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“Are you a marshmallow?”
Simon turns and nearly jumps out of his skin when he comes face-to-face with Jace who somehow managed to sneak into the kitchen without falling flat on his face. And he thought Alec would be the lightweight.
“Jace, in what world do I look like a marshmallow?”
Jace pokes his cheek, “Well, your face is soft. And the only thing I know that’s as soft as that is a marshmallow.” He’s cupping Simon’s face now.
Simon snorts, “Ok then babe, I’m a marshmallow and right now, this marshmallow needs you to drink some water.” He hands over a glass and gently leads Jace back to the sofa. The blonde immediately curls up on one edge, nursing his glass, “So… if you’re a vampire and a marshmallow, then can other vampires be marshmallows too?” Simon grins, the gods are finally showing him mercy and it is coming in the form of blackmail material on his boyfriend and Simon is never letting Jace live this down.
A gasp breaks him out of his glee and he turns to Jace, who looks like he’s discovered the purpose of life. “Jace, what’s wrong?”
“If other vampires can be marshmallows… Does that mean Raphael’s a marshmallow?”
For once in his life, Simon is eternally grateful that being a vampire takes away the importance of his lungs because he’s pretty sure he’d have busted one laughing the way he is right now.
Jace however pays no attention and continues to ramble on, “Well it would make sense you know? You’re a marshmallow and since Raphael is your sire, he’d have passed down the marshmallow gene to you. Except Raphael’s not a marshmallow, he’s more like a,” he pauses to think, “A hedgehog!”
Simon stretches himself out nudging Jace with his foot, “A hedgehog?”
He’s suddenly met with the entire weight of one very drunk Nephilim deciding to drape himself over his boyfriend because he’s a cuddly drunk no matter how much he denies it.
“Yeah, a hedgehog, everyone thinks they’re very prickly but in reality they’re a softie on the inside.” He snuggles into Simon, face buried in the crook of his neck. Simon shakes his head and nudges him into a sitting position. “All right, I think you need sleep now.” Jace hums in agreement, arms coming to rest around his boyfriend’s neck.
He carries Jace into their bedroom and sets him down on the bed and begins to help him out of his shirt, knowing fully well that if Jace woke up the next day in his day clothes, he’d have an extremely grumpy Shadowhunter on his hands and no one wants that.
Jace sighs, his face breaking out into a wide smile as he fists Simon’s shirt, “By the Angel Jace, I’m just trying to get you into your sleep clothes!!”
“If you get to rip my clothes off I should be able to rip yours off,” Jace reasons.
And the next thing Simon can hear, is the ripping of fabric and Jace is looking at him, eyes wide, clearly having underestimated his strength and in turn, ripped Simon second-favorite shirt.
“Sorry,” is all he has to say and Simon can’t bring himself to care, not when Jace looks so adorable.
Simon’s seriously got to get used to his puppy dog expression because if Jace gets to know about his so-called resistance to that look, he’s gonna start getting away with a lot more than ripping a shirt.
Simon finishes getting Jace out of his jeans and he snuggles into his comforter, letting out a happy groan.
He gets into his own sleep clothes, although going by the size, it’s most probably Jace’s and curls around him, smiling when his boyfriend shuffles closer.
Not even two minutes later, he’s drifting off to sleep, arms full of one sleeping Shadowhunter and a smile on his face.