Random OneShots

Grey Space

By: Micheofftrash on Ao3

Saphael

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Simon had a problem.

Thankfully, for once, it had nothing to do with someone wanting him dead. Or Clary dead. Or the end of the world.

It was surprisingly a very human problem to have, which Simon found himself having less and less of these days, as the world continued to spin and he stayed an immortal teenager. Things like: Did I leave the stove on? Did I study enough for that exam? Do I need a new job? Is my girlfriend cheating on me?

These were things that Simon (generally) didn't have to worry about anymore. And still, somehow, he found time to have a human problem every once and awhile, just to spice things up.

At least that's what he was telling himself as he clutched at Raphael's duvet cover for dear life, trying desperately to think of ways to fling himself into the sun.

"Are you okay, baby?" Raphael asked softly, pulling away slightly. He looked beautiful, with his lips swollen and a blush high in his cheeks, which wasn't fair to Simon's problem at all. Couldn't he have some sympathy for Simon's wellbeing?

"Yeah, I'm fine." He stuttered after a moment, so caught up in Raphael's presence he had forgotten to respond. "Uh, you?"

Raphael laughed and shook his head, leaning down to place another kiss on the tip of Simon's nose. It was quite possibly the cutest thing Simon had ever seen, and he was starting to think he may not survive the night.

"I'm perfect. But you already knew that." And just like that the spell was broken. Simon groaned, shoving Raphael off of him playfully. Raphael was still laughing quietly when he landed on the other side of the bed, already reaching his hands forward to wrap Simon up in his arms once again.

"This is why I never should have agreed to date you." Simon grumbled, allowing himself to be pulled into the little spoon position. "I knew it would go right to your big head."

Raphael hummed in agreement in his ear, tightening his hold briefly, and Simon hated how much it made his heart swell to have Raphael hold him like this. To feel so safe, and comfortable, and loved.

"Sleep now, idiota, you can insult me more in the morning."

Simon made a mental note to do just that before snuggling down into the bed and allowing his mind to wander as sleep slowly crept up the corners of his consciousness.

Simon had a problem, but it wasn't something that couldn't be handled in the morning.

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Raphael was asexual.

This was not the problem, necessarily. Simon had known this full-well before he had ever even considered kissing the man, and it was pretty common knowledge within the clan. Not to say that Raphael advertised this fact, but when you lived with a bunch of nosy immortal beings who had nothing better to do than be in other people's business for all eternity, things didn't tend to stay hidden long.

No, Raphael being asexual was not the problem. It was however, the catalyst for another problem that Simon had not even considered.

He was fine not having sex, he really was. It wasn't something that he thought was missing from his relationship, and he was truly content to spend the rest of his days holding Raphael close and getting to see all of the parts that Raphael usually hid from the world. Being allowed to see the softer sides, the vulnerable sides, was all Simon needed to be enamored completely.