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Maia groans, resisting the urge to throw her textbook out the window and slam her head into a wall. Macroplankton are only 200 to 2000 micrometers in size but if she’s being honest, it’s probably her biggest problem right now.
She’s not sure why she thought Marine Biology was a perfectly non-anxiety-inducing course to take when in fact, it was probably going to be the cause of her death.
“That’ll be a hell of a death certificate,” She smirks as she pictures the line “Cause of Death: Marine Biology” in fancy lettering. She’s broken out of her thoughts on death by science by loud and rapid knocks on her door.
“ROBERTS OPEN UP THIS DOOR BEFORE I MAKE JACE USE HIS EXTRA ANGEL POWERS TO KICK THE DOOR IN” A voice hollers from outside before another one speaks up, “Well technically I don’t need extra angel powers to kick a door in Lewis but-” “Shut up Herondale-Lightwood-Wayland-who-even-knows-anymore I’m trying to get her to open the fucking door.”
She snorts but as much as she’d like to listen to them bicker, it won’t be long before Simon finally gets tired of standing outside and breaks the door himself. Doing her best to cover her grin with annoyance, she swings the door open to come face to face with the assholes she has come to call family.
Clary and Izzy stand side by side, arms filled with what seem to be DVDs. Alec, Raphael and Jace stand at the back, looking both amused and exasperated with the whole event, meanwhile Magnus and Simon are right in front, both sporting equally unsettling smiles which only means they have a plan of some kind up their sleeves and grocery bags of what seems like food and blood bags.
She raises an eyebrow, “I’m not gonna like what you have to say am I?”
Magnus’ grin grows wider as he pushes past her, “Nope but you will later on.”
“That doesn’t sound ominous at all.”
Jace comes to stand by her, “Don’t even argue with them right now Roberts, I doubt they’ll hear anything you have to say.” Jace
“Besides,” Clary says as she walks by them and situates herself in front of the DVD player, “You need a break from college and all that. So,” She holds up 2 CDs, “How to Train Your Dragon or Rise of the Guardians?”
“You do realize I have Netflix right?”
Izzy glares at her from the kitchen(When did she get there?)“We are going to do it the old fashioned way and use DVDs, now choose.”
Alec, having snuck up on her at one point, leans down and whispers, “I suggest you choose before you have a problem bigger than whatever you’re studying right now.”
“How to Train Your Dragon.” She’s always been a sucker for the “socially awkward boy with a sarcastic streak who defies society’s expectations” trope.
Clary seems satisfied with her answer and pops in the CD.
The smell of popcorn hits her nose and she turns back to the kitchen to find Raphael shaking a bag of popcorn into a bowl.
“What?” He looks up as he senses her gaze.
“You can’t eat that,” She says, gesturing towards the bag in his hand. Her statement puts her on the receiving end of a patented Raphael Santiago eyeroll, “I am aware that I can’t eat this but according to Simon and Clary, self-proclaimed scholars on all things mundane, a “movie night” is not a movie night without popcorn.”
Simon scowls at him as he brings out a pack of beer, “Out of all of you, Clary and I have the most experience being mundane and doing mundane activities. Now shush” He hands a bottle each to Jace and Alec before sitting on the floor right in front of the couch.
Raphael smirks but doesn’t say anything.
“A movie night? You guys do know I have an exam right?”
“An exam,” Magnus quips as he summons up a bunch of blankets, “That isn’t for another week. Now grab the popcorn and sit your ass down Roberts. We’re having a movie night.”
Rolling her eyes, she grabs the bowl from Raphael’s stretched hands and plops down on the loveseat next to Simon who has deemed the floor too uncomfortable.
Raphael decides to take Simon’s spot and sits down next to Clary and Izzy while Magnus decides that the several beanbags scattered across the room serve absolutely no purpose and plants himself on Alec’s lap, the latter trying his hardest to not blush at the gesture.
After several minutes of moving around to get in comfortable positions and blood bags for Simon and Raphael, they finally start.
They end up watching both How to Train Your Dragon, Rise of The Guardians (Teasing Simon and Izzy when they cry at the sad scenes) as well as Brave and BoxTrolls.
Jace and Alec had spent the entirety of the last movie, leaning forward in anticipation, whooping whenever the troll catchers messed up and Eggs bested them. Apparently, badass Nephilim were also suckers for animated movies. Theirs just happened to be a stop-motion animation about 2 kids saving box trolls from a town that hated them. She was so using the pictures she took for blackmail purposes later.
Everyone except her, Magnus and Simon are asleep by the time the credits roll around, she stands up, motioning them to follow her into the kitchen.
All is quiet except for the occasional grunt from one of the sleeping figures sprawled out across the room.
“Thanks for… this,” She gestures vaguely before smiling at Magnus, “And yes, I now do like what you had to say.”
Magnus smirks, “Told you so,” He sing-songs.
Simon opens up one of the cabinets, apparently searching for something, “I feel your pain Roberts, exams are a pain in the ass but sometimes you gotta take a break from everything to be able to actually focus. Hot chocolate?”
“You can’t drink that,”
Simon stops rifling through the shelves, “I know that being a vampire means I can’t eat actual food anymore but that doesn’t mean I lost the ability to touch it, now do you want my mom’s famous salted peanut butter hot chocolate or not?”
“I have literally never heard of that. Magnus?” The warlock shakes his head and Simon hums, “Well then we’re changing that today.” He finally finds what he’s looking for and triumphantly pulls out a jar of peanut butter Maia didn’t even know she had.
Simon sets about heating the milk and melting chocolate chips he found in the fridge while Magnus and Maia watch with curiosity. She had met Simon’s mom once before her memory was wiped and the moment she’d met her, she knew exactly where Simon got his sunny disposition from although his snark was definitely something he shared with his grandmother. All in all, she’s had an amazing time and some really good food. Maybe Simon’s trying to keep some of his mundane life through food, even if he can’t eat it himself.
She’s brought back to reality as a mug of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and what looks like chocolate chips is thrust into her hands. Magnus is already sipping his and she watches as his eyes widen in surprise.
“Simon, this is incredible!!!” Wow, Magnus has only ever called Simon by his actual name when there’s something serious.
She brings the mug to her lips and nearly chokes in surprise as she tastes chocolatey peanut butter floods.
“By the angel,” She breathes and Simon beams.
She takes another sip, “Si, this is… this is so fucking good.”
“Told you so.”
She narrows her eyes, “You have to teach me how to make this.” He shakes his head, “No can do, this is a strictly Lewis-family recipe.”
She sets down her cup, “Well that fixes it then, Simon Lewis, will you marry me?”
Simon grins, “Your proposal is not going to get you the recipe, Roberts. I admire your dedication though, full credit for effort. 10 on 10”
Maia scowls, “Well I can just find it on the internet.”
Magnus who is now perched on the counter, sets down his mug, apparently having chugged the rest of his drink, “Well, I doubt you’ll find the same one that’s stored in Samuel’s head.” He leans over and taps the side of Simon’s head.
“Same what?” All 3 of them turn to find the rest of the gang standing at the kitchen entrance.
Izzy rubs her eyes, “And why did we hear Maia propose to Simon?”
“She wanted Simon’s family’s hot chocolate recipe.”
Clary visibly perks at that, “The salted peanut butter one?” she asks hopefully, squealing when Simon nods.
“There’s more than one kind?” Alec asks from where he’s leaning against Magnus.
Clary tugs his sleeve, “Trust me guys, you have to try it, it’s literally the best thing on earth.”
Maia and Magnus both nod at that. Raphael yawns, “Will you be able to add blood to it?” Simon nods, “Yeah sure, you’ll probably be able to drink it. I just don’t wanna ruin my memories of it, so I’d rather just make it.”
Jace grins, “Well go on then Lewis, show us your skills.”
All plans Maia had of spying on Simon to get his recipe flies out the window when the vampire shoos them out of the kitchen. Apparently, there’s “too many people.”
15 minutes later, Simon strides into the living room, carrying a tray with 7 mugs of the famous Lewis’ Salted Peanut-Butter-Hot-Chocolate. He hands a Batman mug to Raphael and then passes out the rest of the whipped cream topped mugs to everyone.
They sip their drinks in silence but Clary, Magnus and Maia withhold tasting theirs wanting to watch their friend’s reactions. And they were not disappointed. Within seconds of its tasting, Simon is being cornered by three Shadowhunters and a vampire demanding he give up his secret.
“This is not something that is to be kept to oneself, Simon!!!” Alec insists as Magnus gently drags him away from Simon. Jace and Raphael nod vigorously while Isabelle tries to glare her way into getting Simon to give the recipe up. It’s not working.
Maia grins, “Still want to keep the secret? I have a feeling they’re gonna resort to death threats soon if you don’t give it up.” If Simon wasn’t a vampire, she knows he would’ve definitely paled at her words because when the Lightwood siblings want something, they get it. But to his credit, he stands his ground. “No non-Lewis is ever getting the recipe. I’ll make it for you whenever you want but no one's getting the recipe.”
Maia sighs and throws an arm around his shoulder, “Well if you say so.” She regrets not paying attention to him making it the first time.
They watch as Magnus and Clary try to convince the Lightwoods and Raphael that they cannot murder Simon for a hot chocolate recipe.
“You’ll make it for me whenever I want though right?”
He grins, “Always at your service Roberts. Anyway,” He stands up and pulls her up too, “You need sleep because knowing you, an exam a week away would be more than valid enough reason to stay up all night and don’t act like I can’t see the dark circles under your eyes. Now go to bed or I’ll send everyone that video of you hitting yourself in the face with a basketball. And the one where you fell on your ass at the skating rink. And the one where you forgot to put the lid on the blender and got chocolate milk in your hair.”
Trust Simon-will-call-you-out-on-your-shit-Lewis to blackmail her into following a healthy sleeping cycle.
She frowns, “I actually don’t know how anyone thinks you’re the sweet one in the group when in reality you’re fucking terrifying.” Simon snorts, “Well how could they ever doubt me of carrying out unsavory actions when I look like this?” He gestures to himself, grinning when Maia flips him off.
“G’night Si,” She pulls him into a hug, “Thanks for this… I guess I really needed it.” He squeezes her and pulls back, “Get some shut-eye Maia, I’ll make sure we clean up. Also, we’ll probably be here in the morning, just saying.” She rolls her eyes and heads to bed.
She can still hear them bicker about family recipes when she falls asleep. When she wakes up next morning, there’s a plate of waffles and another mug of hot chocolate waiting for her along with a sticky note saying they were getting together at the loft at night.
“Maybe one more night wouldn’t hurt” She thinks as she sips her drink.