Theme Set Alpha- The Mortal Intruments- Isabelle Lightwood/Alec Lightwood
Title: Wistful Thinking And Broken Hearts
Fandom:The Mortal Instruments
Pairing: Alec Lightwood /Isabelle Lightwood
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: M
Warning[s]: Sibling!cest, language, vague descriptions of sex
X-posted in: mortal_fic
Notes: Well, I jump all over the timeline with this and I even have some AU going on in there. I had this whole fic planned out where Alec and Izzy were recruited to be soldiers in this big war that erupted between Valentine and the Clave and after the war, they were separated but then found each other again. I tried to type it out but all I got was this...mess, so I applied a bit of it to my 1sen challenge. Feedback is love. Also, the HTML is freaking out, so the entire fic is bolded. I'm trying to fix it, but it's not working, so bear with me.
Comfort
It’s a memory, back from before Valentine, back from before Clary and it’s the two of them, curled up together on the couch, watching the orange embers in the fireplace burn and slowly diminish.
Kiss
Jace’s plan is to trap Isabelle under the mistletoe, so that she has no choice but to kiss him but just as he’s leaning in for the kill, Alec’s hand shoots out and grabs a fistful of Jace’s hair and he won’t let go until the blonde backs away.
Soft
She’s drunk out of her mind when she stumbles through the doors of the elevator at one in the morning and all Alec can do is take her in his arms and carry her to her room, sitting on the bed next to her until she can fall asleep.
Pain
She knows that he didn’t choose to be that way and she knows that it hurts and all she ever wants to do for him is take the pain away.
Potatoes
She asks him to save her and he stabs at his potatoes, his mouth a thin line as he tells her that, goddamit, he’s trying as hard as he can.
Rain
She stands outside in the rain, letting it beat against, letting it make her whole again and when he runs out and asks her what she’s doing, she simply turns to him with a dreamy sort of smile on her face and shrugs, “I don’t know.”
Chocolate
“You bought me chocolates?” he asks in giddy disbelief as she places the cardboard heart in his hands.
Happiness
They sit together on the couch like they used to, legs drawn up to their chests as they watch the fire and Isabelle realizes that no other boy could ever make her as happy as her brother does.
Telephone
Only Clary notices the way Isabelle spits out Magnus’s name when she announces that the warlock is on the phone and he would like to speak to Alec.
Ears
She pouts for a whole day when Meliorn doesn’t notice the new earrings she got and Alec rolls his eyes because he’s never really liked that stupid fairy anyhow and this only makes things worse.
Name
By the time she’s sixteen, he’s the only one who’s still able to call her “Izzy’ without getting physically injured.
Sensual
Clary gets the idea that she just walked in on a very private moment between the Lightwood siblings and does her best to walk out silently, noticing that the way Isabelle was looking at Alec was far from familial.
Death
She makes it up to the eulogy before bolting out of the church, tears streaming down her face.
Sex
And out of nowhere it’s skin on skin on nails on lips on teeth on neck on tongue on her and she can’t pause, not even for a second because if she stops, then she loses all her momentum and she’d have to look down and challenge herself to the reality of who’s underneath her.
Touch
Meliorn reaches out to touch her ponytail and she flinches and looks to him with sad, sad eyes and he takes that as his cue to walk away and never come back.
Weakness
Every time she walks into the room, he has to remind himself to shield his heart and close his eyes because his sister is his kryptonite, whether he likes it or not.
Tears
She sees the way he looks at Magnus and it takes every bone in her body to keep herself from crying over it.
Speed
And he’s got to keep going, got to keep running because maybe if he runs fast enough, he’ll leave his fears behind, panting on the corner while he races ahead, finally, blessedly free.
Wind
Jace can’t expect to keep the two of them by his side forever because the Lightwood siblings have a way of escaping whichever way the wind blows.
Freedom
The only thing she’s ever wanted for herself was true and genuine freedom.
Life
When he asks why, she answers with “Because we’re young and alive, you idiot!” and presses her lips to his, just like that.
Jealousy
Magnus picks up an apprentice in April, a silly little Lesser Witch named Bridgette who’s affinity for glitter is almost as high as her master’s and, by the Angel, does Alec hate her.
Hands
Her fingernails look like coins, winkling under the light as she dances and, even though he knows it’s wrong, he can’t help but stare.
Taste
“Please!” She begs, holding out the ladle, various unidentifiable lumps floating in the broth, and he thinks he might throw up if he tastes it, but does it anyway because that’s the sort of thing you do when you love someone.
Devotion
“May I have this dance?”
Forever
Sometimes she wishes she could live forever, like Simon, but then she steps back and really looks at what that would be like and decides that she better off exactly where she is.
Blood
Blood, oh god, tons of it, in his hair and in his face and on his chest and she practically throws herself onto him, wanting to shield him, protect him, because if that bastard Abbadon wants her brother then, goddamnit, he’s going to have to go through her first.
Sickness
They fake sick on a visit to Idris to get out of going to a stupid ball and Maryse pretends to be concerned but they both know that she’s little relieved that she won’t have to be fighting off rumors of a gay son and a slut daughter all night long and it makes them happy to know that they’ve made their mothers life a little easier.
Melody
After Clary’s funeral, Jace stays up in his room all night, drunkenly singing Maryse’s French lullaby and Alec and Isabelle lie awaken in her room, wondering if there’s any part of him still salvageable.
Star
She tells him she wants the whole world for her birthday and when he places the box in her hand, he apologizes and tells her she’s going to have to make do with just a crystal star.
Home
He steps through the doors of the elevator and glances around, wondering what the hell he was thinking when he decided to come back but then she comes up out of nowhere and wraps her arms around his neck and, all of a sudden, he remembers.
Confusion
Isabelle is trying to keep her thoughts in order but then he circles his fingers over that spot one more time and she’s there, oh god, spinning over the edge so hard that she can’t even form a coherent thought.
Fear
“Alec, the power is out!”
Lightening/Thunder
“It’s from the storm, stop being such a baby.”
Bonds
“Well, can I sleep in your bed anyway?”
Market
While she cocks her head and stares at the produce section of the grocery store, contemplating whether Brussels sprouts and peanut butter would taste good together, he slips a frozen pizza into the cart and prays she won’t notice.
Technology
She had to admit, the T.V. that Alec has in his room is a magnificent thing, even if it was given to him by that bothersome Warlock.
Gift
“…just call on me and I’ll send it along with love from me to you...” She doesn’t really like that music of that weird old British band he likes, but she lets him play it on her stereo anyway because it’s nice to see his face light up once in a while.
Smile
They look to each other and smile.
Innocence
“So, that fact that we have sex together pretty much guarantees that we’re going to hell?” she asks, her head resting against the wall as she waits for his answer: ‘Pretty much, yeah.”
Completion
“Oh, mom and dad will be thrilled.”
Clouds
As of late, he never seems to notice when she tries to talk to her and she wonders what goes on up in that head of his, where he always seems to be able to walk amongst the clouds.
Sky
The sky is a deep, brooding gray and he hopes that isn’t an omen for how the rest of his day is going to go.
Heaven
His eyes roll back when her mouth closes around him and he thinks that if it turns out that there isn’t really a Heaven, than orgasms are the next best thing.
Hell
The war rages around them, bullets flying, swords clashing and they’re both down for the count, blood spurting out her side at an alarmingly fast rate and a bullet lodged in his leg and all they can do is hold each other and watch as the seventh circle of Hell unfolds before their eyes.
Sun
It’s seems like ages since he last saw the sun and his eyes burn as he lifts up his head but, nonetheless, it’s a great feeling.
Moon
Magnus’s party must have been at least five years ago and everyone who attend were probably dead, including her, but he still looks to the moon every night and says a prayer for her.
Waves
The water crashed against the shore and he watches, his eyes cold and hollow because he’s having trouble recalling the last time he truly laughed.
Hair
He suspects he sees the flash of ink-black in the dimming twilight but he refuses to let himself believe that she’s alive because he watched her die, watched them all die and wistful thinking leads to nothing but broken hearts.
Supernova
And, suddenly, she against him, on his lips, on his skin, her hair in his face and it takes a moment for it to register that it’s her, its Isabelle, but when it does, he simply closes his eyes and watches the stars explode behind his lids.
Fandom:The Mortal Instruments
Pairing: Alec Lightwood /Isabelle Lightwood
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: M
Warning[s]: Sibling!cest, language, vague descriptions of sex
X-posted in: mortal_fic
Notes: Well, I jump all over the timeline with this and I even have some AU going on in there. I had this whole fic planned out where Alec and Izzy were recruited to be soldiers in this big war that erupted between Valentine and the Clave and after the war, they were separated but then found each other again. I tried to type it out but all I got was this...mess, so I applied a bit of it to my 1sen challenge. Feedback is love. Also, the HTML is freaking out, so the entire fic is bolded. I'm trying to fix it, but it's not working, so bear with me.
Comfort
It’s a memory, back from before Valentine, back from before Clary and it’s the two of them, curled up together on the couch, watching the orange embers in the fireplace burn and slowly diminish.
Kiss
Jace’s plan is to trap Isabelle under the mistletoe, so that she has no choice but to kiss him but just as he’s leaning in for the kill, Alec’s hand shoots out and grabs a fistful of Jace’s hair and he won’t let go until the blonde backs away.
Soft
She’s drunk out of her mind when she stumbles through the doors of the elevator at one in the morning and all Alec can do is take her in his arms and carry her to her room, sitting on the bed next to her until she can fall asleep.
Pain
She knows that he didn’t choose to be that way and she knows that it hurts and all she ever wants to do for him is take the pain away.
Potatoes
She asks him to save her and he stabs at his potatoes, his mouth a thin line as he tells her that, goddamit, he’s trying as hard as he can.
Rain
She stands outside in the rain, letting it beat against, letting it make her whole again and when he runs out and asks her what she’s doing, she simply turns to him with a dreamy sort of smile on her face and shrugs, “I don’t know.”
Chocolate
“You bought me chocolates?” he asks in giddy disbelief as she places the cardboard heart in his hands.
Happiness
They sit together on the couch like they used to, legs drawn up to their chests as they watch the fire and Isabelle realizes that no other boy could ever make her as happy as her brother does.
Telephone
Only Clary notices the way Isabelle spits out Magnus’s name when she announces that the warlock is on the phone and he would like to speak to Alec.
Ears
She pouts for a whole day when Meliorn doesn’t notice the new earrings she got and Alec rolls his eyes because he’s never really liked that stupid fairy anyhow and this only makes things worse.
Name
By the time she’s sixteen, he’s the only one who’s still able to call her “Izzy’ without getting physically injured.
Sensual
Clary gets the idea that she just walked in on a very private moment between the Lightwood siblings and does her best to walk out silently, noticing that the way Isabelle was looking at Alec was far from familial.
Death
She makes it up to the eulogy before bolting out of the church, tears streaming down her face.
Sex
And out of nowhere it’s skin on skin on nails on lips on teeth on neck on tongue on her and she can’t pause, not even for a second because if she stops, then she loses all her momentum and she’d have to look down and challenge herself to the reality of who’s underneath her.
Touch
Meliorn reaches out to touch her ponytail and she flinches and looks to him with sad, sad eyes and he takes that as his cue to walk away and never come back.
Weakness
Every time she walks into the room, he has to remind himself to shield his heart and close his eyes because his sister is his kryptonite, whether he likes it or not.
Tears
She sees the way he looks at Magnus and it takes every bone in her body to keep herself from crying over it.
Speed
And he’s got to keep going, got to keep running because maybe if he runs fast enough, he’ll leave his fears behind, panting on the corner while he races ahead, finally, blessedly free.
Wind
Jace can’t expect to keep the two of them by his side forever because the Lightwood siblings have a way of escaping whichever way the wind blows.
Freedom
The only thing she’s ever wanted for herself was true and genuine freedom.
Life
When he asks why, she answers with “Because we’re young and alive, you idiot!” and presses her lips to his, just like that.
Jealousy
Magnus picks up an apprentice in April, a silly little Lesser Witch named Bridgette who’s affinity for glitter is almost as high as her master’s and, by the Angel, does Alec hate her.
Hands
Her fingernails look like coins, winkling under the light as she dances and, even though he knows it’s wrong, he can’t help but stare.
Taste
“Please!” She begs, holding out the ladle, various unidentifiable lumps floating in the broth, and he thinks he might throw up if he tastes it, but does it anyway because that’s the sort of thing you do when you love someone.
Devotion
“May I have this dance?”
Forever
Sometimes she wishes she could live forever, like Simon, but then she steps back and really looks at what that would be like and decides that she better off exactly where she is.
Blood
Blood, oh god, tons of it, in his hair and in his face and on his chest and she practically throws herself onto him, wanting to shield him, protect him, because if that bastard Abbadon wants her brother then, goddamnit, he’s going to have to go through her first.
Sickness
They fake sick on a visit to Idris to get out of going to a stupid ball and Maryse pretends to be concerned but they both know that she’s little relieved that she won’t have to be fighting off rumors of a gay son and a slut daughter all night long and it makes them happy to know that they’ve made their mothers life a little easier.
Melody
After Clary’s funeral, Jace stays up in his room all night, drunkenly singing Maryse’s French lullaby and Alec and Isabelle lie awaken in her room, wondering if there’s any part of him still salvageable.
Star
She tells him she wants the whole world for her birthday and when he places the box in her hand, he apologizes and tells her she’s going to have to make do with just a crystal star.
Home
He steps through the doors of the elevator and glances around, wondering what the hell he was thinking when he decided to come back but then she comes up out of nowhere and wraps her arms around his neck and, all of a sudden, he remembers.
Confusion
Isabelle is trying to keep her thoughts in order but then he circles his fingers over that spot one more time and she’s there, oh god, spinning over the edge so hard that she can’t even form a coherent thought.
Fear
“Alec, the power is out!”
Lightening/Thunder
“It’s from the storm, stop being such a baby.”
Bonds
“Well, can I sleep in your bed anyway?”
Market
While she cocks her head and stares at the produce section of the grocery store, contemplating whether Brussels sprouts and peanut butter would taste good together, he slips a frozen pizza into the cart and prays she won’t notice.
Technology
She had to admit, the T.V. that Alec has in his room is a magnificent thing, even if it was given to him by that bothersome Warlock.
Gift
“…just call on me and I’ll send it along with love from me to you...” She doesn’t really like that music of that weird old British band he likes, but she lets him play it on her stereo anyway because it’s nice to see his face light up once in a while.
Smile
They look to each other and smile.
Innocence
“So, that fact that we have sex together pretty much guarantees that we’re going to hell?” she asks, her head resting against the wall as she waits for his answer: ‘Pretty much, yeah.”
Completion
“Oh, mom and dad will be thrilled.”
Clouds
As of late, he never seems to notice when she tries to talk to her and she wonders what goes on up in that head of his, where he always seems to be able to walk amongst the clouds.
Sky
The sky is a deep, brooding gray and he hopes that isn’t an omen for how the rest of his day is going to go.
Heaven
His eyes roll back when her mouth closes around him and he thinks that if it turns out that there isn’t really a Heaven, than orgasms are the next best thing.
Hell
The war rages around them, bullets flying, swords clashing and they’re both down for the count, blood spurting out her side at an alarmingly fast rate and a bullet lodged in his leg and all they can do is hold each other and watch as the seventh circle of Hell unfolds before their eyes.
Sun
It’s seems like ages since he last saw the sun and his eyes burn as he lifts up his head but, nonetheless, it’s a great feeling.
Moon
Magnus’s party must have been at least five years ago and everyone who attend were probably dead, including her, but he still looks to the moon every night and says a prayer for her.
Waves
The water crashed against the shore and he watches, his eyes cold and hollow because he’s having trouble recalling the last time he truly laughed.
Hair
He suspects he sees the flash of ink-black in the dimming twilight but he refuses to let himself believe that she’s alive because he watched her die, watched them all die and wistful thinking leads to nothing but broken hearts.
Supernova
And, suddenly, she against him, on his lips, on his skin, her hair in his face and it takes a moment for it to register that it’s her, its Isabelle, but when it does, he simply closes his eyes and watches the stars explode behind his lids.