HIIII! I absolutely loved all of your issac stuff <3 Okay so i know you said your requests are closed now BUT i just had to send this in so if you open them back up at some point i will let this sit here😈anyway kind of enemies to lovers (or rather rivals) with issac night set during morticia and gomez's time at nevermore. Reader has some witchy powers and is best friends with morticia. Issac and reader are rivals in literally everything and always competing and bickering (classic), reader is for magic and that stuff and issac is strictly science and logic. I was thinking issac dies in some way while tinkering with his inventions and then reader has to bring him back to life (very begrudgingly) and a part of her magic/life force/whatever goes into him and now theyre bonded which leads to the romance part. (I am sorry if all of this is a bit chaotic) If you ever decide to write this thank you in advance! 🩷 -best regards
THE ART OF HATING YOU - isaac night x witch!reader
synopsis: you hate him, he hates you. it’s as simple as that. thankfully, time heals all wounds and the two of you grow closer without realizing, until, in the face of death, the two of you become bound together.
triggers/info: reader is a necromancy witch with a similar ability to enoch from miss peregrine‘s home for peculiar children, the first scene is from friends and is one of my favorites (it’s the first thing i could think of when it came to science boy vs. whimsy girl), gore, blood, body parts, rivals to lovers, death, stabbing, all fun stuff
a/n: thank you so much for the request! my first ever!! this took a little longer than expected but i hope you enjoy it!
The rivalry between you and Issac Night had started the first week of your second year at Nevermore. You were a necromancer, coming from one of the most known and respected witch families in the country. Your mothers and two older sisters all had the ability that was passed down to every female child in your bloodline, all with a specific speciality. You, for instance, specialized in reanimation, able to bring things back to life or create things and bring them to life with surgical stitched-in organs. Despite this ability, you kinned with the magical side of your power than the science-y side. Your mind was much more occupied with the whimsy and unknown of the world spending your time thinking about the things that everyone had already found out and needed to build on in the most complex and complicated ways possible. Maybe that was why Isaac Night annoyed you so. Besides the fact that he seemed so incredibly incapable of thinking about the make believe, he couldn’t let anything go without a logical explanation or reason it being as such. For example, your first interaction.
“I’m sorry, what do you mean you don’t believe in evolution?”
You whipped your head around to the classroom table across the aisle towards the harsh voice. You had just been conversing with your new friend, Morticia Frump when this voice had interrupted you two.
Sat on the end seat of the other table was a boy, dark curly hair hanging partially in front of his face while his pitch black eyes just looked at you. You couldn’t tell if the expression on his face was disbelief or frustration by what you said.
“Uh, I don’t know. I just don’t.”
He had a disbelieving cocky grin on his face as he scoffed at that, “You just don’t believe years and years of scientific evidence proving you wrong?”
You glare at him, the tone in his voice in a conversation that he butted into. “Yeah. It all seems a bit too…easy.”
His eyebrows raised, “Thousands of years of evolutionary advancement seems too-too easy?”
“Yeah. I mean, it’s a nice story, you know.”
He made a noise of frustration and went to respond but the professor had started the class and the conversation ended. Your attention had already shifted to Morticia after she had tapped you on the arm and pointed out the boy on his other side as the boy with the little mustache she had a crush on.
But Isaac didn’t let it go, he spent the next week trying to convince you that evolution was real. You knew evolution was real, you weren’t stupid, but you liked to imagine other scenarios of what could have happened or other possibilities. He had come to you during class before it had started by trying to get you to explain how aposable things could be possible if evolution wasn’t a thing. You gave him a bogus answer about the how maybe the overlords needed us to have them to pilot their spaceships. The look on his face was priceless, you almost started laughing at him right then and there but you held it in while you watched him stare at you in disbelief before he turned on his heel and left. Later on, he started arguing with you over all the scientific evidence of evolution and how you could literally see it in different physical proof. You threw back at him how you wondered who had planted that evidence there. He literally stormed away in anger to keep himself from hurting you. Then came his masterful final act. Isaac, you had later learned his name after your first class with him from Morticia’s crush, Gomez Addams, approached you in the fencing room where your sister and Morticia, along with the rest of the fencing club. He was wearing white lab coat scrubs, buttoned all the way up to his neck, and holding a briefcase with an incredibly angry face.
You looked up at the sound of the big doors opening from your place on the bench, not having an interest in any sports but liked to support. “Uh oh, it’s scary scientist man.”
A few of the girls who had stopped practice to watch laughed into their hands. Isaac slammed the briefcase down on the table.
“Alright, (L/N), this is it. In this briefcase, I carry actual scientific facts, a briefcase of facts if you will. Some of these fossils are over two hundred million years old.”
“Okay, Isaac, before you even start,” You began, standing up from your comfortable bench spot, “I’m not denying evolution, okay? I’m just saying that it’s just one of the possibilities.”
“It’s the only possibility.” He said sternly before going to unlatch the briefcase.
“Okay, look, could you just open your mind like this much?!” You took a step towards him as you became angrier, “Now, wasn’t there a time where the brightest minds in the world believed the Earth was flat? And up until like fifty years ago, you all thought the atom was the smallest thing, until you spilt it open and this mess of crap came out? Now, are you telling me that you are so unbelievably arrogant that you can’t admit that there might be a teeny tiny possibility that you could be wrong about this?”
He looked at you with the blankest of expressions for far longer than you thought, before rolling his neck with a small squint in his eyes at his own admission.
“There may be…a teeny…tiny..possibility.”
You looked back at him for a moment before taking a step backwards as you said in gleeful disbelief, putting your hands over your chest as you clutched your imaginary pearls.
“I can’t believe you caved.”
“You-you just abandoned your whole belief system!”
He was flabbergasted in a way you had realized that first day he needed to knock him down a peg or two.
“I mean, before I-I didn’t agree with you but at least I respected you!”
“How-how are you going to go into class tomorrow? How-how are you going to face the other DaVinic guys? How-how are you going to face yourself, oh?”
You had gotten right up in his face at that last part before slowly backing away to watch him unravel.
He just stared at you in utter defeat, whether it be at the situation or that you had won this argument of knowledge against him of all people. His eyes casted down at the ground like a sad puppy for a moment before he clicked the locks on his briefcase and pondered for a moment, eyebrows creased together as he probably thought about a way to respond but came up with nothing. So all he could do was grab his briefcase and walk away, somewhat speedily.
Every girl in the room watched you for a moment as you turned back to them and said, “That was fun. Who wants to get coffee?”
Before all of them started laughing at how you had taken down Isaac Night, resident mad genius.
And thus your rivalry began. Now, you wouldn’t call yourself a teacher’s pet but you were known to have a close relationship with them, whether it be from your incredibly warm nature to them or your slightly underground organ trading you did with the science and anatomy teachers. Anything left over or any harmed, ranging in sizes for your different creations. But unfortunately for you, every teacher had an affinity for him, different from the one they had for you. He was the smartest person here, exceeding all expectations anyone had had for him when he was confined to his hospital bed. So every teacher wanted him on their good side, just in case he ever became a famous celebrity or an evil villain. You voted on the latter happening.
So the butting of heads continued on, him stealing answers right from under your nose in class by not raising his hand, you doing some light sabotage so that his science experiment would blow up on him in front of the class, him spiking your food so that your skin turned blue for a week. It didn’t stop even when Morticia and Gomez started dating in the middle of your sophomore year, with them being yours and Isaac’s respective roommates and now forced into each others proximity much more than in class. Thankfully, you both had extracurriculars to focus and use as excuses to avoid each other when Morticia and Gomez wanted to hang out, him with his tinkering and you with your necromancy practice. Unfortunately today was not one of those days.
You were sat at your desk with a scalpel in your hands as you carefully cut open the stuffed doll’s chest. With tweezers, you pulled just a little bit of the stuffing out to make room. You had crafted a small oval cut out of felt to lay down in the dolls chest before you pulled a tray closer to you, inside was a small fox’s heart, already dissected and ready for implanting. Just as you were about to lower the small heart into the body, “Hello, Y/N, I hope we aren’t disturbing you.” Morticia’s voice came from the door to your shared dorm room.
You didn’t look up, only murmuring a hello in return as you tried to focus.
“Hello, Y/N!” Gomez called, right behind her.
“Hello, L/N.” That smermy voice said, causing a prickly feeling across your shoulders. You audibly made a puking noise, not even as a bit, it just came out of you.
“Hello, Night. So glad you’re here.” In a deadpan monotone voice, you intended on blocking them out as you had placed the heart into the doll and pulled out a sewing needle. Before sewing it up, you pricked your ring finger with it and squeezed the skin so that one small drop hit the heart’s surface.
Just as you had started sewing, an arm was placed on your head and you heard Isaac start speaking, “Playing with your dead animals again, L/N?”
“Only one playing with yourself, Night?” You snarked as you shoved his arm off of you so that you could finish up your stitching. Gomez cackled in the background as Isaac stayed stood over you and was most likely glaring at him.
You snipped your thread and waited a moment to see if Isaac went away on his own. He didn’t, you could feel his stare over your shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you slowly turned your heart towards him and hissed, “Go away.”
He put his hands up and walked back over to Morticia’s side of the room, muttering something along the lines of, “The witch woke up on the wrong side of the brick oven this morning.”
“She doesn’t like to be stood over when she does this. Could accidentally take from you instead.”
You closed your eyes and snapped your fingers over the body in the shape of a pentagram before holding both of your hands over the body one palm to the top of the other, making an x. Black veins rippled up your hands as you breathed out. All four of you watched as once you moved your hands away, the little doll pulsed for a moment before flopping over and starting to push itself up. It stood and looked at you.
You smiled at it, “Hello. Welcome to being alive.”
It seemed to nod at you, its large head snapping down before slowly pulling itself back up, before waddling off.
Morticia begun clapping softly while Gomez whooped for a moment as he clapped as well, never having seen your process of animating a doll before. You dipped your head to them, just as your doll had done, while you felt your cheeks become hot at the praise.
Your head tilted as your eyes narrowed, “Something to say or were you just choking on a tongue you can’t seem to bite?”
“It’s just- I don’t see the need for praise. What you’re doing isn’t really revolutionary. I’ve got a machine that can do the same thing. Hell, even Gomez bring shit back to life.” He said with an eye roll and his arms crossed.
“Oh you poor, feeble minded Isaac. Seems like even with that big brain of yours,” Your hand came up to ruffle his hair, which he slapped away, “it’s only filled with the rudimentary, scientific textbooks. No knowledge of magic or mana.”
You walked over to Gomez as you started to your lecture on witchcraft, “Yes, you are right, in a sense. If the little friend I just created were to befall a terrible death, Gomez could shock it back to life. But! The key word there is ‘back’. Your machine and Gomez can only bring things back to life. I give things that had no life source to begin with a life source, bringing them to life.”
Morticia raised her hand like she was in class, “Does it harm you to bring them to life?”
“Yes and no. Your life source is your core of your ability to live, you have it from the moment that your heartbeats on it’s own and grows stronger from your first breath, first thought, first noise. All of that. But witches have an excess of that life source so necromancy witches put the extra energy into other people or creations like mine. But because your life source is like the rest of yourself, if you take from it, your life source needs to heal or replenish itself. So witches during the war, like my grandmother, that were bringing maybe ten to fifteen soldiers back a day, it was slowly killing her. The larger the life source needed, the longer it takes for your own to replenish. That’s why I do small creations, takes nothing out of me.”
Isaac looked over to the little guy on your desk.
The class started to ‘ooooh’ at the pairing of your names. Due to the chaos of the last partner project with students fighting over who got to be their partner, Professor Stonehurst had made the decision to partner everyone up himself. Which is how you got partnered up with your favorite person. Yay.
Can you tell this is sarcasm?
As Professor Stonehurst moved on to the lesson today, you started softly banging your head onto the top of the desk.
“Yeah, I’m not so bad.” Isaac said, having rolled over his chair to you and threw an arm around your shoulders. You promptly shoved it off of you and whipped your head around to glare at him.
“You are that bad and what is with your obsession with putting your arm on me?”
He shrugged and pulled away with a cocky smile, “I don’t know, guess you just make a good armrest.”
You turned to Morticia and pointed your thumb at him with a dead look, “Do you see what I’m dealing with for the next three weeks?”
She chuckled into her hand, “Oh, you’ll survive, I’m sure.”
“And I’m sure you might survive this given the fact that you got Gomez as your partner.” You turned back to Isaac and whispered, “They’re getting nothing done.”
“Like we are?” Your eyebrows raised in suspicion at that, so he clarified, putting his feet up on your desk, “With our incessant fighting.”
“Well, you know, if you just stopped talking, I wouldn’t fight with you.”
“But, oh, how would I be able to bug you, my sweet?” He flutters his lashes at you mockingly, making you chuckle as you crossed your arms and looked away.
“Go away. There’s a lesson you’re supposed to be focusing on, genius.”
He smirked, smiled really, and rolled away, back to his desk to listen to the professor.
The assignment was supposed to be simple. Create something new that can be used by both Outcasts and Normies featuring both of your abilities. It shouldn’t be this difficult! But everything seemed to be with Isaac.
“Isaac, it has to feature both of our abilities! It can’t just be yours!” You yelled from across the room. Isaac rolled his head as his head fell backwards on his desk chair. The two of you had been at this for three hours, arguing over the logistics of the partner project. He was so incredibly stuck on wanting to make the entire thing with his DaVinic ability and just have you write your name on it, because it was ‘easier’.
“Our abilities don’t work together. I work with metal and electricity while you deal with body parts and voodoo.”
“Witchcraft, excuse you, and if anything, our Outcast abilities probably match together the best. Let’s just do this, you make a creature of some kind that could help someone do something, doesn’t matter what, and then I will bring it to life!”
He thought for a moment before turning back to his desk and started pulling things out while saying, “Why didn’t you say that before?”
Your arms threw up as you looked over to his bed and deadpanned at one of your creations you had brought over. It just shrugged at you.
“Ugh. You are so exhausting.” You moved over and flopped face down onto his bed.
“Hey. Get up. We’ve got work to do.” His voice was muffled as your head had already buried itself under his pillow.
You pulled your face out just long enough to say, “Nope. You work. I can’t do my job until yours is done. So get to it.”
Isaac huffed before doing as you said, starting to pull out his blueprint sketches to see if he had already designed a creature like machine he could make. He paused though and looked over to you. Your back was to him and it looked as though you were going to take a nap in his bed, your breathing was already starting to even itself out. Morticia had been saying that you were having trouble sleeping, insomnia as part of your ability withdrawal. He thought maybe he should throw a blanket over you, let you be as he worked but he couldn’t work here like he would need to for this project. Isaac let his eyes drift over you for a moment longer before standing up and leaning over you.
He tapped you and you groaned in response.
You turned over halfway and looked at him from half open eyes, “What?”
“I’ve got a better place. Come on.”
His hand was held out for you to take, to help you stand or to lead you to this mysterious place, you didn’t know.
Neither of you noticed or neither of you mentioned the fact that the two of you held hands the entire way to wherever he was taking you. A little voice in your brain questioned whether or not Isaac was leading you off so that he could finally off you. You ignored this voice though, mainly cause you were too tired to care at the moment. Death meant sleep at the very least.
But no, he had lead you all the way up Iago Tower.
“Isaac, where the hell are you taking…me?” Your words trailed off at the end as the elevator doors opened to a beautiful space behind the clock face. It had a spiral staircase up to an upper level that you very much wanted to check out.
Your jaw dropped as you looked around before turning and started lightly hitting him on the shoulder, emphasis with each hit on your separate words, “How could you not tell me about this?!”
“Just tell you?” He asked with a smirk, unfazed by the hitting.
You paused, feeling almost embarrassed by your actions, “No, no. Us. Morticia and Gomez too. They don’t know, do they?”
“No, they don’t. This is my own place.”
You raced up the spiral staircase with Isaac leisurely following behind you.
It was amazing, multiple machines with tools you could only imagine having. A stunning workbench was littered with spare parts, cogs and more random sketches that matched the scribbles in his room. Your arms raised to feel the wires hanging from the ceiling, a wide smile stretching across your face as you marveled at this. You didn’t feel Isaac’s eyes on you, watching with a look that would only be described by anyone else as infatuation. He seemed to snap back, blinking a few times, as he realized what he was doing before you clapped your hands loudly.
“Alright. Let’s get to work.”
A month went by and the project you two turned in last week, both getting 100% on the assignment. He had made a metal canine-like robot and you had brought it to life with a wolf’s heart, marketing it to the class as an intelligent companion and loyal protector. Now, you were one week away from the Rave’N, Nevermore’s biggest annual dance. You had been incredibly excited about it, talking about it with Morticia and your sister as you kept changing your mind about what you could wear. Isaac couldn’t focus on that at the moment, he was too busy glaring across the quad.
“What are you staring at, Isaac dear?” Morticia asked from across the table, cutting into her lunch.
“Can’t you see, mi amore? Our boys’ in love!” You were stood across the quad talking with a boy in your guys’ grade. A stupid gorgon that could barely show up to chemistry class on a regular basis.
Isaac snapped his head back so fast, he could feel something pop at the base, “What? Don’t be stupid, Gomez. I’m just checking him out. You know she isn’t exactly known for picking the best guys.”
You had had two boyfriends in the two and a half years that he had known you, one from before Nevermore and one during your sophomore year. The first was a Normie that you had started dating over the summer before your first year at Nevermore and instead of outright telling you that he didn’t want to be seen with an Outcast from Nevermore, he decided to keep ‘dating’ you while also dating a Normie girl. You only found out when you had gone to a party of his and saw them making out in the middle of the dance floor, people on the sidelines snickering at the scene. You had been so angry that you had cursed his ‘thingy’ green for a year. The second was cocky bastard of a vampire, Morticia had warned you about the age gap, that spent the entire three months of your relationship degrading your outcast ability and infantlizaing you for being younger than him. He was 300 years old, nobody at this school was older than him! Took you a hot second, and a small intervention from your friends, to realize he sucked and to kick him to the curb. You also cursed him to forever smell like garlic, which made him incredibly paranoid about people having garlic around him and trying to kill him. Which was an unexpected side effect but you weren’t mad about it.
Morticia and Gomez looked at each other before looking back to their friend.
“Rightttt, so your staring as nothing to do with the fact that he is clearly asking her to the Rave’N before you?” Gomez asked, wiggling his eyebrows a little as he leaned across the table.
Isaac rolled his eyes, “First off, I was not going to ask her. I have no reason to.”
“Besides the fact that you are in love with her.”
He sighed in frustration as he looked him in the eyes, finally, “I am not in love with her. That’s ridiculous, we hated each other for years and now we are…cordial with each other. For your sakes! By the way. I understand that the two of you are so in love and all you can see is love but two people of the opposite sex can actually be just friends slash acquaintances.”
“We don’t think you two are in love because you are opposite sexes,” Morticia said.
“We think you’re in love because you two are clearly head over heels for each other.”
Steam was about to blow out of his ears as he went to scold both of them when the familiar sound of your high pitched squeal got louder as you lightly jogged towards the table with unbridled excitement.
“Devon asked me to the Rave’N!” You whisper yelled to the table as you plopped down next to Isaac on the bench.
“We saw. Congratulations, I’m sure you two will have a great time.” Morticia said with a smile and a squeeze of her hand to yours.
“Aww, thanks. He was so nice and he was blushing the entire time, it was really adorable!”
Isaac felt a bit of bile in the back of his throat and quickly stood up.
“Sorry, I left something on in the lab, I’ve gotta-“
He walked away, feeling incredibly gross about his stomach and about his feelings, as the three of you watching him go.
“What’s up with him?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“He’s a little scatterbrained lately, hard time focusing on things.” Morticia said as she focused back on her lunch.
You should have known. It was too good to be true.
You been waiting for an hour outside of the dance for Devon, dressed in a gown that you had borrowed from your sister because you had always loved it, when it clicked in your mind that he wasn’t coming. Now you were just sitting here on a bench in an empty quad as you listened to the faint noise of the music coming from the dance. You were biting the inside of your lip to try and stop yourself from crying again but it wasn’t really helping, silent tears rolling down your cheeks and quickly wiped away. God, you were so stupid. Why would he want you, really? Was it just a stupid joke that everyone else was in on? Your brain was so loud and so quiet at the same time that you didn’t notice Isaac walk out of the dance and sit right next to you.
His shoulder nudging against your own was what snapped you out of your mind. Seeing it was him, you quickly looked away and wiped the rest of your tears away before he could see them but he did. Of course he did.
“What are you doing out here, Isaac?” You asked quietly, along with a small sniffle.
“I should be asking you the same thing.” He said with a tilt of his head.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Like you can’t tell.”
“He skip on you?” His voice wasn’t surprised, more as though he was just saying it.
“Yup.” You said before a watery laugh forced its way out of you, “I’m so stupid. I actually thought he liked me.”
“He’s stupid.” He muttered with a shake of his head.
Isaac knew how much this meant to you, how much you had been looking forward to this, how all you had wanted was to dance with your friends and have a boy like you take you to the gala. And because Isaac couldn’t face his one mortal flaw, human emotion, you now weren’t doing any of that. Just sitting out here crying over a boy who didn’t deserve your tears.
“Alright,” He started after a minute of silence between the two of you, standing up before turning to you and holding out his hand, “Let’s go.”
Your head slowly raised from his hand to his face.
“What are you doing, Isaac?” Your voice laced with false annoyance and curiosity.
“Come on. You are going to dance at least once tonight.”
“Isaac, you don’t have to-“
You hesitate a second more before taking his hand and standing up. The two of you started walking towards the dance as your shoulder bumped his lightly and you muttered, “This better not be out of pity.”
You laughed a little, already feeling better, and squeezed his hand lightly. Just a little thank you.
The sound of pounding footsteps woke you up. The light from the hallway poured in, causing your eyes to squint harshly as they adjusted to it. Morticia and Gomez burst through with very little coordination with the latter dragging an unconscious Isaac.
“Oh fuck! What happened?”
“I don’t know! He didn’t come back from the tower when he normally does so I went to check on him and the lab looked like there was an explosion and-and he was just on the ground like this!” Gomez said quickly, tripping over his words as he dragged Isaac’s body further into the room and laying him down in the middle of your dorm room.
“Fuck..” You muttered, you had already thrown yourself out of bed and was gathering all the tools from your desk and dropping them on the ground. Your two fingers went to his neck, trying to find a pulse but there was nothing. You couldn’t hear the ticking of his heart either. You cut his shirt open down the middle with one of your scalpels and saw that his metal heart was no longer pumping blood to the rest of his body. Because of his metal heart, it wasn’t as though you could perform CPR on him to keep oxygen flowing to his brain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. His heart has malfunctioned and stopped pumping blood. I-I need…” You said out loud but trailed off at the end, realizing what you were going to have to do.
“What? What do you need?” Morticia asked hurriedly.
“I’ve never done this before and I need you guys to go if I’m going to do this.” You looked at them almost pleadingly, needing to get started before Isaac was too far for you to fix with no brain damage.
“Yes, yes. We’ll go. Good luck!”
The couple gave Isaac’s arm one last reassuring squeeze before hurrying out.
Your eyes squeezed shut harshly with your fist coming up to rub the furrowed skin, preparing yourself for what you were about to do. Leaning back, you pulled one shoe box out from under your bed before needing to get up and grabbing a plastic lock box from the fridge in the corner of the room. Before kneeling down again at Isaac’s side, you picked up a small bottle of ground lavender and salt, pouring in onto the floor in small X’s at his sides, head and toes. You knelt at his side and pulled your one human heart out of the lockbox. It had been donated to you from Stonehurst, the one untouched one that his classes didn’t use. It was better than a wolf heart or cows.
You quickly but carefully pulled his metal heart out of his chest and replaced it with the human heart. From the box under your bed, you grabbed a small silver dagger that had a wavy blade. With the tip of it starting to cut your skin, you leaned over Isaac so that the blood you were about to lose would pour over his new heart, infusing it. To the left of your sternum, in between your ribs and right past your breast tissue, to just miss your heart. Push, push, push, one clean stab. You screamed for a moment at the pain before pursing your lips to keep from waking up the whole hall.
“Life’s blood to make life blood.” You murmured over and over again like a chant as blood poured without having to pull the blade out, coating your hand in the warm liquid. Once the heart in Isaac’s chest was fully covered, you grabbed a large bandaid with a sigil on the front with one hand and quickly slipped it on as you slowly pulled the blade out.
Your face contorted in pain as you groaned heavily but pushed on. You could only quickly cover it with a similar bandage to your own since you didn’t have any skin or tissue grafts on hand to close to hole. With a deep breath with your eye closed, you held your hands over his body in the X formation. The black veins shot through your body, climbing up your neck. It was painful, like lightening hitting very single nerve throughout your body. It felt like it lasted forever but then it finally ended and a breath of relief choked out of you. You laid back on the floor beside Isaac and waited. Waited to hear his breath come back, his heart beat again, something to tell you it worked.
It was like he had just been saved from drowning, gasping for air and coughing. Your arm whipped out like a moms over her child in lieu of a seatbelt to keep him from sitting up.
“Stay still, Isaac. Your heart is still exposed. I’ll find you some tissue to shove in there later.” You said quietly to him, turning your head to meet his wide, panicked eyes.
“What-what happened?” He croaked out.
“You died. I brought you back.” You saw the look on his face and added, “Don’t worry it’s a human heart. Congratulations Isaac, you’re a real boy now.”
After giving your body a minute, you sat up. He looked normal. His skin was still pasty but not void of color the way it had been when Gomez dragged him into your room. His hair was sweaty and pushed back. But his eyes, they didn’t leave you for a second as you explained what had happened, how Gomez had gotten worried about him and ending up finding him in the lab dying from an experiment gone wrong, him being dragged here, you bringing him back and having given him part of your life source.
“Witches can live up to 200 something years, so every time I make something, I put a piece of it in it but before it’s such a small piece from such a large puzzle, it replenishes easily. This on the other hand, I’ve given you maybe fifty years off my life, a starting point for your new life source.” Everything you were saying with said with an air of easiness, like it was entirely too obvious that this is a normal thing for people to do for each other. Shaving off a large part of their life and giving so much blood to save the other.
His dark doe-like eyes finally left yours to trail to the bandage on your chest that matched his own. He couldn’t believe that you did this.
Isaac pushed himself to sit up again, sitting up to rest on his bent elbows, with the tiniest smile on his face.
“Isaac, you have to stay laying down. You don’t want to-“
Your words were interrupted by him kissing you. One of his hands had cupped the back of your head, bringing you closer to him so he was still at an obtuse angle. You stayed frozen for a second before sighing into it and kissing back.
After a moment, you pulled back with a completely blank face.
“You kissed me.” Just as though you were stating a fact or making an observation.
“You saved my life.” He said, smiling.
You thought for a moment, “Yes.”
He chuckled a little before leaning forward again.
Just before your lips met again, you murmured into his with a smirk, “Bound by blood.”
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