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Warnings: contains SLASH (malexmale relationship pairing), foul language, sexual content.
Inspired by Shadowhunters (tv show), Mortal instruments-The city of bones (movie), book The Shadowhunter's Codex and book series The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare.
Crossover with book series Indexing by Seanan McGuire. I loved these books and heartily recommend them.
My prompt: crossover Shadowhunters/The Indexing series
Pairing Simon/Jace
Princess!Simon
Plus you can´t use a bonus: knight or Wicked stepsister!Clary
The Danger of Happy Endings
Simon felt harsh hands hold him. No, it can´t end like this, so close to the freedom. It was too much, first he worried that Clary started taking drugs and then that she is sick. She was always talking about invisible things and persons, he felt terrible but he carefully checked her arms for needle marks. When he didn't find anything, he expulsed drugs to be source of her problems. He refused to even think about her going insane, that left only medical problems. Brain tumors are often cases of hallucinations and having them is very dangerous condition. Simon tried to subtly get Clary to let herself be examined in the hospital. He has almost given up on it and bluntly told her to do it. Of course now he was happy that it didn´t come to that. She has a lot of problems and she doesn´t need to deal with his doubtful personality on top of that. Her mum kidnapped, people after her and a whole new world? He was surprised that she handled it so well. Maybe it was because she knew about him and was accustomed to the unusual. But even when she tried to be brave, he knew, she needed him.
No, he won´t give up. Not when Clary risked so much coming for him, they all did. It made him feel humble to know that even the shadowhuters, who made it perfectly clear that they don´t think much about him, still held true to their sacred mission of protecting mundanes and tried to save him. There has to be a way out. He felt a desperation creep on him when he remembered the dark dismal hole where the vampires kept him and the pain of Camille´s fangs ripping to his fresh. He closed his eyes tightly as something stirred deep down in him, where was hidden his fairytale. Something shattered.
Oh, you are probably confused, my dear readers. For these in ignorance let me be the one who shatter your look on reality. The fairytales are real, shocker right? And no, I hadn´t lost my mind. The fairytales are real and they really want to play out. You think it´s a dream come true, am I right? Well, in this case it´s less about children animated musicals and more of run, dude, run! The Narrative that describes and makes them happen is a bad news, my dear. If we are acknowledging the possibility that somewhere some abstract force may be capable of influencing your life and is capable of feelings, the only fitting description is a vicious bitch. The Narrative doesn´t care about your wishes, her only goal is to successfully lead the fairytale to the end. If you are in the way, good luck to you. You can find yourself start to become forgetful and distracted until you completely forget the connection which you had with a fairytale touched person, be it your parent, sibling, friend or lover. That is if it just didn´t lump you to some role, then you better pray that the role will be insignificant and not an obstacle to make the happy couple suffer little bit before the finale.
The Narrative is a very fickle mistress. One lucky bastard can get the whole Disney package and some wretch the darker Grimm one. Every single fairytale has a couple of versions and if you are one of unfortunate ones you will get some random mix of them. It´s hard, you don´t know what you have to be careful of and can´t avoid it.
When he was approached by the Agency dealing with fairytale phenomenon and was told he has a potential to slip to the fairytale role and all it includes, he was shaken up. The agents strongly implied to keep it secret but he told Clary. He just had to, he needed so much to have someone he could confine in. He loved his family but didn´t feel comfortable talking about it with them. If he was honest, he felt guilty. He was the reason their lives turned upside down. It was all his fault. They were schooled to distinguish the stirring of the Narrative and the procedure for reporting it in. It was bearable at first, they were careful and avoided all warnings, all signs which have been attributed to fairytales. But one day everything changed. He was cleaning the living room and swaying to the beat of a song from the radio and next thing he knows, he is full on dancing with birds singing chorus lines and dusting furniture. It brought the second visit from the Agency. Originally, they were sure that he is some minor unimportant character but when they reconsidered the situation they concluded he is a main role, a princess to be precise. Simon thought they were joking but the somber faces told him otherwise. They brought with them another agent named Henrietta. She was a princess too. She was kind and described to him precise instructions on avoiding some possible triggers before she left him her phone number and advised him to call immediately if he felt losing control. He didn´t plan on taking any risks but it was difficult. They couldn't classify what type of princess he is, only that he can´t be a Snow White because of his coloring. The triggers where everywhere and he really didn´t wanted to activate. No matter how many little girls dressed up and pretended to be princesses, it wasn´t all fancy clothes and true love. A princess role is dangerous and often deadly.
Something which make him feel pang in his chest is the knowledge that the danger frequently comes from a protagonist family. The parents and sibling growing jealous and abandoning the main lead in a wasteland, abusing him or even trying to kill him. They didn´t wanted to even think about a possibility of something like that happening, they loved each other deeply, they kept their distance nevertheless. Yes, his little close-knit family changed. His outgoing mother couldn´t bear the thought that any man she marries will almost certainly ends up abusing him and instead of continuing of going out to restaurants, clubs and museums to meet new people, she picked hobbies like painting, reading and watching tv, anything she could do from the home. His sister Rebecca was crushed. She took after her mother. She was pale and pretty with a long dark hair. Between the two of them, she looked more a princess material. Rebecca applied to a college far away and hurriedly moved. She severed almost all contact with them and even through it hurt, he didn´t blame her. He knew that she was scared being around him and being pulled into his mess. Clary had quite a few words for that. The fiery redhead was always protective of her friends. She was his pillar. He wasn't surprised to find out that she have angel´s blood in her veins, he always considered her to be his angel.
And he? How did he deal with it? He tried to forget but every time he heard Rebeca´s aloof voice, saw his mother´s gained weight, was excluded from house chores, everytime he was forbidden school trips and parties, he was reminded. He became a homebody. He had a few friends, spent most of his time watching tv and playing games online.
He dressed in a second hand clothes because when he dressed up, either they changed to rags or became too high class. A couple became even dresses.
His only guilty pleasure was music. He loved to sing and play the guitar. He thought about giving it up when guilt overwhelmed him but Clary persuaded him not to. And he was glad, it was really good outlet for all feelings he kept inside.
It was surprisingly easy for the princess to surface, even after all these years of repress. It helped that the circumstances were in her favor. Many people activated their own roles in life and death situations, the stress and adrenaline started their change. And Simon was in prime position, a kidnapped damsel waiting for someone to save her.
"Please, please, let me go" he cried tearfully and pleadingly looked Raphael with soulful eyes. Raphael was perhaps the most shocked when he did so. "Simon, no!" screamed Clary but he didn´t mind her. He stayed still and didn´t try to run, something in him told him it wouldn´t be proper even through if it would have gained him sought after the distance from his kidnapper. He only startled slightly when he felt his body being grabbed and moved, Jace has utilized the lull in the fight and put him behind him. Simon gazed at his handsome savior but before he could do anything, Clary pulled him to her side and whispered "snap out of it, we have to be at our best to help them". He looked at her uncomprehendingly, help them? Yes, he recalls something like a feeling of wanting to fight. But that is absurd, he couldn't do that, he isn´t strong enough. Beside it´s place of a rescue party to fight and kill the loathsome beast which captured him, isn´t it? He was so confused. Simon was so absorbed in his inner struggle that next thing he knew was a sight of sun shining and the feel of the cold air on his skin. He was filled with happiness and with a delight started to twirl in circles. "Is he alright, I have never seen a reaction to the vampire venom like this" asked Isabelle with concern, she still felt awful that he was taken away on her watch. "He probably lost it, you know mundanes, Izzy" Jace played with his knife. Clary frowned at him and gently but firmly took Simon´s arm "he´s fine, shouldn´t we be going?". Isabelle sent the skeptical look at her and nodded.
The infirmary was lightened by sun rays from opened windows and smelled of freshly washed laundry. While Simon was examined, Clary sat next to him and spoke with a soothing warm voice gradually causing him to remember who he really is. He was truly grateful for her presence in his life. After a long while he stopped hearing voices repeating a speech about being kind, sweet and gentle. His body relaxed from rigid posture to more relaxed slough. She felt the change, gave him a relived smile and squeezed his hand lightly. His brain finally came to the decision that he is safe and stopped his pumping of adrenaline to his bruised body. He let out yawn, closed his eyes and prepared to black out. "He´s fine, just make him drink a lot of orange juice and eat some food to get over the bloodloss. He will be right as rain. He won´t even had any scars thanks to the special cream from Hodge" declared Isabelle.
"I want to rage at you, at the risk you took but it would make me a hypocrite. I know it is wrong of me to ask this of you but I must" Clary spoke silently, too quietly for Isabelle to hear. "When I saw my mother in the vision, I saw Valentine trying to wake her up. She used some magic to make sure he won't find about the Mortal cup. Dot is gone and I don´t trust this Magnus with it. You are my only chance. Please, Simon? I know you can do it, you told me so, remember? Royalty was granted the power of breaking curses with a kiss. You are a princess, you should be able to do it. Please, try. Do it for me". He didn´t an answer, Simon tried to control his breathing and give her an illusion of being asleep. He couldn´t assure her that he will try, he was completely terrified of losing himself all over again. And in his head was planted the idea that it was the reason why she saved him.
Next day when Hodge checked on him and heard Simon´s rumbling stomach, he showed him the kitchen. As everything in the Institute, everything had a modern feel. All that shiny stainless feel and dark mahogany screamed of luxury. After he has eaten, his mood lightened. When he checked the time, he was surprised that he slept to late afternoon.
The others were out hunting the elusive Magnus for some answers. He was relieved that they didn´t ask him to come along. Call him a coward but he had already the pleasure of having his blood sucked and being enchanted by a vampire glamour. He mentally isn´t ready for more right now, especially with knowledge that he is absolutely helpless. He sat down and tried to rest some more but quickly became bored. He fidgeted "I could make them something to eat, it would be the least I could do". He took necessary ingredients and started to prepare the dinner. He started to relax and hum. In little while he has found himself singing and moving gracefully in the sparkling clean kitchen with a table full of delicious food. He felt guilty about not feeling guilty. He knew the others wouldn´t understand how he could be so restless, even he fully didn´t. It was like a dam has broken that night. He felt different, all these little things like a cooking which he was frightened about, don´t seem so scary anymore. Now he knew how it feels to get fully lost and on contrary these little slip ups aren´t so daunting anymore. He knew he should call agency and have them examine him but he deep down knew what the result will be. He partly activated. They told him there are causes like that and how it´s daily battle to keep in regression. Even if he asked for help, how would he have explained? He couldn´t say he was acting in self-defense! That would lead to questions about the Shadow World. He didn´t know if they were aware of it or not. They can thing he's crazy and lock him up. He shivered when he thought about the prison. Henrietta told him all about it and he thought a dead sentence sounded like a mercy compared to that. And even if he somehow gets over the inquisition, what then? He knew very well they won´t let him go easily. They will pester him constantly to join them. They did it to all actives and he didn´t wanted be used by them or spend the rest of his like looking behind his shoulder. He will have to keep it secret and deal with it himself.
His shadowhunters looked dirty and tired when they came in, all attention on the dishes stacked on the table. Bowls with cut fruit, warm soups and mashed potatoes. Plates with crunchy chicken wings, fine lamb, sweet smelling pancakes and omelets dredged in syrup next to glasses full of whipped cream, chocolate sauce and honey. Simon pulled a steaming lasagna down and turned "dig in", he nervously smiled at them. They didn´t need any other invitation. Clary swallowed a piece of chicken with satisfaction, she always loved Simon´s cooking. When they were younger, she repeatedly lamented that he doesn´t do it more often. It became almost nonexistent after the whole fairytale fiasco, cooking being princess skill. Clary uncertainly stopped when she noticed his horrified look. She followed it and gaped. Jace was sitting down at the end of the table hoarding plates piled high with a food, quickly chewing and at the same time growling warningly at Isabelle´s hand which was getting closer and closer. He obliviously decided, it isn´t enough and to demonstrate his serious intention of protecting his dinner, griped a knife and slammed it next to her hand. Alec wasn´t the cold graceful boy she has knew him as. Instead he rolled a giant stack of pancakes together and staffed his mouth full with them. On his right was the whipped cream which he drank like water. Isabelle wasn´t an exception. Her hands where all over the table and pulled the food to her mouth. All of them looked like seriously pissed off pack of starving racing eaters.
It was no surprise the food was fast gone. "Where does it all fit?" disbelieving stared Clary. "Fighting demons take a lot of energy" Isabelle lazily stretched. Simon took the dirty dishes and started to clean them. "Well, it seems, you aren´t completely useless, kudos to you" commented Jace. Simon bit his tongue and swallowed the insult, he had to remind himself that Jace can be a monumental ass but he still owns him his life. When he calmed, he turned to him" thank you", he looked at them all "thank you for saving me". Alex blushed with embracement, he wasn´t exactly for the mission "thanks isn´t necessary, it's our duty". "You know if you want to give a proper thanks, I wouldn't be against the dessert" added Jace and then yelped when Izzy cuffed his head "you are such a pig, Jace Wayland". "Ow, shit, woman. I was just joking. Where has your sense of humor gone?". "Really, so you won´t want any?" interrupted Simon before it could spiral to the brawl and pulled chocolate chips cookies from the oven. "I didn´t say that" the blond shadowhunter used his supernatural speed and before Simon could warn him took a handful. By his moans, it seemed neither did he cared. "Hm" one moan was particularly loud and he felt his face turn red, he let the tray on the counter and backed away. Something about Jace affected him badly. He looked at his memories carefully and looked for the reason. He remembered to being draw to him, when he was out of it. He felt unsettled. Is it possible that he belong to the fairytale too? Who could he be? His role has to have some strong connection to princesses or else the pull wouldn´t be so strong. It also explains why he didn´t notice until now. He was in prolonged contact with him for the first time from that night. Maybe brother? That doesn´t seem right, he's only child as far as he knows, and Alec with Isabelle doesn´t have the right vibe to them. Father hardly, until he has hidden some teenage indiscretion. Maybe evil magician or stepson? He didn´t think so. He thought about the remaining options and all of them were bad. He shied away from the thought and tried to distract himself. Absurdly his mind come up with the image of Jace dressed in a big pink ball gown, waving around a magic wand and rating contestants on one of his mother´s favorite fashion show called Project Runway. That cheered him up, he would pay money to see that. But he didn´t deluded himself, it would hardly be something so harmless. The first opinion was a dragon. The dragons are typically connected to princesses. And, Simon cocked his head, he does have the right coloring. All that gold and sharp edges, the dangerous aura around him doesn´t help at all. It is a distinct possibility. What about, he swallowed, the knight? He is a protector who fights monsters in an armor. He could turn it in his favor, gain some degree of protection of such notoriously known hunter in the Shadow World.
But what makes him nauseous is a fact that the knight is usually the prince. You might wonder what's worse with the prince than the dragon? The answer is, they are both horrible events that should be avoided like a plague. The dragons have only one single advantage for princesses, they are usually killed. Whereas princes are harder to get rid off, sometimes right down impossible. Why would anyone want to? It is truth, princesses fervently fall in love princes. It is another truth that princes are attractive, rich and powerful men. They can be faithful, sweet, honorable and charming. But and it is a big but. But they can be creepy, stubborn, self-righteous and obsessive too.
They are many examples in older version of fables. In a Snow White, the prince saw her in her casket and cajoled dwarves to give it to him. He tells his mother he considers her to be his wife and always keeps her near. Does anyone else find it creepy? To just take a dead body and fall in love with it? Sure it might be fun to image someone falling in love with you to the point of madness, someone who wouldn't care if the circumstances are impossible, but in reality? If it was here, we would be the first one to order him a straitjacket. There wasn´t stated if he touched her or not, but it is too close to necrophilia for me.
Next famous example is a Sleeping Beauty one. In this the prince doesn´t wake her by a true love kiss. He doesn´t wake her at all. Instead, he finds her, rapes her and leaves her pregnant. She wakes up after her child sucked a spindle from her finger. Talk about a shock? Her friends and a family are long dead, her kingdom gone and she finds out that she was raped and is now a mother. What followed was preposterous. Prince returned and they started an affair. His wife found out and tried to kill her and her children. Prince found out about that and killed the wife. Then he married the Sleeping Beauty and they lived a happily ever after. What a bullshit! It was written like the princess instantly fell in love with the prince and was perfectly content to play happy family. What I think is that she knew perfectly well that it´s in her best interests to be with her rapist. She was alone, vulnerable in a strange time, with two newborns on top of that. He was a prince and her best bet to stay safe and protect her children.
See? It makes a perfect sense for princesses to avoid princes at all cost. So Simon could only hope that Jace wasn´t one.
Author notes: Hi, I hope you liked it and I got you interested in the books. I didn´t write which a princess Simon is on purpose, I didn´t know. Here are some opinions that would suit him. I have written attributes to them, to make it easier for the writers inspired from this fic.
Cinderella: clothing problems, compulsion to be good house wife, compulsion leave any events at midnight, always catching a taxi, helpful mice and birds, evil stepfamily, a godparent or friend in fashion industry, glass (Her shoes change to glass. She is very good working with glass as maker, artist or worker. She has glass magical power, can change things to glass with a touch). In some version slippers aren´t glass but gold (Her shoes change to gold-useful ability, make me rich! She is very good working with gold as jeweler). Oh and doves that fly down from heaven and brutally peck out enemies' eyes.
Sleeping Beauty (Aurora, Briar-Rose): magic power of putting people to sleep, helpful birds, narcoleptic, can see the future in her dreams, having to be careful of sharp needle like objects, ability to grown briars and roses.
Little Mermaid (Ariel): good swimmer, could hold the breath for very long time or breath underwater, good in water sports and fishing, good singer, good dancer, having bone disease which makes him hurt when walking, be on wheelchair, ability to control water, turns into a mermaid when in water.
Simon could use the Mortal cup to Ascent (become shadowhunter) but it makes him loose his voice – metaphor how Ariel chosen the land and become mute.
Beauty (Belle) from the Beauty and the Beast: has eidetic memory, superfast reader, above average intelligence, empathic capacities, having a stalker (Gaston), be pressured to have sex with a captor, ability to tame and calm beasts and people, attracting rich people with darker nature.
