I just finished watching the episode @sh I detected lesbian activity in that clizzy scene, and i wanna thank you for the queerbait,,,
But this is how I rewritten the saphael scene because DUDEEEEEE
Werewolves are terrifying, thought Simon as he opened the door of the ‘room’ the children of the moon had oh so kindly left for him. He closed it carefully behind him, making sure the sunlight wouldn’t be able to travel through any small cracks, and then turned around. And nearly screamed.
His face was as pale as the last time he saw him, no changes whatsoever in the vampire, except for the new suit. Simon had often wondered when did he find the time to get the different clothes: did he steal them at night? Was there a special vampire stylist that custom made them for him? Did he make them himself?
“Hey, bud. Como estas?” Raphael Santiago’s voice was low and husky, almost threatening. But his eyes… god, his eyes. They were staring right into Simon, like they could see him but they also could see inside him. Uhm, maybe not the right allegory. They could see things that Simon had hidden from everyone around him for oh so long. They could see the real Simon. The Simon before the bite, before the Shadow World.
“Raphael,” said Simon, because what else can he say? That he missed him? That he was wished he never left? That he didn’t mean to do what he did? “You’re back.”
The vampire almost took a step back, the movement imperceptible to anyone but another child of the night. Simon forced himself not to feel anything at that, not to let his disappointment show, not to let anything betray what he was feeling inside.
Raphael narrowed his eyes at him. “Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who walked away.” again with the threatening voice that Simon had come to expect from him. The tone did nothing, but the words were a slap in the face. A reality check. Because Raphael was right.
The Head Vampire had given him everything. He had given him a home. A room. A place where to feed himself. Training. A community. All the help he could. And Simon had turned his back on him, he had turned turned his back on the Vampires, all for Clary and the Shadowhunters. The same Shadowhunters that didn’t forget to tell him what they thought of him and his kind, the same Nephilim who killed and burned away the people like him.
“I can’t come back.” the words tasted bitter in his mouth. He realised, belatedly, that they were both still standing at the door. It reminded him of that legend whereas vampires can’t come in unless invited. Except that it was totally fake, plus they were already inside.
Raphael linked slowly and shook his head. “I never asked you too. You can’t.” he repeated, like it hadn’t even crossed his head to ask him that. It hurt. “The clan would slaughter you immediately, unless…”
Simon looked up, like a dog handed a bone. Because he wanted to go back, he wanted to have a bed again, a proper space in a community, actual friends who could understand him and what he was going through. Because Clary would never understand, Alec didn’t care enough, Izzy didn’t get it and Magnus was… Magnus.
“You need to find Camille and bring her to us.” told him Raphael.
Just hearing her name was enough to scare Simon. He looked at the other vampire, eyes wide and scared. He couldn’t do that. Firstly, because that woman was the main source of all his nightmares. Second, “I need to help Clary find Jace.” he told him, shaking his head slightly.
This time, Raphael did explode. He grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him against the door, eyes angry and sad and everything in between. “I am giving you one chance, Simon! I might be Head Vampire, but I can’t command them to do anything. This is the only way you can come back to us without them killing you!” he let go of him abruptly, as if burned, and Simon brought his hands to his neck. It didn’t hurt, really. Raphael caught him by surprise.
The Vampire’s eyes were pleading when he looked at him again. “What have they ever done for you? That Clary, whom you love enough but is the reason you are a vampire. All of them. They don’t love you.” like I do. It was left unsaid, but Simon heard the words anyway.
He wanted to be back. To the clan, to Hotel Dumort… Back with Raphael. But… Could he truly do that? Could he really find Camille?
Raphael said nothing more, and nodded at him one last time. “And for your information,” he said, as he walked away in the shadows. “I never came for you, because you left.” Simon looked down. “But if you had come back immediately, to me… I wouldn’t have said no to you.”
just read the saphael fic you posted for downworlder week and oh my god, everytime you post a saphael fic i just die a little bit. why must they be so good???
Thank you!! That was one of my favourite saphael fics I’ve ever written, I was so excited about posting it. I’m so happy you liked it!!
okay so i saw what the anon said to you about that youtuber girl and wtf?? why is she being so salty, she was literally laughing all the time talking about the show and it felt so fake to me? idk, i just feel like she's being ridiculous when a couple of months ago she was praising all the cast at nycc and now she's saying they can't act???? girl make up yo damn mind
I know? like i said i think she’s got more immature for some reason. I used to like her a lot (i made gifs etc) but now I’m like wtf?? one minute you’re up it’s ass then you’re mocking it? she said she’s being honest but honestly she’s just being negative af for no reason. she basically just goes over all of the scenes and acts them out then mocks it and says every tiny thing that’s wrong with it (stuff that isn’t even bad?)
