OK but I love accidentally outing themselves saphael + blood sucking So:
elaine lewis walking in on simon sinking his teeth into raphael’s neck. an oblivious raphael grunts in frustration when simon abruptly pulls away. his lips are red and shiny - they match the smear on raphael’s neck and it’s intoxicating. it’s blood drunk and lust and he doesn’t want to stop.
just as he gets a hand around the nape of simon’s neck to drag him back down, simon chokes out, “MOM! ”…it’s….I…“
elaine quickly stalks away, bewildered at the quiet disaster her son is becoming. still, he chose a nice…vampire…to date.
later, they get a stern talking to about keeping things from her and “do you know how expensive that roast was, simon lewis? how long it took to bake? you should’ve told me that neither of you "eat”, it would’ve saved me the time and effort.“
raphael smirks, simon glares at him, elaine insists on sitting at the dining room table anyway and averts her eyes when they drink.
she makes sure to knock before entering from that point on.
Tumblr prompt: runaway prince!simon and
Two weeks from his coronation and three
from his wedding to Princess Isabelle of Idris, the Prince of New York found
himself on a park bench in Brooklyn. His face buried in the palms of his hand
as his phone continued to ring.
Deep breaths. Deep breathes. Deep- the phone is laying in pieces on the
concrete walkway in shattered fragments.
“You’re a little far from the palace” A
slightly accented voice said, from out of the corner of his eyes Simon saw
“Oh I’m sorry your highness, I apologize
for not bowing” The boy snorted.
“Please, just leave me alone” Simon
Simon is always looking for excuses to be near
Raphael. When he finally finds a suitable excuse, he walks in on Raphael doing
something that Simon would have never thought Raphael would do. He was cooking.
Corazón—His heart. He loves Simon so much it hurts.
His beauty, his optimism, it’s a sea of good and Raphael does nothing but dive
right in. And he is not ashamed, because Simon is a gift. God’s gift, and
sometimes Raphael can’t believe what they have together is real, but when Simon
leans down and kisses him, hands running through each other’s hair skimming
down backs, and gripping hips, Raphael lives in every sense and knows that this
Raphael sighs, shaking his head more to himself than
anything else as he reaches down for Simon and pulls the other boy up again.
“That will be all for today” he pulls the bottom of his tank top up, using the
material to wipe away sweat, unaware of Simon’s gaze tracking over his abdomen.
“You did good but not good enough, even if you pinning me down was kind of hot”
Magnus telling alec they are going on a double date but not with who they are going with so when they arrive and he sees saphael his first reaction is “who invited the vampire?” He doesnt care that Simon is pan and dating raphael he just doesn’t get why it had to be Raphael and the annoying used to be mundane Simon that he was forced to spend the evening with when he would much rather be alone with Magnus (Funny enough Raphael felt the same about Simon dragging him there)
The rage and grief inside him are so strong that he almost hits Simon. He doesn’t want to but those emotions are more powerful than him. Rosa was his everything and he doesn’t know how to live without her. He should be prepared but how anyone can be prepared for something like this? People say that Vampires are cold but he’s burning so strong now that he can’t even control himself. But no, he can’t hit Simon. He can’t destroy the only good thing that stayed in his life.
Now Simon is looking at him with those sad eyes. He looks so lost. They are both so lost. Raphael should know what to do but he doesn’t, so they just stare at each other for a while. He wants to go and hide in his bedroom but he waits. For what, he doesn’t know but he does.
“What happened?”, he hears Simon ask. Oh, so he doesn’t know. For some reason, Raphael thought that everyone knows at this point. That leader of the New York’s Clan is just a sad boy who recently lost his sister and doesn’t know how to handle that. That he’s weak, breakable.
“It’s Rosa, she…” he tries to answer, but words stuck in his throat. Tears are coming down his cheeks and he cannot stop them. Pathetic, he thinks. It’s not how he should act. Why can’t he? Why it’s so hard to shut out your emotions, even when you’re dead? He shouldn’t feel anything at all, so why he can’t stop crying?
Suddenly he feels warm. It’s not that unpleasant burning he felt before. Now he feels like he’s at home and when he opens his eyes, he knows that he wasn’t wrong. Simon’s arms are around him, holding him tightly. Now he feels like he can finally breathe, even though it doesn’t make sense because he’s a Vampire. But now he feels more human than he ever felt before. He is calm.
“Simon” he tries, but he doesn’t know what to say. Simon is like the Sun, a Daylighter and he’s not. Raphael is like the Moon and he can’t… he shouldn’t even…
“Shh”, Simon says and Raphael obliges. He doesn’t have the energy to speak and to explain everything that happened to him in the last few hours. He has no courage to say him that he’s just a broken boy and they shouldn’t be together, because he doesn’t deserve to be so close to someone so pure. Right now he’s selfish. He holds onto Simon and cries. Pain in his chest burns brightly but Simon’s sweet nothing is calming him. He even thinks that he hears the beat of their hearts. For some who is dead, Simon is always so alive. Not like him.
Sometime later, he doesn’t know exactly how much, he’s still in Simon’s arms, but he feels a lot better like some rock was taken out of this shoulders. But he thinks it’s some kind of a dream because he’s not drowning and he should be. He was a few minutes ago.
pairings: Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood (mentioned), Meliorn/Raphael Santiago (mentioned), Simon Lewis/Clary Fray (mentioned) summary: Simon thinks that Raphael is dating Meliorn and Meliorn figures it ut and starts being a little shit and Simon’s a little bit jealous. notes: co-wrote with the amazing and co-captain of the saphael ship, @soft-saphael
Simon can’t ask Raph this so he asks Meliorn even if they’re not that close, they’re not even close at all and Simon feels a little weird asking Meliorn about this but he needs to know. So when he sees him, he grabs him by an arm and takes him away from the others. Meliorn frowns in confusion. Raphael’s fledgling had only ever spoken to him a few times. “I know this may sounds weird and creepy but i really need to know… are you and Raph… mh.. a thing?” Simon knows Meliorn is enjoying this conversation way too much. “Define a thing” The seelie smirked. Simon regrets speaking to Meliorn, but there’s no turning back now. “Are you and Raphael dating?” Simon asks, nervously. He fidgeted with the zipper on his jacket, a habit Raphael had scolded him for time and time again. Meliorn smiles. “I don’t know if he’d like me telling you.. but we spend a lot of time together, yes. But what do you care? Aren’t you dating valentine’s daughter?” Meliorn says and then he leaves Simon alone with his thougths. For the first time, Simon doesn’t correct that nickname with “Clary” and he wish it was the first time he drops a tear for Raphael Santiago, but it’s not. Too many tears had been shed over their ‘maybe’ and ‘what if’s’.
Meliorn walks into the downworlder meeting and smirking at Raphael. “I think your baby has a crush on you” Raphael stares at him with wide eyes and Luke and Magnus nods in unison. “It’s true” Luke says and Raphael turns to stare at the warewolf. “but he’s dating Clary” Raphael states and Magnus slaps him in the head. “he’s only with Clary because for years that’s all he’s wanted but he’s not in love with her nor is she in love with him” Luke points out. “Was the slap really necessary?” Raphael asked and rubbed his head, double checking his hair in the process. “Yes, it was.” Magnus says. “Because you two are so stupid and blind and need to talk.” He adds and summons four glasses. “He’s in the boat house, go Raphael” Luke urges him. “What about the meeting?” Raphael inquiries, or rather stall. “Valentine is a bad guy, his son is an evil asshole, shadowhunters still don’t know what they’re doing” Meliorn summaries. “Except for Alexander. He always knows what he’s doing.” Magnus says with a fond smile and Raphael rolls eyes and hopes he doesn’t sound like this when he talks about Simon.
Raphael uses vampire speed to get at the boat house and once there, he doesn’t have the gut to knock. What if that’s not true? What if Simon doesn’t want him anymore? What if everyone is wrong? He can’t lose Simon again. When Simon betrayed him and left him he thought his heart was going to explode. He trusted him and Simon betrayed him. Raphael’s thoughts ran wild, the fear was crippling. “HOLY SHIT RAPHAEL I WILL PERSONALLY DRAG YOU IN THERE” Maia yells from out nowhere and Simon hears and rushes to open the door. When they’re finally face to face and they don’t try kill each other, Raphael doesn’t know what to say and for the first time in his life, Simon is speechless. With the silence between them it physically hurts to think about the pain they caused each other. Simon can’t face Raphael without thinking about the betrayal. He knows they were so close to become.. something. And he knows Raphael felt it too. He’s been a stupid and a coward. He’s not in love with Clary because he never felt the feelings he’s feeling right now for Raphael for her. Raphael is the first to apologize, it’s a choked out “I’m sorry” only audible to Simon because of the enhanced hearing. It’s always a start, right? “I’m sorry for the killing order on you. I’m sorry for all the pressure, i’m sorry for.. i shouldn’t have went to your mother. I’d have never take a hair from her head, i want you to know that.” “I actually want to thank you for going to my mom, now she knows I’m safe” Simon looks at his shoes like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Raphael doesn’t know what to say because there is so much to say and they both don’t know where to start. “Would you.. i mean, would you like to come in?” Simon asks and Raph nods. “Listen um Simon about me and Meliorn” Raphael began but pause, he doesn’t know how to say what he wants to say but he thinks this might be the best way to get a reaction from Simon. Suddenly Simon turns to face Raphael. Raphael can see in his face that he’s worried about what he can say next but he’s also full of hope and a part of Raphael would like to tell him that yes, he and Meliorn have… something? That they’re a thing. A part of him wants Simon to suffer like he suffered when Simon chose Clary instead of him. But haven’t they suffered enough? “We aren’t together, we’ve been friends a long time, he’s one of my best friends” Simon deserves to know the truth and that’s exactly what Raphael tells him. “Oh” Raphael can see the relief on Simon’s face and he really hopes it means something. “Mh, that’s.. good. I mean, you and Meliorn being friends, that’s really cool. You should have a lot of friends and Meliorn seems nice. So yeah, it’s definitely really cool. Friends. Friendship.. isn’t a wonderful thing? I’m happy you and Meliorn are friends. Like super bros, you know.” “Simon.” “Mh, what?” Simon asks, nervously. “You’re babbling.” Raphael says and tries to hide the smile on his face. “Yeah, you’re right. Mh, sorry.” “Don’t be, it’s” Raphael paused and vaguely waved his hand around “endearing.” After that, the silence again. It never was like this with them and it’s kinda.. weird. “Mh” Raph says and looks around embarassing. “Maybe i should go. Yeah.” But when he turns around, Simon vampire speed in front of him and blocks his way. “That’s why you came? To tell me you’re sorry and that you and Meliorn are besties?” “I was hoping you’d have something to say” Raphael grunts and pushes him aside “have a nice life with your shadowhunter, I can’t believe I’m love with you” Raphael spits out angrily, he doesn’t realize what he had said until it’s too late. Raphael closes his eyes and curses himself mentally. Fuck, he whispers. “You what?” Simon asks, shocked. “I what what?” Raphael is nervous and he knows Simon can smell it. “You’re in love with me?” “No” Raphael shakes his head and crosses his arms around his chest. “That’s not what i said.” “Yes" Simon says “That’s totally what you said” and he.. smiles. Wait, is Simon smiling? Why is he smiling? “No. I said 'i can’t believe i’m still here with you’.” Raphael says in a grumpy tone. “Well I guess I won’t tell you that I’m in love with you too” Simon smirks. “You.. you what?” Raphael says and his voice is so low Simon couldn’t hear it if it wasn’t for his vampire hearing. Something grows in Simon’s chest.. Raphael asked it like he couldn’t believe it. Like.. he can’t believe someone loves him and Simon cannot not think it’s in part his fault too. Simon slowly backs Raphael up against the wall. “I am in love you Raphael Santiago, I don’t know when but I know why, because you’ve been there for me, helped me even after I hurt you, helped me when you didn’t need to, gave me a home and a position by your side.” Raphael looks at his shoes. “What about.. what about your redhead shadowhunter?” Raphael says and stifles his nose when he mentions Clary and Simon can’t hold back a smile. “I broke up with her. We talked a lot and we decided it was for the best. Also, i knew she wasn’t in move with me and she just wanted someone to replace Jace. And of course, i was the easy and safe choice since i’ve always been there for her. Thay’s ok, by the way. I wasn’t in love with her either.” “Then it makes no sense, why’d you choose her over me?” “Because she was the easy and safe choice for me as well. I’ve known her since my whole life but i didn’t realize until now that she’s not who i want.” “What if it’s too late? What if I can’t love you after everything you’ve done?” Simon is shocked. He didn’t expect this answer so he steps back. “Y-you can’t?” “Don’t ask stupid questions, kiss me” Raphael said and grabbed the front of Simon’s jacket. Simon smiles and kisses Raphael. He puts his hands on Raphael’s neck and feels Raphael’s hands on his waist. The kiss is so soft and they don’t know how much they’ve stayed like this.
Elaine studies him quickly, and Raphael almost thinks that the lie is coming undone. Unraveling, just like everything else in his life. The Clave wants to burn him alive. Camille wants to kill him. The clan is divided. His family is in danger.
(raphael has mom feels in regard to elaine, I’m sad af)
It wasn’t too hard to figure out the other’s whereabouts because Raphael was quite used to being aware of Simon’s by now so he could easily find him, even in this loud environment that smelled of way too many different people and partly magical ingredients for drinks.
(matchmaker magnus and magic mistletoe, bless him)
There was no denying that Simon did enjoy this new level of intimacy in their yet to be determined relationship and it felt like Raphael presenting himself to his fledgeling in such a vulnerable position, trusting Simon to take the lead, he fell even more for the gorgeous clan leader and he had been head over heels for the guy for quite some time now.
call my truth [shadowhunters. ~3k wip. pre-simon/raphael.]
simon should see it coming. [a post season one unfinished wip.]
a/n: HI, THIS IS AMNESTY FIC. it’s been sat in my docs folder for about two years now, and needless to say it’s not getting finished at this point. but, hey, it’s about 3k and the same as at least two other fics i’ve written (i had a lot of specific needs coming out of s1), and i figured i’d just stick what i had on my blog. i swear i’m trying to write new saphael fic, but, uh, yeah. until then have something that hasn’t been relevant in two seasons?
Why are there no fics where Magnus' friends give Alec the shovel talk?
Like I want Raphael to show up at the Institute and request to speak with the head of the Institute and then tell Alec that if he so much as looks at Magnus with anything other than sappy affection he’ll kick his ass.
I want Catarina to show up and be like “Alec I don’t normally stoop so low as to resort to violence, but I will if you don’t treat my homie right”
And I want Ragnor to come back form the dead to just to threaten Alec to be a good boyfriend
raphael santiago, head of the ny clan and over all charmer of concerned mothers worldwide is in simon’s room. he sticks out like a sore thumb amongst gaming and band posters in a way that a finger painting would if it were displayed next to the mona lisa.
he’s sex personified in leather pants that simon swears he wore just to get him worked up. not a single hair is out of place and he smells amazing. had it been any other time, simon would’ve taken a moment to enjoy the view but this is a crisis. his mother is in the hall, hoping for raphael to ~fix~ her son, waiting for a call from a doctor he’s had since childhood.
when raphael brushes past his fledgling, he makes sure to bump into him, arm to chest and he’s an awful awful man. he knows what effect he’s having and is savoring it.
he props up against the desk, palms splayed on it’s surface and yeah this looks familiar. like a magazine simon once hid under his mattress that featured a teacher doing naughty things that he should ~not~ be thinking about right now, oh god.
raphael mentions consequences, calls simon amigo as if nothing has changed for the worst as of late. friend. no longer reluctant enemies. it’s a start. lazily, raphael walks toward him without breaking eye contact and all simon can think of is, ‘I’ll take this punishment any day.’
a hand lands on his shoulder, gentle and soft unlike so many rough touches lately. raphael is close enough for simon to smell the woodsy cologne he wears, the sweet tangy blood in his veins. he knows the taste of that kiss, has spent too many sunny afternoons waking from a dead sleep, panting. but the worst part is this: knowing he had it all but chose to torch it.
his eyes close on instinct, waiting.
— raphael passes him by and simon freezes like an idiot hoping for a second, third, fourth chance.
he turns at the sound of raphael’s voice at the door, knees weak and mind fuzzy. his eyes remain sealed and it takes his brain an extra second or two to process the words raphael is saying.
he opens them and wishes he hadn’t because there he goes again, losing raphael again. watching him walk away is torture and keeps happening like a wind up toy on repeat. the pain burns hotter, brighter every time.
the older vampire speaks, explaining about simon’s mother as if his dropping in at the lewis household is nothing out of the ordinary.
when he leaves, simon gives his mother a kiss on the cheek and closes the door behind him. he stares at the space raphael occupied and his chest aches something awful.
you look good in my room, he thinks. in my life.
(have I dodged a bullet or lost the love of my life)
Raphael is only fifteen but he knows how it feels to bare the weight of the world on your shoulders, but he does it with a smile on his face and kiss his sister’s forehead when he tucks her in at night, setting her favorite book gently aside, careful to keep its torn pages between it scotch tape bindings.
He grumbles about this is not what good boys do and pull his brothers off of each other and scold them for messing up the second hand couch their mama had spent months saving up to buy.
Raphael Santiago is fifteen and knows the world isn’t sunshine and rainbows, nothing comes easy but he bares his teeth and lead a group of friends to fight the monster that has been terrorizing their neighborhood.
He’s only fifteen, a child, someone with their whole lives ahead of them yet he lays in a poop of his own blood. Throat ripped opened, skin clawed by something, no someone that moved too fast in the dark.
“Help” he gasps, it pained to breathe and he thinks, how can god do this to me, why has god done this to me.
A shadow stir besides him followed by the sound of tiny bells and he thinks this is it, this is the end.
The bells continue to chirp and finally, Raphael heard a huff. “You’re so annoying Clary, I want to take this one”
There’s was a softness to the voice, it made Raphael’s unease fade but he was still fearful when a boy around his age sat cross-legged by his head. No, not sit, hover.
There was an outline of gold dust that covered the boy’s skin. It fitted well against the green and brown ensemble. He gold flakes highlighted his cheeks and made his chocolate brown eyes shine under the streaks of moonlight that flowed through the cracks in the wall.
“Hello” the boy smiled, it one of those smiles that sent Raphael’s heart racing. Raphael flinched as the boys hand reach up to touch his bloody neck. “No don’t touch me” he hisses and noted the absence of the burning pain.