All Raphael wanted to do was steal the crown and sell it for a ridiculous amount of money so that he and his family could live out the rest of their lives without having to fight for scraps. But no he gets stuck with...Simon.
All Simon wanted to do was go out into the town with his best friend Clary and see the floating lights. Sure, he’d have to lie to Camille about staying home and then sneak out, but hey he could manage that. But no, someone had to break in and ruin his plans. But, maybe blackmailing Raphael into showing him the lights for the crown isn’t such a bad thing?
In a ridiculous adaption of everyone’s fave pan (ha) wielding, proud vegetarian prince and a disgruntled thief, Simon, long lost Prince is locked away in a tower by the Camille, who uses his magical blood in order to remain young and immortal. Raphael stumbles upon a beautiful boy and suddenly it’s the weirdest road trip ever.
Seriously, this kid’s best friends with a girl who has a pet chameleon. Named Jace? What kind of name is Jace? And why is she not freaked out about Simon giving his blood to his supposed mother?
Simon thinks Raphael is weird, given how pessimistic he is about the world. At least his mom let’s him out of the house.
Things take a turn for the worse when Luke and his horse Maximus try and capture Raphael. And it gets even more worse when Raphael leaves Simon in order to maintain the crown. After all family comes first. That is until he gets thrown in jail.
But what happens when Simon is not only heartbroken by Raphael’s but discovers that Camille isn’t his mother and in fact he is the son of Queen Elaine?
All hell breaks loose. Apparently Camille’s new trick is to drain Simon so that she can become permanently immortal. Yikes.
Simon might be done for, until Clary, Jace and Luke break Raphael out of prison and he saves Simon. Engaging in a rough battle with Camille leaves Raphael severely injured. But Camille is still powerful, young, and strong.
And while she gloats Raphael decides that he can’t die until he sets Simon free, the only way to do that is by making him ingest his blood, thereby cancelling all the magical properties. So. He kisses him. And just like that Camille is reduced to dust.
All seems well, except that Raphael isn’t responding anymore and Simon can’t bare to think that this is the end.
And SURPRISE it isn’t, because this is Disney and therefore, magical blood might be gone, but magical tears are forever. And through the power of love and fairytale and everything Deus Ex Machina, Raphael comes back!!
And everything is happy and perfect. His family is safe and secure, Clary meets Isabelle, Jace meets another chameleon named Meliorn, which Raphael still doesn’t understand. Something called a Malec exists and Luke has been making eyes at Maryse the entire celebration. Not that he’s paying attention to that as much as he is to Simon.
And yes, Simon sure looks beautiful in a crown, he’ll always look even more stunning in his homemade ones made of flowers. So yeah, maybe getting stuck with Simon wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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All in all, it had been quite eventful. His main conclusion though was this: He’s been kind of a dick.
He knows he’s fucked up with Raphael multiple times. His dinner with Maia and his family, admitting his wrong doings, having Maia tell him he’s been kind of full of himself, well...It’s eye opening to say the least.
I made some angst cause why not. Enjoy the feels folks.
“You told me they weren’t going to hurt him.” Jace looked at his grandmother in confusion as she averted her eyes, fixating heavily on the floor beneath them. He heard another scream coming from Simon’s cell and giving Imogen one last dirty look set off running in it’s direction.
He reached the scene where Simon’s head was being held back as a shadowhunter poured holy water down his throat, his screams garbled by the liquid creating burns from the inside out. He froze. Blood spilled out from the corners of his mouth, tears streamed down his eyes as they closed shut trying to block out the pain. The other hunter let go of Simon’s head, allowing him to spit out the rest of the holy water, the blood, and the bits of throat that had burned. The remaining shadowhunter, who watched from a safe distance looked at him in disdain.
“Tell us what you know about the Hotel Dumort. Are the vampires planning a revolt as well, Daylighter?”
Simon shook in his, exhaustion and pain painted onto his features. He looked up at the shadowhunter who had spoken.
“Please” He rasped out, wincing at the raw feeling of bits of his insides in his throat, parts of his vocal cords temporarily dismembered. “I don’t know, please.”
The shadowhunter in question scoffed, motioning for the others to repeat the process again. Simon whimpered as his head was roughly yanked back at an inhuman angle.
“It’s pointless to try and defend them, Daylighter, we’ll eventually get the truth out of you. Though I’ve got to admit forcing a beast like you into a crying, pathetic mess has been by far the most exciting thing I’ve done as a shadowhunter. Now be still, you filthy, fucking bloodsuck-”
Jace finally snapped out of it, forcing himself into the room with the urge to kill. The shadowhunter he’d he looked up at him in shock.
“The hell Wayland? Came to save what’s left of your whor-” A swift kick to the head rendered the shadowhunter unconscious as Jace whipped around to glare at the others.
“Get out.” He snarled, causing the other two shadowhunters to scramble out, shaking in fear.
Jace continued glaring at them while they ran, until he heard a whimper from the man in front of him. Suddenly, he was on his knees in front of Simon, hands reaching up to gently hold his face. The boy in question coughed, before rasping out the blond’s name.
“Shh, don’t speak. It’s over, I’m here. It’s going to be okay, okay? I’m here, you’re safe. Shh, you’re safe.” He whispered as he wiped away the tears that didn’t seem to have an end. He became aware of just how much blood was on Simon, how much of his blood was on him, on the floor, on the chair. The blood the soaked in his pants was suddenly a larger presence. And the burn marks that littered the vampire’s face and neck, his chest. All sharp reminders that Jace had let this happen to him.
He had stood there as his grandmother made plans to bring in certain downworlders for questioning. He stood there as they brought in Simon, knowing full well that he wouldn’t be a part in any major coup in the shadow world. He turned his head when they took him away, into this cell, the vampire calling his name as he was dragged down the hall to this. And he foolishly asked his grandmother not to hurt him, to which her response had been that Herondales seek justice. What he forgot was that justice to a Clave member meant using any means necessary to get information, it meant torture, it was a justice covered in the blood of innocent downworlders for a supposed better tomorrow.
Here before him, head cradled in his hands, was the aftermath, the Clave’s sacrifice for a better tomorrow. Jace felt his eyes burn and the tears fall over the brim as he held Simon closer.
“Just make it stop, please.” He heard the other practically whisper, wincing as he saw more blood pour out of the wounds in his neck.
“I will, I will. I’m so sorry, Simon. Here.”
He took of his jacket, throwing it carelessly onto the floor, his attention focused on stopping Simon’s pain. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, exposing his wrist to Simon’s mouth.
“Here, drink. It’ll make you feel better.” He insisted. Simon looked longingly at his wrist, but was too exhausted and weak to puncture it. Panicking, Jace pulled out a dagger from his ankle holster and dragged it across his wrist, creating a fresh wound. Bringing it up to Simon’s mouth once more he begged the vampire to drink.
“Please.” He whispered. Slowly, Simon lips found the wound and began drinking. A few long and languid sips later and Jace felt Simon’s fangs dig into the wound, venom shooting up into his bloodstream, causing him to throw his head back and moan. A replica of the first time Jace had saved the vampire in this same way. Jace was determined to die like this, in this blissful euphoria, especially if that meant saving Simon.
Except that Simon had always been a good man, and he feels his fangs retract once he death feels too close. A tongue laps at the wound, allowing it to close and heal. Jace’s wrist falls, like lead, at his side and he raises his head up to look a Simon.
The burn wounds from his neck, face, and chest are gone save for a few lingering scars that may or may not heal over time with more blood. His skin is still pale, but no longer glassy as it had been when Jace burst through. The tears are still running down his cheeks though and Jace finds himself, despite the fatigue of being used dinner, bringing his hands up to wipe away at them.
Simon startles, the chains on his wrists jingling as he focuses on Jace’s face. Worry is evident in his eyes and it makes Jace want to laugh, because of course this boy. This amazingly, insufferable, wonderful boy would worry about him even after he’s been tortured.
“Are you okay?” Simon asks, his voice still a bit raspy due to the shreds of his throat that have yet to have healed. Jace nods his head before resting his forehead against the vampire’s.
“I’m so sorry, Simon.” He sees the boy open his mouth to speak, but he stops short and Jace knows it because he’s remembering what Jace had been. His pleas for help, for understanding, a last desperate call for help being met with silence and cold eyes looking at anything but him. He feels Simon tense and try and pull away. He deserves it. Jace sits back and watches as Simon shrinks into himself, undoubtedly remembering the betrayal he felt at his hands.
All Jace wants to do his hold him, tell him he’s sorry, and that he’ll never let it happen again. He’ll give him that hug he wanted. He’ll trust him. He won’t ignore him. He come when he calls.
He knows it’s too late. The damage is done. Afterall, he’s been here himself. He knows what this type of pain, the betrayal of a loved one, feels like. So he does what he can do.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Simon Lewis/Meliorn
Characters: Simon Lewis, meliorn, Mention Seelie Queen
Additional Tags: Angst, Aftermath of 2x14
Series: Part 3 of Flowers and Space
Summary:
And maybe that’s where the problem was. He had been so in love with Clary for so long, that he stopped seeing Clary the person. Instead everything Clary did was justified because he loved her, and how could the person he love do any wrong?
