i just kept calling him raphael

Demon Shoes

OR- How Raphael and Ragnor learnt what not to do.

“Magnus, quick! You have to get to the Dumort ASAP- Raphael’s been stabbed! He doesn’t know who by, but the wound’s not healing properly… this isn’t a joke, Magnus, he’s in trouble! Please, please help him!”

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Stars Hide Your Fires

Downworlder Week - Day 6 - Favourite Downworlder Ships


This is the one I’m most of proud of this week, so I hope you like it!

Set during CoG, while Raphael waits to see if Simon will show up to accept his deal. Spoilery if you haven’t read the book

Also, the entire exchange between Raphael and Simon is taken from CoG. I rewrote it from Raphael’s POV, but the whole scene and the dialogue were written by Cassandra Clare

Raphael couldn’t believe it had come to this. He sat on the ground beneath the trees of Brocelind forest. If he looked up, he could see the scattering of a million stars through the leaves above. He didn’t want to look up though. He didn’t want to see those stars. A line from Macbeth kept recurring to him. ‘Stars hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.’

He was aware of the other vampires’ presence around him, but none of them came near him.

He couldn’t believe it had come to this. How had everything happened so quickly? He remembered seeing the mundane lying in the floor of the Dumort, three different vampires feeding from him. His glasses lying discarded and stepped on, the lenses shattered. His skin was so pale. Deathly pale.

Raphael had just wanted to stop his clan from killing an innocent mundane. He didn’t care that he had trespassed, Raphael had gotten rid of Camille in order to stop the senseless murder of mundanes. He promised himself no mundane would die by the fangs of any vampire in his clan while he was in charge. And yet, there he was. A teenage boy lying unconscious in the Hotel Dumort lobby while the vampires drained the life from his veins.

Raphael had been furious. Thrown the vampires away from the boy. Knelt down by him and felt for a pulse. He had found one, but it was weak. Dying.

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frankendreamer requested: Please could I request Gabriel playing with the reader’s hair while she lies with her head in his lap? Thank you!

Word count: 1984

Author: Mars

Warnings: There’s a mention of death, but it’s not anything too bad.

Here you go hon! I hope it’s alright, it was a pretty bare-bones prompt, and I think I got a little carried away with backstory… Oops? But I kept to the prompt, and played with some headcanons I’ve got about Gabe. I mean, there’s— wait, wait I’m not going to spoil the story. Go read.



“It’s so boring here!”

“Quit your whining, ____. It’s not our fault you’re bored.”

“Yes it is,” You pouted at Dean, sitting diagonally across one of the chairs in the bunker, “There’ nothing to do other than read, and I’ve read every book here three times over.”

Dean looked up at you, green eyes so very done with you for today, “Sammy never complains. Read them again.”

You lifted your head, “That’s because Sam’s a weirdo and seems to enjoy doing the same thing over and over again.”

“Look, ____, if you’re going to bother me I’m going to throw a book at your head.” Dean said, obviously annoyed with your constant talking and narrating of everything you and the boys did around the bunker.

You huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of your face as you rolled out of the chair and trudged off to your room, making sure to drag your steps and simultaneously make each step as loud as it could possibly be.

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Fallen Angel, Pt. 2

Part 1

Inspired by simonlewisantifanclub and dedicated to babeliciousrockgod because she’s not well and I just want her to be happy. I hope you get better soon, ily!

What if Raphael’s death wasn’t real, and Asmodeus kept him prisoner for four years before giving him back to Magnus?


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