la collection 2

1. Hangry

IN WHICH SHE'S HUNGRY AND CRYING

Summary: a raphael santiago x reader with the prompts "You love her, don't you?" "Is it that obvious?" + "Take my hand." "Why?" "I'm trying to ask you to marry me so take my damn hand." could the reader be izzy and alec's little sister so there's a scene with the siblings being over protective but raphael confessing he truly does love her. and please don't erase his asexuality !!

Warnings: Raphael Santiago x Fem!Reader, Lightwood!Reader, Fluff.

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"Hi, Izzy. Could you pick me up? I may or may not have tripped over a rock and twisted my ankle."

Voicing it out loud sounded really stupid but unfortunately there was no lie in anything you said. You winced uncomfortably as the pain in your ankle worsened and the sound of your sister, Isabelle, shouting at you from the phone didn't really help.

"What were you thinking, Y/N?" She shrieked, bursting your eardrums without a doubt. "And a rock? Seriously? Stay where you are. Alec and I are coming to get you."

"No, don't bring Alec!" You groaned at the thought of your eldest brother seeing you in this state. "He's just going to shout at me."

"Exactly why I'm bringing him." With those words, Izzy ended the call.

Which meant that you were all alone with nothing but the company of the bedazzling stars in the sky as well as the distant howling. Maybe sneaking out from the Institute was a bad idea, you realized now. Out of boredom, you decided to count the number of airplanes that flew by.

The night fascinated you. Every shimmering star and every brush of cold wind brought you peace. It astounded you as to why such a beautiful concept would bear dangerous creatures. But you knew that not all creations of the night were lethal — you of all people should know that.

Your deep thoughts got cut short as you heard the repetitive calls for your name. However, you decided to lay comfortably in the grass, knowing that it wouldn't take long for either one of your siblings to find you. Plus, you couldn't really walk either, it would be torture to try and stand up.

"Hi, pumpkin. What'cha doing on the grass?" Isabelle was right above your head, shoving the light from her flashlight in front of your face.

"Dying." You deadpanned.

"This wouldn't have happened if you just stayed in the Institute." There was a deep, raspy voice that pitched in, you immediately recognized it as your brother, Alec.

"Hey, big bro!" You exclaimed as he lifted you effortlessly. "Believe me if I say that I'm really sorry and that my apologies are really sincere and—"

"No." He said, cutting you off.

"Okay, then." You whistled awkwardly, diverting your attention to Isabelle who was making goofy faces at you.

For about ten minutes, Isabelle and you had a face-off — with Clary joining in occasionally because she was a sweetheart like that. Then a growl erupting in your stomach interrupted your little battle.

"Alec," You looked at up him, head aching at the thought of the long duration of the trip back home. "I'm hungry."

When he ignored you, there was only one thing left to do in this dire situation — you weren't about to starve to death and the food back at the Institute literally meant death.

"Oh my God, Alec," You whined, pretending to choke up as if you were tearing up. "Do you think Mom would let me starve? I'd say she'd be pretty disappointed in you honestly. I'm telling Mom on you—"