simon knows that this should scare him. He's been in love with Clary for his entire life, but right now, the only thing he can think of is how nice it is to have Jace resting on his chest, and feel the soft stands of blonde hair slip through his fingers.

And that's how he falls asleep as well.

At some point in the night, Simon slips down from the sitting position into one where Jace is breathing slowly into the crook of his neck, his right hand curled around Jace's neck and still tangled in his hair, his other arm slung over his waist in an unconscious attempt to pull them even closer.

(They wake up at different times. Jace is first, and as he slowly comes to awareness the first thing he feels is safe. Slowly, he tilts his head up to watch Simon, his small movements and how his neck feels against his face. Jace wants to burrow in closer, wants to press kisses up and down this smooth column of skin in front of him, wants to stay here in this moment forever and ever, he wants and he wants and he wants so badly. But he knows he can't. So instead, he presses back into Simon's hand one last time before carefully sliding out of the loose grip and slips out of bed, making sure that there's no widows in the room before walking outside. But not until he looks back at the sleeping figure on the bed one last time, and thinks to himself that he hasn't had that good of a night since...well, since forever.)

(Then Simon wakes up, and he tells himself that he's not disappointed when he wakes up alone in a rapidly cooling bed. He tells himself that last night he was just tired, and he's not really in love with Jace, because who could ever love a monster like him?)

(However, Simon does allow himself to think that he misses the warm mass of Jace curled around him, and he misses the feeling of him in his arms, and the feeling of his hair in his fingers, and the feeling of the solid certain mass on his chest that his mind is steadily and quickly coming to remember as home.)

(But they don't talk about it.)

(God, do they want to.)

(But they don't.)

(They don't.)