A/N: Oops. So, a second chapter? Enjoy!

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Simon looked at the ring on his finger, smiling widely. He was married. Well, engaged to be married, but that was a technicality. He was going to have a husband. If someone had told him, before all of this had started, that Simon would be proposed to by a seventy year old vampire, he would've told them they were tripping. Yet here he was.

Simon took a deep breath, knocking on Magnus' door. Raphael had insisted that he didn't need to personally go thank Magnus, but Simon figured it was just common courtesy. It was Alec who opened the door, wearing Magnus' shirt. Or at least Simon thought it was Magnus' shirt, because it read CUTE BOYS CALL ME in pink glittery letters, and Simon had a hard time believing Alec would voluntarily buy something like that. Alec raised a brow at Simon.

"Alexander? Who is it?" Magnus called from somewhere in the apartment. Alec turned his head slightly without taking his eyes off Simon. "It's Raphael's new fiancé!" He called back. Simon smiled. Raphael's fiancé. It had a nice ring to seconds later Magnus appeared behind Alec, grinning. "Simon," he said. "Do come in."

Soon Simon was sitting on the same chair Raphael had occupied some days ago, and, having declined anything to drink, was instead holding a chocolate chip cookie in his hands. "I, uh. You do realize this'll taste like dust, to me?" He asked. Magnus rolled his eyes, shrugging nonchalantly. "The one time I try to be nice," he sighed, waving his hand. The cookie disappeared. "Anyway," Magnus changed the subject, "why are you here?" Alec, who was sitting beside him, elbowed him. Magnus frowned at Alec, then looked at Simon with a smile. "Not that you shouldn't be here, because we are delighted to have you as our guest. I was just wondering, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He turned to look at Alec again. "There, Alexander, was I polite enough?" Alec looked satisfied.

Simon felt lost. "I just... Raphael told me that you engraved the ring, so I wanted to thank you." Magnus brightened up considerably. "The ring," he said. Simon fought the urge to say my precious. "Yeah, do you want to see it? Wait no, you've... you've already seen it, 'cause you, uh... did the engraving. Nevermind." Alec laughed. "Well, I haven't," he said and stood up. "Can I?" Simon nodded, grinning. Alec took his hand, looking at the ring. "It's beautiful," he mumbled. Simon saw Magnus' left eye twitch. He coughed, retreating his hand. "Anyway, you did a great job with the inscription, Magnus. I'm thankful. We are thankful, even if Raphael has a hard time admitting that he appreciates your work."

Alec returned back to his place next to Magnus, who nodded in acknowledgement. "I was more than happy to help," he said. "Especially since I can't engrave my engagement ring yet." Alec pursed his lips, rolling his eyes. "I told you, I don't want to get married yet." "We wouldn't even be married, Alexander, just engaged."

Simon started to realize what Raphael had meant when he'd said it'd be easier to just call.

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Simon had been excited to be the first one to break the news to Clary. He'd been looking forward to seeing her reaction, and then gush about 'what? proposal?' with 'd thought he'd get to shock her with something for once in his life.

This was why, when he called Clary, he was a tiny bit disappointed when she replied to his "Raphael proposed to me!" with a "Well, he sure didn't sit around waiting, huh?". Simon frowned, blinking rapidly. "Wait, what?" He asked, taken aback, "You knew?" He could picture her biting her lip, scrunching her nose. "Yeah," she admitted, sounding guilty, "Raphael told me before he proposed." Simon sighed. "He did?" She snickered. "Keeping secrets from his husband already," she teased, clearly over Simon's grief already. "Fiancé", he corrected, feeling his lips twitch into a tiny smile. "Mmhm," she hummed happily, "sure. But soon you'll be his husband. And he only told me because he wanted to make sure I'd be alright with it. He's such a romantic," she explained.

Simon gulped nervously. "And you are, right? Alright with it, I mean? Like, it's not too weird or-" She sighed. "Simon, of course I'm alright with it! After everything we've been through, I'm couldn't be happier for you." She paused, then added, "Although, please don't take his last name when you do get married. I don't think I could stand it if your name was Simon Santiago." Simon laughed, flopping down on his bed. "No, that doesn't sound pretty good, does it? What about Simon Lewis-Santiago? Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" She thought for a moment. "Yeah, sure. Lewis-Santiago. Makes you sound important." "I am important," he said, mildly offended. "Sure, Simon. To Raphael, maybe. And me, of course."

"Of course," he agreed. "You're important to me, too." She snorted. "Yeah, I better be. I'm your best friend, after all. Just because you marry some fancy vampire doesn't change that." He smiled. "It doesn't change anything between us, no. 'Sides, you'll probably marry Jace, someday. I can't wait to tease you about that." She gasped. "Simon, I'm astonished you'd even suggest something like that!" He laughed loudly.

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"Simon," Rebecca said as she opened the door. Then she punched his shoulder, hissing, "how dare you not tell me about your boyfriend!" Simon's old neighbour was peeking over the fence separating the houses, interested. He didn't even bother to pretend he wasn't eavesdropping. "Can we talk about this inside?" Simon begged, shuffling his feet. She pursed her lips, stepping aside. "Fine. But you're not getting away with this easily, Si." He hadn't expected anything less, really.

They sat in the living room. Simon fidgeted with his ring, turning it around in his finger. This drew Rebecca's attention. "So he did propose," she said, sounding impressed. "I kinda thought he was maybe joking." Simon huffed. "Yeah, so did I for a second when he whipped the box out." He remembered how nervous Raphael had looked, how human. "But I'm glad he wasn't. Kidding, I mean." Rebecca smiled at him fondly, then leaned forward, leaning her elbows against her knees and resting her chin on her palm. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, sounding somber. "If it was because you didn't think I'd accept you, or whatever, I don't-" She closed her mouth as Simon shook his head.

"No, I didn't think you'd mind that. It's just that, well. He's a vampire clan leader," Simon said. Rebecca didn't look too fazed by that. He continued. "And at first I thought that, if things went horribly wrong, I'd have to keep you safe. And the less you knew about the whole..." He searched for a proper word, "The whole vampire underground thing, the better. Including how close I was to Raphael. Then, I don't know," he shrugged. "Then time just passed, and it would've been too awkward to tell you anymore. I'm sorry," he apologized. Rebecca squinted her eyes. "So you thought you'd, what? Wait until you got married to tell me?" Simon dragged a hand over his face, sighing. "No. Well, maybe. I don't know. I didn't think he was going to propose in the first place." She still looked like she wanted to punch him, but Simon thought her eyes softened at the corners. Which might've been wishful thinking, but he wanted to believe.

"Alright. You know what, fine," she said. "It's done, it's in the past, now I know. Now let me see that ring or I swear to God, I will kick your ass, Si." He chuckled. "You'd kick my ass anyway." She smirked. "True."

He was about to leave (after Rebecca had told him for the tenth time how 'fucking gorgeous' the ring was), when he remembered something and stopped, halfway through the door. "Rebecca," he called out. She turned to look at him, tilting her head. "Yeah?" He took a deep breath, biting his lip. "When we have the actual wedding, will you, um. Will you give me away?" She looked shocked for a few seconds, before her face broke into a grin. "Of course, Simon. Just remember to send me the invitation."

Simon hadn't felt happier in a long time.

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Simon slammed the door of their room open, storming in. Raphael paused the television, turning to look at him. "Simon? Is everything alright?" Simon frowned darkly. "You forgot to mention to me that half of the city already knew about the proposal before I did," he grumbled. Raphael didn't look as scared as Simon had hoped he would. "Don't exaggarate, Simon," he responded calmly. "I only told Magnus because I needed his help, and Clary because she's your closest friend, and your sister because I wanted her permission. She's lovely, by the way." Simon opened his mouth to protest some more, then stopped. "Wait," he said, "you went to ask for my sister's permission? For real?" Raphael looked somewhat embarrassed. "Close the door, please." Simon did, then sat down next to Raphael.

"Yes, I went to ask for your sister's permission. It was important to me to... have your family's approval." Simon grinned. "That's so sweet, though," he said, every ounce of annoyance slowly slipping from him. "I have my good days," Raphael mumbled, un-pausing the TV. Simon glanced at it.

"Are you watching America's Next Top Model?"

"Yes."

"You're so fucking weird, Raphael. How do you feel about becoming Raphael Lewis-Santiago, by the way?"

"Why can't it be Santiago-Lewis?"

"Because I want it to be Lewis-Santiago, and you love me so much that you'll be fine with it?"

"I despise you."

Silence. Then, "Lewis-Santiago sounds fine."