The day after I posted You'we adowable, Awec things happened. I haven't had the ability to actually type freely.

I am, however, hopefully, going to start posting more regularly. I've had this one planned for months, and I'm glad I finally have a chance to post it.

Without further ado, I give you scarred for life Simon.

Warning: This chapter is slightly suggestive.

Drabble Two: Luke, I am Your Daddy

Simon Lewis had always considered himself to be a good person. He always kissed his mother's cheek. He never blatantly stared at anyone he thought was attractive. He didn't bother people. He even put up with his best friend who had tossed his feelings away like trash and rubbed her new relationship in his face. He had never done anything wrong.

And, okay, yeah, there was that one time when he was thirteen that he and Clary, the aforementioned best friend, had sneaked some of her mother's Kahlua, but what kid these days didn't at least taste alcohol?

The super religious ones, his brain tells him snidely, but his heart is beating too fast for him to feel annoyed at that moment.

The last time he and Clary had been hanging out, his love-struck friend had been too busy talking about her boyfriend- it hurt Simon so much that she hadn't even considered how he would feel- that he'd decided to once, for the first time ever, tune her out. There couldn't possibly be any harm to it. After all, Clary tuned him out all the time, and nothing ever happened to the short ginger. What could possibly happen to him?

In that moment, Simon received his answer in the form of burning bile trying to rise up his throat as his feet stayed glued to the ground, mortification filling him to the brim.

It seems that somewhere in her rambling about the ever so dreamy Jaaaaaace, Clary had told him she would not be home that day. And, Simon, having tuned her out, had not picked up on it.

So, of course, like the loyal best friend he is, he had come over to pick her up because he was bored and he had known that there was an 85% chance she would not have any plans.

He really wished today had not been in the 15%.

The door to the apartment had been unlocked, and yet, the living room, kitchen, and bathroom had been empty. Incredibly worried, he had walked further into the apartment, proceeding quietly and cautiously. If there was an intruder, he would be damned if the intruder didn't face the wrath that the son of Elaine Lewis could unleash.

And now, he was standing frozen in the hallway, the door to Clary's room to his left, her mother's to his right.

And there was giggling coming from the middle-aged woman's room.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No."

In that moment, Simon Lewis- who had been in love with his best friend and treated like crap for it, who was in a band that was ridiculed for not keeping a stable name, who was laughed at for being skinny- was living through his worst moment. He was listening in on his best friend's mother having sex with her long time best friend.

I'll go to the synagogue every Saturday, he begged desperately. I'll stop eating foods that aren't Kosher. Just please get me out of this horrible situation.

Impossibly, it actually got worse.

There was quiet giggling, and then the older redhead's voice whispering "Luke, I am your daddy."

The horribly overrated dialogue, combined with how scarring this situation was, jarred Simon back to reality, and he sprinted out of the apartment as fast as his feet could carry him.

His first meeting with Jaaaaaace was when he threw up on the blonde boy's impossibly white shoes.

I got this idea while talking to a fellow Shadowhunter, and started laughing like a madwoman before my friend could even respond to the horrible dialogue I came up with. I swear, most of these ideas form because I come up with something a character should say.

To the first Guest who reviewed, thank you so much, and I apologize that I didn't continue this before but I did have an unfortunate situation.

To Dru da Goose, it was really sweet of you to review and let me know that they second Guest was out of line and invalid. I really appreciated it, and I hope to see you reviewing again!

Until next time!

Writing Dreamer