Fanfic Rec #23 Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago (The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters)
Welcome home by Shadowspeaker “Dios,” He whispers to himself, rubbing his face, but it doesn’t take away the absurd thought that’s crossed his mind. He types back a reply eventually and then rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. In the dark, the shape of coffee brown iris’ and plush pink lips smiling form. Raphael rolls over with a frustrated growl and grabs up his phone again sending the texts quickly before he can change his mind.Raphael invites Simon home to meet his family
you’re in the right place by ghostfacers 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.
roaming around, always looking down by groundopenwide That would be just Simon’s luck: saving someone who isn’t just a total asshole, but also happens to be, like, a mob boss or a drug lord or something. Actually, come to think of it, Raphael does give off this I could break your neck with my bare hands kind of vibe, which, great. Maybe bothering him isn’t the best plan Simon’s ever had, after all. Semi-AU based on this: “I’m sorry I was staring at you at the train platform but you looked like you wanted to jump.”
love’s a word we’ve only heard by piotsa Simon didn't tell his mom the actual plan. Of course not. He could only imagine how that would have went down. "Hey Mom, tomorrow I'm gonna travel 70 years back in time in order to find an ancient spell book that could hold the key to stopping Valentine's Shadowhunter army. Who's Valentine you ask? Well-" >>>> EDIT: not being continued
your left hand man by finkpishnets “Okay,” Simon says, shoving a shirt back into the overly ornate closet that takes up half his room, “this isn’t a nineties movie. There’s not going to be a shopping montage to indie rock chick music, and even though tiny backpacks are probably cool again, please don’t ever buy one.” Raphael looks at him like he’s a moron. “Do you even understand half the stuff that comes out of your mouth?”
