The Sire of Simon

WritingIsLoveAndLife


AN: Hello again, everybody! I'm back with the final chapter of this story. I want to thank everyone who has read this. I hope you've enjoyed it

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters. The series was written by Cassandra Clare and adapted for television by Ed Decter.

Enjoy the chapter!


It's been two whole weeks since Jace became a vampire, and Simon was miserable. He'd had no contact with his boyfriend since the change. Raphael, Luke, and Alec had been working with him to help him control his bloodlust, and learn the laws of the Downworld.

Simon had been ordered to stay away while that was happening, due to his status as Jace's sire. It was reasoned by Raphael that Simon's presence could affect Jace's training, as Jace would look and listen more to him than to anyone else.

Luke had been kind enough to swing by the boathouse after each session and give him a progress update, but he was still surprised when a text notification came through from Jace himself:

Angel: I finished my training, Si. I think you and I need to talk.

Well, talking was a start. It was more than he'd gotten in the last two weeks, and anything Jace was willing to give at this point, Simon would happily take.

Sunshine: Why don't we meet at the Institute?

Simon was anxious. Would meeting at the Institute bring back too many painful memories for his boyfriend? Was Jace even his boyfriend at this point? Could one blow-out argument be considered a means of breaking up with someone?

Simon didn't know. But one way or another, he was going to find out.

Angel: Sure! Give me 10 minutes to get ready, and I'll meet you there. This new speed of mine comes in handy.

Simon can't help it. He laughs, full and unrestrained for the first time since Jace was turned.

'Shit!' he realizes internally after the laughter subsides. 'I only have 10 minutes to get ready, myself.'

Simon is a blur as pulls a shirt on, fixes his hair and hastens out of the boathouse.


He makes it to the Institute with 3 minutes to spare, and Jace slows to a stop right on time. In front of the Institute. With the sun shining. And he's not bursting into flames.

"How?" Simon asks.

"How, what?" Jace asks back. "I have to be honest, that wasn't exactly the greeting I'd been expecting."

"Sorry," Simon says sheepishly. "I was just a bit shocked. I didn't think you'd be a Daylighter yet."

"Well, my brother is very selfless," Jace tells him. "He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I'm glad," Simon breathes out. "I'm not sure I could handle actually meeting at the Institute."

"Me neither," Jace agrees. "Too many memories. Way, way too recent."

"Sorry," Simon says contritely. "I just figured I'd give you home field advantage."

"It's okay," Jace dismisses. "I appreciate the thought."

"Do you want to go sit in Central Park?" Simon questions.

"I'll race you there," Jace smirks, before disappearing in a blur.

For the first time in two weeks, Simon allows himself to feel hope as he races after Jace.

Everything is broken, but that doesn't necessarily mean that everything is lost.

At least, not yet.


"Wow, Si," Jace smirks. "You've been getting out of shape since I've been training. I expected more of a challenge."

"It's a proven fact that newborn vampires are stronger and faster than older vampires. You're younger than me in this respect, so that means…"

"I have all the power, now," Jace intones.

"Basically, yeah," Simon says matter-of-factly. And he's not just talking about power in the vampiric sense either.

Jace could shatter his heart right now. It would only take a few simple words.

Of course, his heart could also soar, but Simon isn't counting on that. At least, not yet.

"We should sit," he says to Jace.

"Our bench?" Jace questions.

"As good a bench as any," Simon agrees.

They walk in companionable if slightly awkward silence to the bench where so many memories had been made. Their first date, first kiss, first soul-baring conversation had happened right here, and it takes all of Simon's willpower not to lose himself in the memories as he sits down.

Looking around, he realizes Central Park itself has a few memorable firsts, too. It was where Jace had asked Simon to be his boyfriend, and where they'd fought side-by-side against a horde of demons for the first time, too.

Central Park, Simon realizes, is kind of like their spot, and he loves and hates himself in equal measure right now for suggesting it.

A quick glance sideways at Jace has Simon convinced he's not alone in that feeling, so he bravely breaks the silence.

"So, how have you been?" he asks.

"I've been okay," Jace says quietly. "I… I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Simon breathes out. "I missed you so much."

"We have a lot to talk about, though," Jace says soberly. "And I guess I'll start. I'm sorry."

Simon is stunned. He'd not been expecting that, at all. In fact, they were the last words he ever thought would come out of Jace's mouth.

"For what?" Simon questions. "If anything, I should be apologizing to you. I'm the reason for all of this in the first place."

"That's true," Jace agrees. "But it's like you said, you didn't make the decision alone and you were only trying to save my life. You did save my life."

Jace leans in, only for Simon to pull away before their lips could meet.

"What's wrong, Sunshine?" Jace questions. "Do you… do you not want me to kiss you?"

Simon shakes his head. "I'd literally like nothing more, Angel. But I just can't have you doing it because you feel obligated. I'm your sire, you're naturally drawn to me. If I were to tell you to do something right now, you'd feel compelled to do it."

"Do you really think I would do anything I didn't want to do? Or that you would ever force me to do anything I wouldn't normally be doing. I hate to break it to you, Sunshine, but we've been dating for a year-and-a-half and you're not that kind of guy."

"Are you sure, Angel?" Simon asks, hopefully.

"Absolutely," Jace declares. "I love you, Sunshine."

"I love you, too," Simon breathes out, as he seals their lips together.

It is everything Simon had been waiting for for the past two weeks. It's everything he thought that he'd never get the chance to experience with Jace again.

What he doesn't expect is Jace to pull back and start laughing immediately.

"What's so funny, Angel?" Simon asks, curiously, all the while planning to make sure Jace laughed as much as possible from here on out.

"It's just my nickname," Jace says, breath evening out. "I might need a new one since Angel doesn't really apply anymore."

Simon hadn't thought about that, honestly. He racks his brain for something suitable but dismisses the thought of calling him anything else.

He grabs Jace by the collar of his shirt.

"You'll always be Angel, to me," he whispers softly, just before smashing their lips together.

He feels Jace smile into the kiss.


Two years later, they've returned to the bench where everything started once again. But this time, the small square box in Simon's jacket pocket weighs heavily on his mind.

He's going to propose tonight.

"Sunshine," Jace calls, snapping Simon out of his daze. "I have something I need to say and I need you not to say anything until I finish."

"What a coincidence," Simon nods. "So do I. And you can't say anything until I'm finished either."

"Should we just do this together, then?" Jace questions.

"What makes you so sure what I have to say is the same as what you have to say?" Simon demands.

"I know us, Sunshine," Jace laughs. "On the count of three?"

Simon nods, reaching into his jacket pocket and watching as Jace does the same.

"One," Jace begins.

"Two," Simon continues.

"Three."

Simon bends down on one knee and opens to box, laughing when Jace does the same.

"Simon Lewis."

Jace Herondale."

"Will you marry me?" they finish together, and promptly burst into laughter.

"I told you, Sunshine," Jace points out. "I know us."

"I'm still waiting for an answer, Angel," Simon points out.

"It's a yes from me if it's a yes from you," Jace says, tears streaking down his face openly, as he smiles wide.

"Absolutely," Simon says softly.

They meet in the middle for a kiss and slide their respective rings onto each other's fingers.

Simon notices his is uniquely shaped, whereas Jace smiles as he realizes his is simple and more Mundane.

"Is this the marriage rune?" Simon questions, thinking quickly back to Alec and Lydia's aborted wedding.

"It is," Jace nods. "I had Izzy craft it for me. Is this platinum?"

"It is," Simon confirms.

Jace laughs. "This is perfect. We both chose rings that represented our past selves. You were Mundane, I was a Shadowhunter and now we'll live for the rest of eternity together as Downworlders."

"I can't think of anything more perfect," Simon informs him.

"Me neither," Jace agrees.


AN #2: And with that, another story is complete! I hope you've all enjoyed it. I've been considering doing an epilogue, showing their wedding and life afterward, so if that's something you'd like to see, just let me know! I love hearing your feedback, it definitely feeds my creativity.

Until next time,

WritingIsLoveAndLife