SHADOWHUNTERS RAREPAIR SECRET SANTA GIFT for @banshee-cheekbonesâ
Title: Home for Hanukah
Pairing: Simon/Raphael
Rating: PG
âSimon! Simon donât you-ah!!â
Raphael shrieked and threw his hands over his face as his boyfriend threw a snowball at him. He started shouting in Spanish and reached down, grabbing some snow and smacking a laughing Simon in the face. âTake that, Lewis!â
Simon looked at Raphael in shock before he knelt down to make another snowball. âIs that a challenge?â
Raphael smiled and stuck his hand in the snow. âYes, yes it is.â
Simon yelped as another snowball hit him and he dove behind a tree to avoid another one. They continued their snowball fight, their laughters echoing, until Simonâs grandmother called them back inside.
âBoys! The sun will be going down soon, come inside and warm yourselves up before we light the menorah.â
Raphael who had tackled Simon into the snow, stood up and offered his hand out. âShall we?â
Simon took Raphaelâs hand and smirked, before tugging the man on top of him, earning a chuckle from his grandmother as he shoved a bunch of snow down the back of Raphaelâs jacket before pressing a kiss to his cheek. âOkay. Letâs go back inside. Iâve officially won.â
âFor now,â Raphael growled, standing up once more. He ran towards the house before Simon could attack him with more snow.
Elaine made the two of them change before thrusting a cup of hot chocolate in both of their hands. âGo sit on the couch and warm yourselves up before you end up sick,â she said before going back into the kitchen to finish up dinner with Rebecca.
They snuggled up together on the couch and Simon grabbed the quilt on the back, tossing it over their laps. He leaned against Raphael, giving a content sigh. âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âFor coming here tonight,â Simon replied. âI know Hanukkah isnât your thing, but-â
âIt means something to you, Simon,â Raphael said. âAnd thatâs enough of a reason for me.â He smiled at Simon before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. âIâm more than happy to spend time with you during this time.â
Simon returned the smile and rested his head on Raphaelâs shoulder. âI still want to say thank you.â
Helen sat down in the armchair next to the couch and watched the couple fondly. Simon caught sight of her watching and blushed as he pulled away from Raphael. The old woman smiled at him. âDonât stop on my account,â she said. âYou two are very cute together.â
âIâm just glad youâre accepting of this.â
âAfter everything Iâve seen in my life, you being happy is more important than the gender or religion of the person youâre with.â
Simon smiled. âThank you, Bubbe.â
Once the menorah was lit and they ate dinner, everyone came back to the front room to eat dessert. Helen and Rebecca had made doughnuts earlier that day filled with different kinds of jam, which everyone happily ate.
âShall we open presents?â Helen asked. âSimon, will you grab the gift bags off the dresser in my room?â
Simon nodded and walked into the front room a minute later with his arms full. He carefully set them down on the coffee table. âWould you like me to hand them out?â
Helen nodded. âPlease, there are names on all of them.â
Simon picked one up and looked at the name before smiling softly and turning towards his boyfriend. âThis one is for you.â
Raphael looked at it in surprise. âMe?â
âYes you,â Helen said. âYou are dating my grandson and in my eyes that makes you a member of this family.â
Raphael hesitated for a moment before accepting the gift bag. âI didnât bring anything for anyone, I-â
âItâs quite alright, Raphael,â Helen said, a soft smile on her face. âYou didnât have to, but I wanted to get you something so I did.â
âI-I-thank you,â Raphael said before pulling out the tissue paper and taking out a book that contained several short stories involving vampires and other creatures. âOh wow. Thank you.â
âSimon told me about your fascination with vampires, so when I saw that I thought of you.â
Raphael smiled and looked up at Helen. âThank you. I really appreciate this, and for letting me spend Hanukkah with you.â
Helen returned the smile. âYouâre welcome, Raphael, and you always have a spot at the table for future holidays.â
âWell, I plan on being with Simon for a very long time, so I think I will gladly be around for more holidays.â
The family continued to open gifts, Elaine having given Simon and Raphael a combined gift of matching Star Wars mugs and hot chocolate mix to go with it.
Afterwards, Simon stood up and grabbed his and Raphaelâs gifts. âIâll go put these in our room. Be right back,â he said before pressing a kiss to Raphaelâs cheek and heading down the hall. Raphael watched him for a moment with a smile on his face before turning back around to see Helen looking at him.
The woman stood up and grabbed the wrapping paper scattered about. âRaphael? Would you help me?â
Raphael nodded and stood up, grabbing the rest of the wrapping paper before following Helen into the kitchen.
âYou really love my grandson, donât you?â
Raphael nodded. âI donât know how to explain it, but I rarely feel attraction to anyone, but SimonâŠâ He paused for a moment and smiled. âHe means alot to me.â
âI have known people like that, everyone else thought them to be broken but I thought they were just fine,â she said, laying her hands on his shoulders. âIâm glad you and Simon met. I can tell you love each other very much.â
âThank you,â he said. âCan I ask you something?â Helen nodded and Raphael opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head and looking down at the ground. âI donât know how to say it actually.â
âJust say it, Raphael.â
Raphael looked back up at her. âSimon asked me to marry him.â
âOh!â
âBut I didnât say yes.â
Helen looked at him in surprise. âWhy not?â
âI donât know. I know I want to spend as long as I can with Simon, but even as a child I never saw myself getting married.â Sighing, he turned away from Helen and leaned against the island, watching as the snow fell outside. âHe doesnât show it, but I know that not giving him an answer upset him, and I hate doing that. We had enough of a rocky start. We didnât get along at all when we first met, but now I canât picture myself without him.â
Helen stood beside him and placed a comforting hand on his back. âAnd Iâm sure he feels the same way.â
âThen I should say yes?â
âI think you should do whatever your heart tells you to do, Raphael,â Helen replied. âYouâre a good man, and regardless of if you get married or not, I think Simon will love you and be happy with you.â She smiled softly at him before giving him a hug. âAnd whatever you decide, this family will still love you.â
Raphael returned the embrace. âThank you.â
She pulled back after a moment and smiled again. âWill you grab some wine glasses and bring them out into the front room? I need to find that bottle of wine I bought.â
As it grew closer to midnight, everyone decided to retire for the night. Raphael dragged an intoxicated Simon to their shared room, Simon stumbling and giggling the whole way.
Once they reached the bedroom, Simon jumped on the bed and immediately rolled himself up like a burrito with the covers. Raphael chuckled and closed the door. âYou donât want pajamas?â
Simon shook his head before hiding it under the covers, his reply slightly muffled. âNo, I want snuggles with my boyfriend.â
âWell this boyfriend isnât going to snuggle you unless you change,â Raphael said, unbuttoning his shirt. âAnd your sister was kind enough to get us matching pajamas.â Simon unrolled himself from the covers as Raphael picked up the Stormtrooper pajamas. âThese look pretty comfy, donât they?â
Simon nodded. âThey do.â
He got off the bed and grabbed the other set of pajamas, his being Chewbacca. Once they were dressed, they got under the covers and Raphael pulled Simon close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. âIâm glad you invited me.â
âIâm glad you came.â
âSimon?â
âHm?â
âI think you deserve an answer.â
Simon opened his eyes, looking suddenly sober. âRaph, do we have to do this now?â
âI wanted to say yes.â
Simon blinked a few times, trying to process Raphaelâs words. âI-I thought you didnât want to get married.â
âI said I never pictured myself getting married,â Raphael said. âAnd Iâm still unsure of how I feel about it, but I do know that I care about you immensely, and I want to spend whatever time I can with you.â
Simon continued to stare at Raphael for a long moment before he was cupping Raphaelâs face and kissing him. âI love you.â
Raphael smiled. âI know.â
âI should go get the ring,â Simon said. âI brought it with me, I donât know why but-â
âJust go to sleep, Simon,â Raphael lauged. âYou can find it in the morning.â He wrapped his arms tighter around Simon and sighed contentedly. âYour grandmother is going to be very happy.â
âHow do you know?â
âI might have let it slip that you asked me.â
âYou did what?â
âDonât worry about it,â Raphael replied with a yawn. âI needed someone to talk to, and I didnât want to call Magnus.â
âHeâs practically your father, heâs going to be upset you didnât talk to him.â
âHeâll get over it. Now go to sleep, youâre already going to have a nasty hangover when you get up.â
âYeah, I did drink a little much tonight, didnât I?â
âNot as bad as Magnusâ New Yearâs party last year.â
Simon let out a giggle. âI barely remember that.â
âItâs okay. I still have videos.â He pressed a kiss to Simonâs cheek. âGood night, Simon.â
âNight, Raphael.â
When they came out for breakfast the next morning, Helen was the first one to spot the ring on Raphaelâs finger. She smiled and hugged them both tightly, congratulating them.
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SHADOWHUNTERS RAREPAIR SECRET SANTA GIFT for @nerdflake-without-a-url
Title: (Want to Be) Something More Than This
Pairing: Simon/Raphael
Rating:Â G
Message From Santa:Â Happy holidays Valentine! One of your prompts was âall the fluffy shitâ so hereâs a fluff overload! Hope you enjoy!
âAlright. Youâve got this.â
Taking a deep breath, Simon tightens his fingers around the take-out cup of spiced hot chocolate in his left hand and raises his right, curls his fingers towards his palm so that he can rap on the door in front of him. He pauses for a moment with his hand raised in midair before he brings his knuckles towards the door.
A mere hairsbreadth from the wood, he stops himself and takes a step backward.
âGet it together,â he mutters, taking another deep breath and using his free hand to smooth down the front of his hoodie. âWhatâs the worst that could happen? He says no? Not the end of the world.â
It should not be this difficult for him to ask someone out; itâs far from his first time that heâs done it and, although heâs hoping that he isnât met with a rejection, it certainly wouldnât be the first time that happened either.
But still, it isnât just anyone that heâs trying to muster up the courage to ask out. It's Raphael; unfairly handsome, absurdly sarcastic Raphael, who is essentially the sole reason that Simon made it through his introductory history class, thanks to hours and hours of tutoring sessions that arose after Simon desperately posted in the first year Facebook group one night when he was a little drunk and bemoaning the horrible grade heâd gotten on his first paper.
The crush that came along with spending so much time with Raphael had been more than a little inconvenient at times, mainly on the days when Simon was too tired and distracted to have his heart in studying and really wanted nothing more than to just stare at Raphael for a few minutes, but heâd (mostly) managed to keep it from affecting their sessions, if only because he needed an A in the class to keep his scholarship.
But he submitted his final paper (after having Raphael look over it no less than three times) two hours ago, which means that his crush has gone from being a quiet, dormant thing thatâs easy enough to ignore (except for when heâs drank a bit too much or when heâs having one of his weekly venting sessions with Clary) to being blazoned in screaming color inside his mind.
Hence the spiced hot chocolate and the standing outside Raphaelâs dorm room and the multiple aborted attempts at knocking.
He tells himself that heâll try one more time. If he canât bring himself to go through with it, if the fifth time (or maybe itâs the seventh, but whoâs counting?) doesnât turn out to be the charm, then it obviously isnât meant to be, and heâll take the hot chocolate back to his own dorm room and call Clary and-
âWhat are you doing here, Simon?â
Simon jumps, spins around and finds himself almost toe to toe with Raphael, who is simply standing there with a raised eyebrow, snow melting in his dark hair and along his shoulders, which are covered by an unfairly well-tailored black leather jacket.
âHey, Raphael,â he says, heart still pounding from the shock of Raphael sneaking up on him. âNothing. Just, uh. Hanging out. You know how it is.â
âOutside my door?â If it was anywhere else, Simon would think about trying to play it cool, pretend that he didnât even know he was standing outside of Raphaelâs door, but that wonât fly in this case, because a) heâs stopped by Raphaelâs room at least half a dozen times and b) thereâs a damn miniature whiteboard attached to the door with Raphaelâs name written on it in careful, precise handwriting.
For a moment, Simon wishes that heâd given up and left when his last attempt to knock on the door had sputtered out, but instead of attempting to duck out of the situation, he forges on ahead. He already looks supremely uncool; might as well make it even worse.
âActually, I came here to thank you,â he blurts, thrusting the hot chocolate towards Raphaelâs chest. âFor helping me make it through the semester. And also, I maybe wanted to ask you out. On a date.â Sighing deeply, he immediately fixes his eyes on the lid of the hot chocolate, so that he doesnât have to see whatever emotion is currently flickering across Raphaelâs face.
Absently, he notices that his hand is trembling slightly.
âOnly maybe?â
There's something in Raphaelâs voice, something that almost sounds amused, and even though Simon knows itâs probably in his best interests to keep his gaze averted, heâs always been a curious person, so he finds himself looking up anyways. What he sees almost makes him stumble back a few steps.
Raphael is actually smiling at him. Itâs little more than a quirk of his lips, but still, thereâs a definite upturn to them that makes a spark of hope ignite in Simonâs chest.
âWhat?â he asks, just to be cautious, because it would be just his luck to get his hopes up only to realize he's completely misinterpreting the situation.
âYou only maybe wanted to ask me out? Itâs not like you to be undecided about something,â Raphael answers, reaching out and taking the hot chocolate. His fingers momentarily brush against Simonâs, and the spark in Simonâs chest flares brighter. âYouâre a very opinionated person.â
âAnd youâre not?â Simon laughs in mild disbelief. Raphael shrugs slightly as he brings the hot chocolate to his mouth and takes a sip.
âYou didnât answer my question.â His tongue darts out to lick a droplet of hot chocolate off the corner of his mouth, and for a moment, Simon is so distracted that he kind of forgets what question heâs supposed to be actually answering. Itâs only when Raphael clears his throat slightly that he remembers.
âIt wasnât just maybe,â he answers, cheeks feeling like theyâre mildly on fire. âIt was a definite. Once I knocked on your door. Which I was trying to do when you showed up out of thin air. Which you should really stop doing, by the way.â
âIâll try to walk louder solely for your benefit,â Raphael replies, voice completely and utterly deadpan, although his smile hasnât abated. âWhen do you get your final mark for the class?â
âIâm not sure,â Simon says, the change in topic momentarily knocking him off guard. âSometime in the next two weeks, I think. Why?â
Raphaelâs smile grows slightly larger as he steps closer, close enough for Simon to smell his cologne.
âIf you donât pass, Iâll have to tutor you again. And I have a strict policy of not dating anyone Iâm tutoring.â
âIf I fail, Iâm making posters and putting your face all over campus, and theyâre all going to say, âthis man is a terrible tutorâ,â Simon responds, hoping that Raphaelâs smile will grow a little larger.
When it does, it takes everything he has to not pump his fist victoriously.
âIf you do that, I definitely wonât go out with you.â After a moment, Raphael raises his free hand and brushes his thumb over the line of Simonâs cheekbone. Itâs a fleeting touch, and thereâs barely any pressure behind it, but it makes a pleasurable shiver course down Simonâs spine. âCome back when you find out if you passed or not. Thanks for the hot chocolate.â With that, he steps past Simon, unlocks his door, and disappears into his dorm room. Once the door has clicked shut behind him, Simon lets out a deep breath and sags against the nearest wall, still able to feel the phantom touch of Raphaelâs thumb on his cheek.
He hopes with everything he has that he passed the damn class but, just on the off chance that he didnât, he immediately starts compiling a mental list of people he knows that are smart enough to hack into the schoolâs database.
Just in case.
&.
Two and a half excruciatingly long weeks later, Simon receives the email containing all of his final grades, and he immediately skips to the bottom of the list of classes.
Introductory History: 91%
As soon as the words sink into his brain, he jumps off the bed, shoves his feet into the nearest pair of shoes, and runs out the door, phone in hand.
By the time he makes it across campus to Raphaelâs dorm, his feet are soaked (who knew that it snowed so much overnight?), and his heart is pounding. As he walks down the hallway, the thought that he could have put some more effort into his appearance occurs to him, but itâs too late to turn around; before he can completely lose his nerve, he knocks on Raphaelâs door.
It creaks open a few seconds later. Even though itâs the middle of the afternoon, Raphael looks like he just woke up; heâs barefoot, his short hair is tousled, and heâs wearing a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt.
Just like that, Simonâs already impressively large crush kicks up a notch.
âDid you pass?â he asks, yawning midway through the sentence. Simon nods, brings up the email on his phone, and passes it over. Raphael scrolls for a moment before pausing, lips curling into another smile.
âImpressive,â he murmurs, passing the phone back. Reaching out, his fingers grasp the front of Simonâs sweater and tug him closer. âWhere are we going on our first date?â
âI have no idea,â Simon answers, chest bumping against Raphaelâs. He carefully wraps his arms around Raphaelâs waist, and when Raphael only pulls him in tighter, he relaxes and drops his forehead against Raphaelâs. âI didnât think that far ahead.â
âWeâll figure it out,â Raphael says, nose brushing against Simonâs. âAfter I finish the nap that you interrupted. Youâre welcome to join me, if you want.â
Simon canât think of a single thing he wants more than that, even if the dorm room beds are absurdly small.
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Nice comment: Taech. Me. About. Deteskop themes pls! Like wow itâs so pretty and you set it up so freaking well, Iâm jelly! Also fingers crossed for your meeting with siblings! I hope everything will trn out just fine! <3