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queenslayerbeeLast Shadowhunter fic I ever wrote!
This one is another "shuffle prompt" from 2021. I was asked to write something about these two, and the song that came out was Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams". I took it as a chance to write about vampire!Izzy and Shadowhunter!Raphael, something that had been around my mind for a while.
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Isabelle found that hunger for blood affected each and every part of her body. Her extremities tingled with it; her vision went cloudy around the edges; her veins throbbed. The very tips of her teeth pulsated with it.
The pain only receded when Raphael came to her, sneaking in a stolen blood bag when he could get away from his duties. No mean feat for the oh-so-busy youngest Head of Institute in history.
Isabelle knew that the fuck up which landed her in her current predicament was hers and hers alone. But misplaced resentment and anger tasted nearly as sweet on her tongue as the cold blood he brought her.
“You don’t need to do this,” she spat at him. “I can take care of myself.”
“Right,” he replied, impassive. “You'll just wander the streets alone, eventually killing mundanes when you can’t secure enough food by yourself, until your own family has to be the one to put you down. Or you'll ask for the local Clan’s help. Camille Belcourt would be delighted to get a good excuse to kill you.”
“You should have let me die,” she whined.
“If that’s what you really wanted,” he replied, “you wouldn’t have fed after climbing out of your grave.”
“I’m not your responsibility.”
He paused. That hesitation was the first human emotion she had seen on his face in weeks.
“That’s not why I’m doing this.”
“Then why? Why won’t you leave me alone?” Her voice thinned. “Why are you helping me?”
Raphael picked up the now empty blood bag and slowly cleaned a stray drop from the corner of her lip with his thumb.
“I don’t know.”
Isabelle struggled not to follow that drop with her eyes. At least, she reassured herself, it seemed they were equally lost in this together.
This one is another "shuffle prompt" from 2021. I was asked to write something about these two, and the song that came out was Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams". I took it as a chance to write about vampire!Izzy and Shadowhunter!Raphael, something that had been around my mind for a while.
Title: like a heartbeat drives you mad.
Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV).
Character/Pairing: Isabelle Lightwood/Raphael Santiago.
Rating/Warnings: M, none.
Summary: Isabelle found that hunger for blood affected each and every part of her body.
Word count: 300.
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Isabelle found that hunger for blood affected each and every part of her body. Her extremities tingled with it; her vision went cloudy around the edges; her veins throbbed. The very tips of her teeth pulsated with it.
The pain only receded when Raphael came to her, sneaking in a stolen blood bag when he could get away from his duties. No mean feat for the oh-so-busy youngest Head of Institute in history.
Isabelle knew that the fuck up which landed her in her current predicament was hers and hers alone. But misplaced resentment and anger tasted nearly as sweet on her tongue as the cold blood he brought her.
“You don’t need to do this,” she spat at him. “I can take care of myself.”
“Right,” he replied, impassive. “You'll just wander the streets alone, eventually killing mundanes when you can’t secure enough food by yourself, until your own family has to be the one to put you down. Or you'll ask for the local Clan’s help. Camille Belcourt would be delighted to get a good excuse to kill you.”
“You should have let me die,” she whined.
“If that’s what you really wanted,” he replied, “you wouldn’t have fed after climbing out of your grave.”
“I’m not your responsibility.”
He paused. That hesitation was the first human emotion she had seen on his face in weeks.
“That’s not why I’m doing this.”
“Then why? Why won’t you leave me alone?” Her voice thinned. “Why are you helping me?”
Raphael picked up the now empty blood bag and slowly cleaned a stray drop from the corner of her lip with his thumb.
“I don’t know.”
Isabelle struggled not to follow that drop with her eyes. At least, she reassured herself, it seemed they were equally lost in this together.