“'She looks just like your wife,’ Magnus
said, offhandedly. His gaze tore back to Alec when he heard the other man choke
on the coffee he was drinking. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you two not married.’ 'Uh,
no,’ Alec said after recovering from his coughing fit. 'Izzy is my sister.'”
Aka, the “I fell in love with the
pregnant girl across the hall’s brother” AU.
Magnus Bane’s the head of his own
company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met
but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night
stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly
one night is not enough.
Also known as the one where Magnus and
Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop
Despite what his sister
thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming
descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors
for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus
When Magnus gets to Nashville, Indiana
to handle his late mother’s will, he doesn’t expect to be forced to stay there
for six months. Six months away from New York and lost in the wildness of the
It quickly appears that he is going to
go through six months of living hell.
The fact that he hates the local
veterinarian on sight isn’t helping.
Alec had a problem. One
that was wrapped up in exquisite clothing and dusted in glitter. Alec was
quickly realising that being around Magnus was terrible for his composure.
Ignoring the fact that he could barely string a sentence together without
tripping over his words, he’d discovered a new distraction: magic.
After closing a
particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only
to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very
handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was
Magnus wore cardigans
and baggy slacks. He owned two cats, and he lived in a home more suitable for
an elderly mundane woman for a reason. He was to remain boring and unsuitable
for most associations with people. He did not like attention, no matter how
positive it might be. He was to seem eccentric and weird. Living a life focused
on magic that was supposed to not exist.
Magnus Bane is a famous
stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The
feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one
year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves
in love quicker than they expected.
Alec Lightwood is in
love with his best friend and colleague Jace.
Jace is straight and at the moment he’s dating
this Clary girl. Alec is certain it won’t last, as all his friend’s previous
Then there’s Magnus Bane, another co-worker and
a man who sure knows how to make Alec feel embarrassed.
Something’s going on between Alec and Magnus.
Something’s going on between Jace and Clary
Magnus is an interior
designer who is dreading going to his yearly Christmas party and Alec a waiter
who has dealt with more than enough Christmas cheer to last a lifetime. But
when the two set eyes on the other across a crowded restaurant are they going
to be destined for more when the festive season is over?
Alec has enough on his plate right now.
His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he’s
trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking
apart.What he doesn’t need is a fussy mundane
version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn’t need
is Magnus telling him that they’ll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck
that version of himself back to his own dimension.But since when does Alec get what he
Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point
after the “I know you feel what I feel” scene. The gang desperately
tries to stop chaos from ensuing.
“How did you manage to never run
into him? He’s always helping with stuff and he’s even been at the institute
about three weeks ago to strengthen the wards against further attacks from
Valentine,” she replied and looked at her brother incredulously. Alexander
scrunched up his nose and shrugged.
“Well, maybe I have better things
to do than waiting around to watch some overrated warlock do magic
tricks,” he commented a little defensively but it was the truth. He always
had something to do and even when they were not out demon hunting, he had
either paperwork to do or train.
“Pardon me, but I’m not just some overrated warlock. I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn and
that title is well deserved, if I may say so. And I’m appalled that you refer
to my magic as petty tricks. You Nephilim always act to high and
mighty, yet you’re constantly in need of some tricks from overrated warlocks to help you out of some unnecessary
dilemma,” a foreign voice interjected and Alec whirled around, fingers
instinctively curling around his bow to be ready to attack if need be. The
owner of the voice was not what Alexander had expected, to be honest.
With the war finally
over, Magnus had time to be alone and his mind decided to bring up all the
things and people he had lost in the war at once. At his own loft, with his two
beloved cats sleeping soundly, Magnus broke down……
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec
tells Magnus apropos of nothing.
Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of
the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping
per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good
at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.
“So here we are.” Magnus said,
taking a step closer to Alec.
Alec gulped and took a deep breath in
through his nose. “Yeah, here we are.” He squeezed his fingers
nervously in his fists as he caught Magnus glancing towards his lips. “I-I
suppose you want me to kiss you?” He stuttered, voice faltering.
And he didn’t think it would be mended
anytime soon. He certainly didn’t think he’d be ready to let anybody in. Until
a beautiful boy walks into his shop, and steals his breath with shy glances,
kind words, and a fantastic coffee machine.
Maybe this Christmas will be better.
Or: In which Camille is awful, Ragnor
and Raphael are an old married couple, and Magnus can’t help but be enamoured
by Alec Lightwood.
Alec Lightwood is a happily settled down
man in a loving, caring relationship. But things weren’t always that way… and
once upon a time, Alec used his Valentine’s Day to celebrate the spirit of the
night as much as possible.
aka. world inverted legendary lothario
They are on opposite
edges of the same ideal. Alec so young, and Magnus so much older. Alec a
blessed acolyte of the Angel, Raziel. Magnus the abandoned son of the Greater
Demon, Asmodeus. Magnus with so much more unimportant and irrelevant
experience, and Alec with none. They could not be more different if they tried,
and yet, they are also the same. A matched set of uncertainty and inability to
accept that someone might want them for exactly who they are.
So.” Alec flops back onto the bed,
sprawled in a lazy heap on his back, sated and boneless. Magnus is already
lying on his belly, basking in the afterglow, and he surreptitiously steals
closer, burrowing against Alec’s side. “Best sex of my life.”
Magnus hums, resting his head on his
arms, revelling in the thrill those words send through him.
“Or, well,” Alec hazardously waves an
arm around, “easily in the top three.”
Magnus giggles. He has no idea where
that came from. It’s uncharacteristic for him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of
Brooklyn is usually much too dignified to giggle. But then Alec turns his head
and grins at Magnus, lopsided and loopy but brilliant, oh so brilliant, warming
Magnus from the inside out and maybe this is exactly the kind of situation which
calls for a giggle, so Magnus will allow it. Just this once.
Magnus holds out his
hand, a silver chain running around his middle finger and wrist, and Alec
doesn’t have the time to process it – to think, doesn’t have the time to
realise what’s going to happen because he has to take it and he does,
electricity dancing through their fingers and down his back and he tries not to
think about it, holds out his own hand for Jace and feels unbalanced; he knows
Jace’s touch, remembers it from roughing each other up when they were kids even
though he tried to forget it, to turn it into a ghost when he understood, but
Magnus’ is new and smooth and unassuming and he feels uncomfortable, doesn’t
know what to do with it.
there he was. Midnight, at a party. Preparing himself to do something with a
guy. To spend one night getting all of this- this unspeakable desire out of his
system. He needed to forget it before he made a mistake and ruined his career,
his chances of becoming Head of the New York Institute.
(Alec’s panic attacks were getting worse
and worse and maybe if he spent one night with a guy he could get it out of his
system, and he could forget being gay and loving Jace. But nothing went that
smoothly, so of course Alec’s one night stand had to be Magnus Bane, and they
had to keep bumping into each other. It wasn’t like Alec wanted to understand
his emotions, anyway.)
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Since this fandom loves drama (the unnecesary one) this list contains lots of that, with tears, angst, happy endings and everything in between in these Malec writing goodies, that hopefully can appeased those who wants drama and those who really are looking for good fanfiction to bear this hiatus.
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Alec took a sip of his coffee as he
tapped on the message inbox and nearly spat it back out again at the sight that
greeted him. He had to be dreaming, hallucinating, because that…that wasn’t
Mark’s name at the top. Alec blinked a few times, even put down his coffee to
pinch himself, but nothing changed. It still wasn’t Mark’s name.
It was Magnus’.
He’d sent the message to Magnus Bane.
He’d sent a flirty shirtless picture to his boss.
“They’re really good” finally turning to
face the barista Magnus feels his mouth go dry. The man behind the counter is
gorgeous: pink lips, cheekbones slightly flushed, mesmerizing hazel eyes,
surely a model on the side…maybe he could model Magnus’ clothes, or, model
his suddenly inspired underwear collection. He’ll have to get right on that.
Everyone who worked at and frequented
J&L Coffee knew two things for sure. The first was that Simon under no
circumstances should be allowed anywhere near the expensive coffee machines
unless they wanted to destroy the coffee shop. The second was that the
beautiful glittery man that sat in the front corner of the shop every day
sketching and the dark-haired boy who sat in the back corner reading (and
happened to be Isabelle the barista’s brother) were made for each other.
Also known as: the one where Magnus and
Alec have been pining over each other across a crowded coffee shop for eight
months and Isabelle is tired of it.
Magnus Bane is one of the most well respected and
loved professors at Edom Hall University, but although he adores his students
and fellow faculty, he likes to keep his private life …private. The mystery
surrounding his life intrigues everyone at the University but the intrigue
picks up to another level with the arrival of flowers one day.
The fact that it took as long as it did for Jace to
hear Magnus’ ringtone for Alec was surprising. After all, the blonde
Shadowhunter had been living in the loft for well over a month before it
He had tried. When he was nearer Clary’s
age, he had not held back in his efforts to be wooed, but whenever the
courtship took its turn for the serious and permanent, Magnus would retreat,
realizing he felt empty inside in regards to the suitor. And he would not
settle for emptiness. He yearned for genuine, overwhelming, inescapable love,
like the heroines and heroes of the novels he consumed. Why sentence oneself to
a life absent of magic? But Magnus was learning, after years of lackluster
options, that the magic he sought, in his world anyway, was nowhere to be
In other words, Pride and Prejudice
drenched in glitter.
Even before arriving at the house where Clary and
Alec had gone to meet the Warlock that was supposed to be bringing back their
mother, Jace could tell that something was very wrong.
Note: this fic is HEAVY. The contain of it is not for everyone. First of all, it has male pregnancy, a lot of angst, torture at some point, discussion of abortion, rape not described but it’s there, I think there’s panic attacks at some point. I feel obliged to say it because anyone can see this post and feel triggered for this. I put it in here, anyway, because this fic is worth it, because the author makes it bearable and for me, the author is cautios for some topics in the fic. For those who can’t really digest this kind of fics, don’t even click it, please, just keep scrolling and find a fic that you really like, and for those who knows the author and knows the writings, I really suggest to give it a chance because it was very well written.
Magnus could tell
something was wrong with Alec from the moment he touched his elbow outside of
the Institute. He could feel the tremors that shook his body. He knew Alec
needed someone to take care of him, and even though he was momentarily
distracted by Alec’s declaration of love, he was going to make sure he took
care of the man he loved.
Alec is pretty sure
someone, or something, is stalking him. He just isn’t sure if it’s an innocent
kitten, or something a bit more malicious than that.
In this world, Alec is the one to find their pet
cat and bring it home to Magnus.
“It’s Alec Lightwood,” He finally said,
after another moment of hesitation. Then, both sets of puppy eyes were locked
on Magnus once again and waiting for his answer.
More than a few customers turned to look at the outburst as both boys pulled
away from Magnus and simultaneously cried, “But Papa!”
Magnus Bane liked to believe he was a
good father, but there were just some requests that one could not grant their
kids. For instance, a good dad wouldn’t let their child crawl into a lion’s
cage to pet the furry kitty. Alternatively, a good dad also wouldn’t bring
their kids to a cooking class taught by the angriest chef on the Food Network.
When agent Alec
Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of
course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a
whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who
reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very
important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the
two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus,
doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).
Enemies to friends to lovers.
The risk of his heart
in Magnus’s hands is worth it, compared to the risk that would lie in keeping
it hidden. He trusts Magnus with it more than himself, and he needs him to
know; even if it’s a bad idea. The risk of Magnus not knowing is worse than the
risk of it being out in the open.
Alec Lightwood isn’t
the most social person in the world, but his new neighbor is ridiculously
attractive so he makes an effort. It’s too bad Magnus seems to think that Alec
is married to his best friend.
But one thing they could never seem to
fix was how often they got interrupted whenever they did have time to spend
together. It seemed as if no one in the entire shadow world could function
without dragging Magnus and Alec into their problems.
So that’s what this vacation had been
about, three weeks away, just the two of them.
homeschooled all his life, and unintentionally sheltered, Magnus Bane has to
navigate his way through American Highschool. He goes in thinking the worse
possible scenarios, and quickly learns that not everything you see in movies is
true. Sometimes the unexpected happens, and magnus soon realizes he has fallen
for one of the most popular guys in school, and it might not be as one sided as
Magnus knew something
wasn’t right the moment he heard the telltale sound of Isabelle Lightwood’s
distinctive heels on Raphael’s slate floor. If she had hurt his dear Alexander,
she was about to wish she had never returned to this apartment.
Alec had once been told
that he would blow up the very ground he stood on to make things right. If that
was true, why did he feel as though the ground below him was disintegrating at
the same rapid pace as the relationships he once held dearly.
A year before, they didn’t even know
each other. Then there was this hookup app, and months where they thought they
could be "just fuck buddies”. Things went downhill. Things went
Now, it’s been months since Magnus Bane
(head of Bane Co.) and Alec Lightwood (kind of officially a lawyer) finally
figured their shit out and started a healthy relationship. Now it’s Valentine’s
Day and their relationship is put in danger as they compete to out romance each
Based on the cheesy line “I’ve
caught feelings. I hear it’s contagious. We should both be quarantined in bed
all day.” Literally nothing but self-indulgent fluff.
Alec and Magnus come
out by kissing each other on the ice, but the media takes it in a way they
3 +1 times the media got it wrong and the one
time they made sure the media understood
“God, you two are so in love it’s
disgusting,” Jace said, breaking the short silence. He and Izzy grinned as they
waited for Alec to blush and stammer his way through a denial, as Alec always
did when he was confronted about his feelings for the warlock.
They were stunned into silence when all
Alec did was look back at where Magnus left, smile softly, and nod in
When Alec starts to
question why Magnus so rarely initiates contact, the powerful warlock and
Alec’s own siblings are put on the spot. It’s a conversation a long time coming
but is Magnus ready to have it? And can Alec handle the answer he receives?
This was just all so new, Magnus and he,
Alec was nervous but excited to see where it would go. How in the hell was he
ever suppose to ever get some alone time with Magnus with
Jace-the-constant-mood-killer-Wayland as an unwanted houseguest? The story of
how Alec Lightwood tries but doesn’t always succeed in moving his and Magnus’s
relationship to the next step.
‘Alexander…’ Magnus whispered, his
breath hot in Alec’s ear. ‘Tell me if you want me to stop.’ Stop? If Alec
wasn’t so far gone he might have actually laughed at the thought. Alec gave a
quick nod of understanding before pulling Magnus’s mouth back to his, pretty
sure he felt the Warlock smiling against his lips.
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trying to get it on with Jace cockblocking all over the shop.
Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to
not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he
works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has
little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of
experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst
from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in
the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest
son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what
anyone else has to say about the guy.
(aka the Pride & Prejudice/bakery AU
no one asked for)
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volunteered to help Raphael to try to talk to him, get to know him better.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t working out so well. It turned out that managing a
food drive was a lot harder than Simon had anticipated. And whenever he did try
to engage Raphael, he was met with short one word responses before ordering
Simon with another task.
“You love him.” It
wasn’t a question and Magnus’ voice almost sounded awed by what he said, what
he realized, when he looked at his friend at his side whose head snapped to
look at him, no longer watching his fledgling.
He managed to sit on
the bench for at least ten minutes before his phone was in his hand and he
started browsing Twitter for anything entertaining before updating his account
with a Clary abandoned me in the art
museum once again message
with a sad emoji before he decided to take a silly selfie for Instagram to kill
some more time. Just when he took the photo and the camera sound went off - of
course, he forgot to mute his damn phone when he went into the museum, fuck - a shadow fell on his form.
“Did I ever tell you that we feel
everything? The clan, I mean. If I focus enough, I can tell you who’s sad and
who’s angry and who hasn’t been sleeping properly. I can tell you who’s been
having nightmares. There are no secrets here.”
“You know that moment,”
he said “when you wake up and turn over to put your arms around someone
–someone you love, someone who means everything to you.”
Magnus’ expressive eyes were soft, soft, soft.
“I feel so alone,” Simon whispered. “Not in the
post-Clary sort of way, either. In the way that I’m supposed to wake up to
someone and they’re not there.”
“I’m missing something,” Simon went on, voice
cracking. “I’m missing someone but no matter how hard I try I just can’t
“I… I’m sorry. You just looked like the
typ of person who drinks their coffee black.“ Simon stutters and rubs his neck,
trying to hide the shaking of his hands. “What do you want then?“
The guy actually smirks at him and lets
his eyes wander over Simon for a moment, before he answers.
“What I want from you would be really
inappropriate to say out loud in here…“ he trails of for a moment, letting the
words sink in and then smirks even wider when Simon flushes bright red in the
matter of seconds.
“But for the coffee, I would like a caramel macchiato.“
The one where everybody thinks that
Simon has a sweet tooth and Raphael loves the bitter stuff, but it’s actually
How do you stop loving
someone? How do you separate your world from theirs, when you’ve been on a
collision course since you were six and sharing crayons, your smiles so
intertwined that death doesn’t separate you? How do you say goodbye?
You don’t, Simon thinks dizzily, dropping to his knees in front
of Raphael. You say hello to someone else.
Honestly, no matter which way you put
it, telling anyone you live in a hotel is pretty fucking weird, and it’s not
like Raphael has the excuse of a twin brother or a singer mother who works
there or the wacky hijinks that ensue.
Or: a brief look at Raphael in a world
where Shadowhunters no longer need to exist.
“You’re not planning on giving him
a plain black shirt for a few hundred bucks, right?” Raphael asked when
his best friend was about to enter one of the fancier clothing stores the mall
had to offer and the other raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m not planning on buying him a
black shirt at all.”
“All he ever wears is black. The
most colourful your boy gets is wearing grey,” he commented dryly and his
lips curled into a smirk when Magnus huffed, unable to disagree because Alec
really didn’t wear any other colours. If black and grey could even be
considered a colour.
“Well, that’s why I brought you
because you always wear clothes as dark as your soul and might actually be
helpful in this case,” Magnus replied sweetly and glanced at the store
before looking back at his shorter friend questioningly.
Simon’s eyes land on
his good looking guy at the table next to him and when he and his table partner
start talking in Spanish Simon find this as the perfect opportunity to test out
his Spanish knowledge.
“Simon! Dios mío, what
Simon dropped the fire extinguisher, a sheepish
look on his face. The stove behind him covered in smoke and fire extinguisher
gas. “Uh, I was just, uh, trying to make dinner?”
Sure, Simon wasn’t a great cook, but he
certainly wouldn’t consider himself a horrible cook, Raphael’s kitchen was
just… very different from what Simon was used to using. Raphael was a
professional and so was his kitchen.
That’s what everyone said about
them.Raphael Santiago was a fire and, Simon Lewis was the gasoline that only
further fueled the other.
“I’m in love with you.” he came out as barely a whisper.If Simon didn’t have
vampire enhanced hearing, he might’ve not heard that.
Raphael sat on the
living room chair, the cup of tea Magnus had practically forced on him balanced
on his knee, while Magnus himself was slouched on the sofa, laughing. “You,”
he wheezed in between hysterical fits of giggles, “are going to propose? ToSimon?”
Raphael pursed his lips, praying for strength from anyone.
Simon Lewis is a
Hufflepuff that seriously needs to pay more attention around him. Especially
the part where he thinks that his best friend, Hufflepuff seeker Clary
Fairchild is secretly dating his Slytherin chaser crush, Raphael Santiago.
It’s not gay, it’s not gay, I’m totally
not checking him out, he just had that stain on his right trouser leg….
Raphael is, apparently, a rich as fuck
vampire, because the suit shop they go in is fancy as hell. They park in the
basement, because, uh, sunlight, and even though dusk has fallen it’s better to
be safe than sorry (sorry meaning dead). Raphael keeps smirking, which does
nothing to help Simon’s inner mantra that consists of
I’m straight, I’m straight holy fuck is
he licking his lip- I’m straight..
“This,” the vampire announces as they
walk into the shop, smiling faintly, looking, almost for the first time since
Simon’s met him, as if he’s relaxed, “is the greatest place in the world, Simon
He looks at him then, grinning, eyes
dark, shining, looking more polished than ever but somehow oddly vulnerable,
and Simon’s breath hitches, his insides turning to goo.
His mantra becomes
Let me not jump him, or, at least, not
Clary took a sip from her coffee before
putting it back down, her face slipping from confused to serious. “Simon. Are
you serious? You didn’t know?”
Simon sputtered, his fancy pastry that
cost him a pretty penny of 5.78$ flying everywhere from his mouth. Of course, the one time he decides
to spend money it gets wasted. “Clary. Oh my god. Clary, I’m dating
Based Off This Prompt:
Saphael, College roommates AU who find that they have been totally boyfriends
for months and hadn´t even realized. Brownie points for cuddling!
“Er.” Simon says, but
that seems to be enough.
“The one and only.” He says weakly, making jazz
hands even though he knows Raphael can’t see them. “Heyyy, Raphael.”
“You – why is your number in the Pandemonium
It starts because Jace and Simon get drunk
together one night without Clary, and since Clary serves as about eighty-five
percent of their impulse control they’re hammered within two hours and ready to
implement all of their Very Bad Ideas, the ones that are horrifying enough to
make Alec grind his teeth and potentially slap them upside the head.
Simon comes back to
them immediately. He’s pounding on the door the next night, and Raphael
stiffens as he smells the scent of the fledgling.
“I’ll go get him.” Lily says, and runs off, her
face harsh with anger. She appears a second later, hauling the boy by his
collar. His face is ashen with fear – Simon is no good at hiding his feelings.
What was it he’s said before? He was born afraid? And his eyes are dark and
beautiful, just like always, and Raphael wants to shake him until he
understands what heartbreak feels like.
Of course Simon comes back, and of course
Raphael is still unbearably in love with him.
“Thank you, Raphael, really. This is
truly the touching reunion I had imagined for us,” Simon says, ignoring the
fact that he’d imagined several possibilities but all of them had ended in
Raphael ripping him to pieces.
Once, hidden in the dark and
uncharacteristically intimate for both of them, Raphael had mimicked Simon’s
movement in bed, inch by inch, like a game. Simon burst out laughing, pulling
an outlandish face, and gripped Raphael’s chin. Raphael reached out and pinched
his chin in return.
They lifted each other’s faces, moving
it left and right, leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. They let go
and traced a finger slowly from their collarbone to their belly button.
Like a challenge, they held each other’s
eyes, all traces of humor gone.
For a little while, Simon and Raphael
felt as if they were mirrors of some kind. Opposite, but the same.
Soon after, though Simon hadn’t made the
connection, the first flicker of blue had appeared.
Soulmate AU where you slowly start
seeing color. Let the angst begin!
The feeling began to become home. More
of a home than vampirism would ever be. He’d stand alone, attempt God, and feel the pain. This is how it is,
this is what I deserve, this is what I have become. I am this now. I will
always be this. I deserve to hurt—
Until the day that God finally left his lips and remained in
his throat, no choking, no burning. Just Raphael and God, severed.
Simon, on the other hand…
"Raphael,” he whispers,
“I’m so sorry. I thought—”
Raphael feels a twist in his stomach. It
is a feeling that he hasn’t experienced in a very long time. He needs to lead
the clan, he needs to give them justice, but he’s alone with Simon, most secure
room in the Hotel DuMort like a past life, and all that he can feel is want, hunger,
is no room for justice in human want. It’s sick. Raphael is very, very sick;
this is the only explanation for the humanness, the only explanation for the
“Do it again,” Raphael says,
his entire being turning into a betrayal right against Simon’s body. “I
When Simon has to
transfer to another school - the DuMort Academy -, the only thing that could
save him from going mad would be to join the school’s Glee club. Of course,
life is not as easy as it could be, and he is denied to join just yet. He
somehow manages to persuade the club’s leader, Raphael, to prepare him so he
can join in the next semester.
Simon greeted the animal and reached out, gently scratching behind the dog’s
ear. Ezekiel tilted his head, playfully nudging the man’s lower arm and stared
up at him in clear anticipation. He huffed out a soft laugh and reached into
the pocket of his light jacket, presenting the dog with a thin postcard with
the message “Mail for Ezekiel” with two hearts scrawled next to it
and beneath it he had written “have a dog-tastic day”. Ezekiel seemed
pleased as usual and ran off with his delivery while the off-duty-postman
turned around to leave.
“What do you think you’re doing, idiota?” Raphael asked wearily and
frowned at the other’s surprised yelp, followed by a pained sound when Simon
dropped the heavy book right on his sock-clad foot. He quickly picked the book
up again before directing his wide-eyed gaze at the clan leader who stared back
at him with the most unimpressed expression possible.
“You’re back already?”
expression was a mix of disinterest and boredom but his gaze swept over the
things strewn across the room in a silent order to answer his question instead
of stating the obvious.
“It’s not fake concern. I…I know
I’ve been preoccupied with my own problems and that I didn’t…that I didn’t
think much of the consequences or of…of the position you’re in,” Simon
mumbled sheepishly, hands pushed into the pockets of his hoodie and head
lowered while trying to keep up with Raphael’s quick steps. It was actually
pretty difficult to stick close to the clan leader despite the vampire speed
because Simon still wasn’t fully used to it and he could more quickly but not
as smoothly and effortlessly looking as Raphael.
“The position you put
me in,” Raphael bit out, correcting Simon’s statement with a bitterness
that seemed to cut right through the slightly foggy air.
Raphael was extremely
confused. Extremely. He didn’t understand this. He had never felt this before,
and yet here he was, feeling it and he didn’t know where it was coming from.
But it was here and now he had to deal with the fact that he was apparently homophobic
because the sight of seeing his roommate kissing another boy made him want to
“You’re my roommate who’s super cute and
it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel
pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to
kiss you” AU.
Obviously Simon had
missed the memo about his sexual orientation, but he can’t help thinking there
might have been smarter ways to find out than by letting himself be seduced by
someone who sort of scares the shit out of him.
Simon walks into the
Starbucks in only a thin shirt, because he’s an idiot and forgot to take his
jacket with him in the middle of november, and opens his mouth to greet his
friends, but they are not there.
Instead there’s another dude standing behind the
counter, his green apron doing nothing to hide his beautiful body and sadly
neither his grumpy expression.
Simon wilts under the pressure, but
needing to have the last word he replies sarcastically, “Sure thing Dad”.
Raphael’s eyes widen “What did you just
call me?” Simon looks up at him, placing the now empty glass back on the table
in front of him as he licks fresh blood off his lips, “Dad, y’know, Daddy, cos
like you’re making me –“
Raphael waves his hands in front of
Simon “Please stop” he looks around uncomfortably before speeding away.
I saw a prompt on
tumblr : I usually talk to my friends through sign language in class but…
apparently you know sign language too… and now you know I think your butt is
cute.Simon secretly loves Professor Raphael’s butt and accidentally spills his
secret to the professor himself!
Part of him was hoping that he would
never have to see Simon again; you
rip the bandage off fast so it’s less painful, you stitch up the wound quick so
it’s less painful, you let it heal slowly. These things take time.
But - who was he kidding, he’s going to
be entwined with Simon until the end of time, it seems. Quite literally.
His dark hair stuck against his forehead
in wet, messy curls and every annoyed huff showed in form of a little white
cloud leaving his lips and disappearing into the sky. He was a supernatural
being but it was obviously too much to ask for some kind of immunity against
the temperatures. Sure, he had to appear human but that didn’t mean he
basically had to be human.
“Just find the target, make the guy
fall in love with the girl and the freezing is over,” Raphael mumbled to
himself through chattering teeth and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets
of his hoody. At least he couldn’t get sick but this didn’t make the weather
any more comfortable. His whole body seemed to be slowed down and stinging from
the cold, icy wind pulling at the material of his jeans and the hoody he wore
over his t-shirt, his boots kicking up snow with every step.
“You can’t say it back. Why haven’t
you said so earlier? All the other times I said it? I thought you just weren’t
ready yet but if you already know you can't love
me, why not say it outright instead of leading me on?!” Raphael tried to
hide the pain and anger swirling in his chest, masking his emotions with a cold
Magnus had warned him, told him it was a
bad choice to start something with Simon because the guy had almost managed to
two-time and even if he had been 16 at the time, he still seemed so very
undecided when it came to his love life. He clearly couldn’t make up his mind
about what he wanted, not back then and not now. Raphael had known it was a
risk and he had to fight down the urge to place the blame on himself - to
revert back to the thinking that maybe him being asexual and aromantic was the
reason why Simon couldn’t commit to this.
The one person he developed romantic
feelings for, the one person he actually fell in love with, and here they were,
apparently about to break up on Valentine’s Day. It felt like a big, cosmic
joke and Raphael suddenly felt so damn tired.
“I know you’re about to close but
maybe I could get a coffee?” Simon asked and his voice almost broke on a
few words. He squinted a little because of the beads of water on his glasses
that probably blurred his sight but Raphael could see that his dark eyes were
mostly unfocused behind the smudged spectacles.
“You look like you rather need some
tea and a bed,” he commented dryly and rounded the counter to walk up to
the door, flip the sign and then the lock as well. Raphael didn’t care that
they were supposed to be open for 20 more minutes. Nobody came in at this hour
anyway and Simon’s current state was a more pressing matter anyway.
“So, that’s a no? You do realise I
can’t leave when you lock the door, though, right?”
Simon was fidgeting and raised his arm
to hide a cough in the crook of his elbow, the sound muffled by the wet
material of the hoodie he was wearing - not exactly the right choice of
clothing for October if you asked Raphael.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, someone
probably just wanted to lighten the mood,” Lily commented with a shrug and
it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting
messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they
were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find
the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.
“There’s one with lol no balanced
on top of the picture frame in the main hall. I have no idea how they even got
it up there,” Elliott informed them while strolling into the room and he
stopped behind the couch, right next to Simon’s shoulder who tilted his head
back and blinked up at the other vampire frowning at him.
“You have one stuck in your
hood,” the other informed him and before Simon could react he had already
snatched it up, eyebrows rising when his eyes read the message on the piece of
To Clary: I don’t think
I can do this Clary. Is this even a good idea??
From Clary: Simon you have to do this. For
yourself. Don’t worry, no matter what happens I’m here for you.
To Clary: You’re right, thanks Clary. Omg we
just pulled up outside the club.
From Clary: Go inside and stop freaking out.
To Clary: I’m not freaking out
To Clary: I know your eyebrows are raised. Okay,
yes, I’m freaking out. I miss him and I want him and I don’t know why he
invited me here. It’s been 3months and 16 days Clary. Why now? Why would he
wait so long to contact me for whatever reason? Why was I such an idiot? Oh god
what if it’s just to return something I left at his or what if he tells me he’s
met someone new and he’s moved on.
From Clary: Simon stop. Stop overthinking this
and go inside.
Simon is about to text back to delay entering
PanDEMONium but Clary beats him to it. She knows him too well.
From Clary: You’re going to be fine, just go.
Simon enters PanDEMONium expecting it to be the
usual vibrant, enthralled and booming place but it’s empty apart from a grand
black piano where Raphael sits playing a few notes. Simon knows he does that
when he’s nervous.
What hurts the most, the thing that
makes him really ache, is how familiar he is with Simon. He knows the way that
Simon smells; sickly, because every fledgling smells sickly, but with Simon
it’s all different. Simon smells like – life, like something sick coming back to life. Like hope crawling out of its
He knows the way that Simon sounds; the
unnecessary breaths, the way that his voice mumbles when he talks because he
still hasn’t gotten used to his fangs, the wrong thing in his mouth, and the
way that he taps his fingers, the exact sound that he makes when he wakes up in
the morning. A yawn like a wolf’s howl.
But worst of all, he knows the way that
When daylighter Raphael
Santiago is forced to kill a rogue Warlock, the warlock’s deranged lover curses
him to never have a happy ending. Whoever falls in love with the vampire is
destined to die if they touch him. To Raphael, who has long viewed himself as
unlovable, this seemed like nothing. Of course, he didn’t count on the
persistent idiot known as Simon Lewis.
“Angels touched by man cannot stay
divine, Raphael. I thought I was very clear on that matter.”
And Raphael knows. He knows. But when he
thinks about letting Simon touch him, about his lips pressing down on his,
about his fingers tracing his skin, Raphael does not feel doomed. He does not
Raphael Santiago had always known that
his soulmate would not be anything like what his mother had dreamt for him.
Simon Lewis, on the other hand, had always dreamt of a soulmate that was
nothing like what he got. But are dreams all that important? When real life is
a thing that happens, and that you get to actually live?
This is the second part of a series in
which soulmates are found upon the touch of skin. Each part will have a
different pairing at it’s centre, though all three are linked and together they
form a fuller story.
“Yes,” Simon snaps, “Yes, Clary, my
number is 71. It’s right there,” he waves her wrist around, a little too
aggressively, so it’s actually impossible to read. “The seven and the one. 71.
My soulmate’s going to be 71 when we meet.”
Or, everyone has a number on their wrist
that indicates how old their soulmate will be when they meet. Simon is trying
to deal with the fact that his is abnormally high. It turns out not to be such
a bad thing, after all.
When they had become engaged, it had
been like a switch had flipped with their mothers. They were still very happy
for them and they both were waiting with open arms to welcome the other into
the family. No, the problem was not dislike.
The problem was that for some reason,
the minute a ring came into the picture, both Raphael’s mother and Simon’s
mother somehow immediately and independently became obsessed with their son’s future husband
converting to their religion.
Simon, well, he has the
most unusual / off the beaten path twist of words etched across his ribs that
he’s ever heard of. The font is an elegant black crawl with perfectly dainty
pretty loops and swirls, and it says “Dios, I’m going to eat you if you don’t
Raphael sucks in a
sharp, unnecessary breath, eyes snapping up to meet Simon’s gaze, and he
sounds, for the first time, the way Simon feels; like he’s coming apart at the
seams with no hope of being pulled back together. Simon looks away, wants to
backtrack and erase his temporary moment of weakness, because he’s not allowed
to have that.
It always comes back to this - Simon trying to
run away but being rooted to the spot by everything that lies between them.
There are two ways someone can whisper
into your ear with their lips against your neck.
For one, it can be sweet, gentle, soft,
hot, pleasant. A warmth, the feeling of being loved,
someone taking care of you, kisses, relationships, compliments.
And then there are the times it’s
threatening. A knife against your throat, death so close in front of you, fear.
You feel scared, uncomfortable, want to cry. Screaming, kicking, then staying
still, shaking, hurting, hoping, praying.
Simon unfortunately had to experience
both ways in his rather short period of living.
Raphael hasn’t been
home for the holidays in years. Still being haunted by a tragedy that happened
years ago, he isn’t planning on visiting this year either. Until he gets a very
persuasive email from a very angry man named Simon Lewis.
After a fight with his
current roommate Raphael Santiago is left with moving in with his old friend
Magnus Bane. Naturally, this means lots of headaches for him and weird people
stepping into his life.
They take away the good in Raphael and
reduce him to teeth like talons, a heart of stone. They don’t even have to say
the words when his name comes up - “He’s a monster.”
No, Simon wants to say. You’ve never
witnessed him stripped bare, armor lying at his feet with a softness in his
eyes that makes Simon want to turn away. But they were present when the high
walls around his heart became a weapon. They heard the words “Kill
them” and glossed over what wasn’t being said - ‘Of all the people, why
did it have to be you? I wanted you to stay.’ Nor did they hear the full extent
of Simon’s betrayal, how it cut straight into tendons where it bled the most -
'Is it too late to go back?’
He heard the sound again and it made his
hair stand on end because the creaky wood noise sounded like someone walking
very slowly, dragging their feet with every step and it was like right out of a
horror movie. Simon suppressed the ridiculous urge to go knock on the door to
his mother’s and sister’s room but he also felt like these sounds were far from
normal and what if ghosts were
real after all?! It
was the middle of the night, he was still tired and his brain did not function
properly - he was allowed to think stupid shit!
Simon couldn’t tell why it seemed like a
good idea to snatch up his key and leave his room but that was exactly what he
did. Not to investigate the creepy sounds, he knew how such things turned out
and he didn’t have a death wish, but to get further away from the noises. The
dimmed lights in the hallway made the old hotel look even eerier and a few
steps away from his door he severely regretted the decision to leave his room.
He turned around to head back, saw a dark silhouette at the other end of the
hallway that definitely moved and…he bolted. No.fucking.way!
Simon Lewis is an
average high school teacher just trying to make sure the future generation gets
there. He never asked to get his room moved next to the one guy in the whole
school who probably hates him the most. That’s all Luke’s fault.
said pushing his Spanish text book away, he leaned back in his hair and watched
as Raphael chewed on the bottom of his pen in concentration.
“Hypothetically” Raphael repeated, propping his
head up on his hand to show that he was listening.
“If I liked someone, but I don’t” Simon hastily
said when Raphael quirked an eyebrow “but if I did and I wanted to know if that
person likes me back, what do I do?”
I mean…. just might be me but…….How do you go from half moon shape eyebrows on April 19th with Lopez… to triangles April 22?? I mean do dudes really have that kind of eyebrow growth?
I mean i realize with all the Lakota and Cheyenne blood I have, that means i do not have a bunch of body hair. And when they shape my brows, mine stay shaped for about 5 months. (Cause trust that shit sucks when they make a mistake. It means half a year before it grows back at least) So I mean I could shave my legs today and maybe have some fuzz by Dec. So I am legitimately asking here. (The German blood isn’t enough to beat the others Lol)