Here's a little Sizzy for you fans out there :)
A tinsey bit of Malec too cause I ship them so hard my head hurts :P
Modern AU, all human.
-L x
(Characters belong to Cassie!)
Simon stared desperately at the red ring around his Xbox power button, willing it to suddenly turn green.
"It's the red ring of death man," Jordan said from behind him. "That's it. Over. Caput. No more, my friend."
"I can see that," Simon hissed, but didn't turn away. Instead, he reached forward and pulled the plug from the wall. "I'm going to the institute. Need anything whilst I'm out?"
Jordan shook his head no, smirking at the way Simon referred to his girlfriend's house. It was a huge place, and it was Clary who had first pointed out that it looked like an institute. After accidently stuttering it out to Alec during an awkward conversation about his sister, Izzy, the name had sort of stuck. Now everybody referred to it as that, and Maryse was the mistress of the house (although only her children dared call her that).
Simon shrugged on his jacket and a pair of boots, and headed out of the apartment. The stairs were wet, and he was careful not to slip on them as he descended to the lobby. Once outside, he realised why the stairs had been so wet. Puddles lined the streets, and rain bounced off of the sidewalk, splashing his legs and soaking his jeans.
"Great," he muttered. "As if my day couldn't get any better."
"Simon?" he froze, and spun around. Maureen grinned up at him, her hair twisted into tiny pigtails either side of her head, and a frozen umbrella sheltering her and her rainbow anorak from the rain.
He swore softly, and turned and ran.
…
Isabelle Lightwood was straightening her hair.
No, her brother's boyfriend was straightening her hair. Magnus was carefully running a brush through her dense raven hair, and then following it with the straighteners, smoothing her messy bed-head when the ringing call of the doorbell sounded, followed by Church the cat mewing loudly.
"Coming!" Izzy yelled. Church meowed again, and Magnus went to the door, where the cat sat, licking his paws absent-mindedly. The tall boy chuckled, and scooped the cat up in his arms. His own cat, Chairman Meow, was very friendly, unlike Church, who clawed at Magnus' arm and then launched himself on to Izzy's bed. The girl smiled and looked down at the cat, then back to Magnus, who was stroking his arm and frowning.
The doorbell rang again, and Izzy groaned, and heaved herself from her bed. She made her way to her window, threw it open and stuck her head out, then gasped at the cold rain pouring down. She had been woken early this morning by a text from Magnus saying he was coming to pamper her, and had still been in her bed an hour later. It was still only 10 am, she should still be in bed!
"Who the fuck is it?" she screeched out the window, annoyed at her now soaking wet hair that Magus had spent the past hour straightening. She could practically feel it frizzing.
"Oh Rapunzel, how your sweet words cause my heart to stutter," a familiar voice called from below, dripping with sarcasm.
Simon.
She threw her head back out the window, not caring about the rain anymore, and sure enough, there he stood, water running down his glasses and soaking his messy black hair.
"Simon!" she shrieked. "It's pouring! Just come inside!"
"I would," he called back, his voice muffled by the rain. "If the door wasn't locked."
Izzy swore loudly, and Simon raised his eyebrows as she pulled her head back in the window, and disappeared back into her room.
She thundered down the stairs, eventually giving up and sliding down the banister to the ground floor of the 3 storey townhouse. She rushed to the massive front door, slipping on the tiled flooring, and fumbled with the locks, until the door swung open.
She barely had time to speak before Simon rushed in, and wrapped his arms around her. To his delight, she shrieked loudly and squirmed in his grip.
"Nooo!" she yelped, and pushed frantically at his soaking wet jacket. "You're dripping wet!"
Simon laughed loudly, and stepped back, satisfied. Izzy's baggy jumper was damp where his body had pressed against her, and she had a playful pout on her face as she inspected the damage.
Looking up at him, she couldn't help but laugh. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead in places, water running from it in small torrents behind his glasses, which had fogged up in the heat of the house. He looked like a vampire, his lips a funny shade of blue and his skin paper white with the cold.
"You'll have to change," she said. "We'll get some of Alec's stuff for you." Simon's face fell. Alec was a couple of inches shorter than him, meaning all his stuff would be too small. Izzy's eyes sparkled at his dismay, and she took his hand and dragged him upstairs, barely leaving him time to rid himself of his sodden jacket and throw it on the coat stand.
…
Alec's room was grey. Grey walls, darker grey bed spreads, pale grey carpet. The only colour was the many red photo frames that dotted the walls at seemingly random intervals; pictures of him and Magnus in Paris, Greece, Rome, him, Izzy, Jace and Max as kids. There was even a picture of Simon; his arms wrapped around Izzy, standing in front of the institute. He was on his tiptoes, his chin resting on her head, and she was laughing, bent over slightly, her eyes shut tight.
He chuckled quietly, and Izzy turned from where she was raking through her brother's drawers and looked at the photo with a smile. It had been not long after they'd been on a group outing to Germany, when he'd first kissed her. Her cheeks flushed visibly at the memory, such a non-Izzy gesture that Simon was thrown briefly for a moment.
"Here," Izzy said, throwing him a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "I got him those jeans for his birthday, they're too big, and the t-shirt, well, it'll probably be a bit small."
Simon smiled a thanks at her, and turned around to pull off his soaking shirt. The black material peeled uncomfortably off of his shoulders, and he glanced over his shoulder as he pulled it off to see Izzy standing very still, staring at his back.
"Calm yourself." Simon chuckled lightly, and Izzy began stuttering frantically behind him.
Simon laughed and turned to face her, opening out the t-shirt to pull it over his head when suddenly she was right in front of him, her hand reaching to cup his neck, her face tilting up to his. He ducked his head instinctively to meet hers, and their lips brushed lightly. Simon gently kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then her forehead, and then her nose, and Izzy pulled him forward impatiently.
"C'mon Lewis," she muttered. "You can do better than that." As a reply, Simon wrapped his arms around her waist, and smirked lightly at the gasp that escaped her lips as one hand slid down to rest in the small of her back.
"Flustered, Lightwood?" he whispered hoarsely, and she raised her other hand and placed it on his chest, fingers tracing the faint smattering of hairs across his chest. His eyes fluttered closed as she places a single kiss at his collar bone.
"A little," Izzy whispered, so quiet that Simon could barely hear her, but if she was going to continue, it was cut off with Simon catching her lips with his. Her hand left his chest and travelled up to join the other around his neck, and he bent his head just enough that she didn't have to strain too much to reach the taller boy.
It was at that precise moment that Alec decided to walk in.
"Jesus guys!" he hissed, and Izzy shot away from Simon like she'd been scalded, her face darkening to a mere shade lighter than purple. Simon looked past Alec, and saw Magnus standing in the corridor, giggling to himself.
Simon yanked the shirt that he still held in one hand over his head and grabbed the jeans from the bed, a steady flush creeping over his cheeks. He nodded to Alec, who looked furious, and crept out the room.
"Nice going Lewis," Magnus chuckled from the hallway, and punched the boy on the shoulder lightly.
You have to remember that it was only 10 in the morning. Simon was tired, wet, a little turned on and a lot pissed off. So when he punched Magnus, quite hard, in the ribs, causing the boy to double over in pained laughter, you have to forgive him. It was the Xbox's fault.
So yeah I hope you guys liked that! It was a lot of fun to write :)
