#ler! izzy

[princesslightgiggles]

Truth or Dare

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Clary, Jace, Magnus, Alex, Simon, and Izzy found themselves in the rare luxury of downtime. They had decided to let loose and be young for a night, shedding the weight of their responsibilities and the memories of the week's battles. Truth or dare seemed like the perfect game to indulge in, a chance to laugh and bond without the looming threat of demons and danger.

The group gathered in the cozy living room of Magnus' loft, surrounded by soft cushions and flickering candles. Laughter filled the air as they took turns spinning the bottle and sharing secrets or performing silly dares. When it was Simon's turn, he chose "dare" without hesitation, eager to join in the fun.

He reached for a card from the pile, his heart racing with anticipation. As he unfolded it, a blush crept across his cheeks at the dare written in bold letters. "Allow the person to your left to tickle your bare feet for 2 minutes."

Simon's heart skipped a beat as he glanced nervously at Izzy, who sat to his left, a playful smirk on her lips. He knew all too well how ticklish he was, and the mere thought of being tickled in front of the others made his stomach churn with nervousness. He could already imagine himself giggling and squirming like crazy, unable to control his reactions and making a complete fool of himself, particularly in front of Jace (who he thought must be way too tough to be ticklish). But he didn't want to be a spoil sport, especially not tonight. Swallowing his pride, he nodded reluctantly, steeling himself for what was to come.

Izzy wasted no time, her fingers trailing lightly over Simon's bare feet. Instantly, he erupted into fits of giggles, his body squirming uncontrollably as Izzy's touch sent waves of ticklish sensation coursing through him. The others laughed and cheered, egging Izzy on as she continued to tease and torment Simon with relentless precision.

Two minutes felt like an eternity as Simon endured the tickling, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and his breath coming in short gasps between bursts of laughter. He tried to stifle his giggles and keep his reactions under control, but it was no use. Every touch sent him into spasms of laughter, his body twisting and writhing in a futile attempt to escape.

When the ordeal finally ended, Simon was a breathless, giggling mess, his cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled. He couldn't meet anyone's gaze, overcome with embarrassment at his own inability to control his reactions. But when he finally looked up, he saw Izzy gazing at him with a look of pure affection, her eyes shining with warmth and admiration.

"You're a good sport, Simon," she whispered, her voice soft and sincere.

Simon felt a surge of gratitude wash over him at Izzy's words, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the lingering ticklish sensation in his feet. In that moment, he realised just how much he was falling for Izzy and had just the faintest inkling that the feeling might be mutual. And as they settled back into the game, laughter filling the air once more, Simon couldn't help but feel grateful for pulling that card, despite the torture he had to endure.

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Relaxing massage

In the softly lit living room of Izzy’s quarters, Simon Lewis sat on the plush couch, where he had been invited for a drink after a mission. His nerves tingling not just from the general chaos of his life, but also from the close proximity of Isabelle "Izzy" Lightwood. She noticed his discomfort and moved closer “Simon, you seem really tense today. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just the usual chaos, you know? Vampire stuff..." Simon’s voice trailed off, his heart rate picking up as Izzy proposed a seemingly innocent solution.

"How about a foot massage? I took a reflexology course a while back. It might help you relax a bit," Izzy suggested.

Simon’s heart raced at the thought. His feet were embarrassingly ticklish, a weakness well-exploited by his sister in their childhood. He hesitated, memories of breathless laughter and pleas for mercy flashing through his mind. But it had been years since those tickle attacks—surely, he has outgrown being so ticklish. Besides, this was a massage. Massages were meant to be firm and soothing, right?

“Uh, sure, I guess that could be… nice, thanks,” Simon replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he reluctantly stretched out his legs onto the coffee table.

Izzy’s hands approached his feet. Simon braced himself, but the initial firm strokes on his arches were genuinely relaxing. Just as he began to let his guard down, Izzy’s fingers accidentally brushed against the base of his toes, and a jolt shot through Simon’s body. He twitched noticeably but managed to stifle a giggle.

Izzy noticed but didn’t let on. Instead, she continued with her massage, occasionally letting her fingers stray to provoke another jolt of ticklish laughter from Simon, each one quickly suppressed into a sharp intake of breath.

Simon's discomfort grew with each "accidental" brush of Izzy's fingers. He realised that if anything, he was more ticklish now than when he was a kid, each touch causing dizzying sensations that tortured his nerves. Izzy’s fingers danced around between massaging, teasing the spaces between his toes, causing him to clench his jaw and grip the couch tightly to contain his reactions. Her nails lightly grazed along his soles, each stroke a line of playful torment.

All the while, Izzy maintained a serene expression, concentrating on her task as if she were merely massaging, not tickling. Simon was in ticklish agony, he was losing his mind, caught between how unbearable this was and not wanting to admit it, his body tensing in waves of ticklish torture.

She continued this for what felt like hours to Simon, who was fighting an internal battle. His feet twitched involuntarily under her touch, breathless with the effort of suppressing his reactions. Every nerve ending in his feet screamed for relief.

Finally, after thoroughly enjoying the playful power she wielded over him, Izzy's movements slowed, and she looked up at Simon with a grin. "You're really ticklish, aren't you?" she revealed, her voice filled with laughter.

Simon, a mix of relief and embarrassment flooding through him, let out a breathy laugh. "Was it that obvious?" he gave her a wonky, shy smile.

"Only a little," Izzy teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But don't worry, I think it's cute." Simon flushed a deep red at her comment.

Flustered but relieved the ordeal was over, Simon couldn't help but smile genuinely, the tension finally leaving his body, replaced by a warm flutter of joy at the playful intimacy they had shared. "Thanks, Izzy. That was really……. relaxing” he said with good-humoured sarcasm.

Izzy laughed, her hand reaching out to squeeze his. "Anytime, Simon. Anytime” and got up to get him the afore-promised drink.

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Soothing touch

The cold, sterile atmosphere of the hospital still lingered around Simon as he stood numbly outside, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. He had just used his vampire powers to convince his mother that he was dead, a necessary deceit to keep her safe, but one that tore at him from the inside out. Izzy was there, her presence a small comfort in the sea of his turmoil. As he exited the ward, she wrapped him in a tight, reassuring hug, her warmth a stark contrast to the chill of his undead skin. Simon sobbed, his heart breaking right there in her arms.

The drive back to the Institute was quiet, filled only with the sound of Simon’s stifled whimpers. He was furious with himself—first for losing control at his house and now for his inability to rein in his emotions. By the time they reached the guest room at the Institute, Simon was on the verge of a breakdown.

Izzy, ever the nurturing soul, guided him inside the institute, to a guest room where he could stay while he worked out his next move. She disappeared for a few minute and when she returned, handed him a pair of Jace’s joggers to change into. “These should fit you,” she said softly, trying to inject a bit of normalcy into the situation. Simon managed a weak nod and retreated to the bathroom to change.

When he emerged, clad in the joggers, the floodgates opened once more, and he collapsed onto the bed, his body racked with sobs and heartache. Izzy sat beside him, her voice gentle, trying to soothe his ragged emotions. “Simon, it’s not your fault,” she whispered, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. “It’s okay to be upset.”

But her words couldn’t pierce the fog of his distress, and Simon found himself caught in the throes of a panic attack, his breaths short and sharp. Seeing him like this, Izzy changed tactics. She directed him to lie down on his stomach, her tone still gentle. “When I was little, any time I got really upset; my mom used to stroke my back until I calmed down,” she explained. “It was a little ticklish, but it felt nice. Can I try that with you?”

Grasping at any semblance of comfort and thinking how wonderful Izzy’s hands would feel on him right now. Simon nodded. “Sure” he shrugged. His voice small and helpless.

As Izzy’s fingers began to glide gently over the middle of his back, Simon instantly realised that touch was another sense that had heightened with becoming a vampire. The ticklish sensation was more intense than he anticipated, but her touch was soothing, the ticklishness bearable if a little squirm-inducing. He found himself enjoying the connection, the warmth of her fingers drawing lines of calm across his skin.

But when Izzy’s strokes became wider and encompassed his shoulder blades and the base of his back, the ticklishness escalated sharply, the feeling coursing through his nervous system. Simon tensed, trying to maintain composure, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation but also not exactly wanting her to stop. However, when her fingers strayed closer to his ribs, he couldn’t hold back. He collapsed into fits of giggles, the laughter bubbling out uncontrollably, his muscles spasming from the unexpected tickle attack.

“Izzy!….. ahhh…. that……. really…. tickles…” he managed between giggles.

Seeing his reaction, Izzy couldn’t help but feel a mixture of concern and amusement. “Too much?” she asked, though her hands continued their exploration, tracing lines along his sides where his sensitivity peaked even further.

The tickling sensation there was nearly unbearable for Simon. He writhed under her touch, his attempts to stay still utterly failing as peals of laughter began to escape him. Every nerve ending was hyper-sensitive, lighting up and dancing around under Izzy’s touch, an excruciating yet strangely exhilarating sensation that made him forget his sorrows momentarily.

Izzy laughed along, her amusement clear in her bright eyes. “I guess you’re a bit more ticklish than you thought, huh?” she teased gently.

Simon, catching his breath, nodded. “Yeah…. Vampirism, the gift that keeps on giving” he quipped. “Could you maybe stick to the middle of my back? It’s helping… it’s really nice…. just too Intense anywhere else.” he admitted sheepishly.

Izzy nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. As she resumed her gentle strokes, every so often, she’d daringly dip into those extra ticklish spots, eliciting bursts of laughter from Simon. This playful routine left him feeling relaxed and strangely giddy, the earlier tension easing away with each giggle and soothing touch.

By the end of their session, Simon lay there, a soft smile playing on his lips, his earlier despair washed away by a mix of Izzy’s caring ministrations and the light-hearted tickles. He was calm now, the storm of his emotions settled into a gentle, manageable rhythm, thanks to the simple yet profound power of a gentle touch and a bit of laughter.

“Thanks Izzy” Simon started “I…. uh….. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here for me today” his voice breaking a little.

“I will always be there for you Simon, I promise. You are a good man Simon Lewis, the best I know” Izzy replied. Simon blushed slightly and relaxed, letting the soothing sensation of Izzy’s touch wash over him again, it wasn’t long after that Simon drifted off to sleep feeling safe and secure under Izzy’s touch.

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I brought you all the stars

In the quiet corridors of the New York Institute, Isabelle Lightwood had just returned from a mission. Her boots echoed sharply as she approached Clary Fray, who was engrossed in sketching some new runes.

"Izzy, hey! How was the mission?" Clary asked, brushing a strand of fiery hair behind her ear.

"Fine” she took her weapons off and laid them down.

Izzy looked around. Where’s Simon? she enquired. “he said he’d be here this evening”.

Clary’s expression shifted to one of discomfort. "Simon... he’s going through a tough time. He turned, bit his sister, and then had to convince his mom he was dead to protect her."

Izzy's dark eyes widened in shock. "What? And you left him alone after all that?"

Clary looked down, guilt lining her features. "I had to train for an important mission, and Simon said he wanted to be alone." She shrugged.

“You call yourself his friend?” Izzy said fiercely, of course he shouldn’t be alone after all that!”

Feeling a surge of protectiveness, Izzy hurried to the guest room where Simon was staying, not able to go back to his Mum’s house. She knocked softly. "Simon, it’s Izzy. Can I come in?"

From inside, Simon's voice was a fragile whisper, "Go away, Izzy. I’m fine."

Ignoring his protests, Izzy pushed the door open and found Simon shirtless in some borrowed jogging bottoms, sitting on the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands. He looked up, tears streaking down his face, and before he could say another word, Izzy was by his side, enveloping him in a tight hug. Simon broke down completely, his body shaking with sobs as he clung to her.

Once his tears had subsided, Izzy spoke gently, "I'm going to get some provisions. You need to drink, Simon, or you'll vamp-out again." Reluctantly, he nodded, and she left him to gather supplies.

An hour later, Izzy returned, arms laden with packets of blood and a huge stack of Blu-rays. "I couldn’t remember if it was Star Wars or Star Trek you liked, and there were so many of each, so I got you all the stars," she said, slightly exasperated as the stack started to slip.

Simon chuckled, the sound muffled by his residual sadness. He was so touched by her thoughtfulness, he nearly started crying again. "You got me all the stars," he repeated, a small smile playing on his lips. He took the blu-rays from her and placed them on the table.

After he drank some blood, Izzy set up a movie and insisted Simon lie with his head in her lap on the sofa. A maternal gesture she hoped would make him feel safe and cared for. She ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him as the movie played. Simon's tears had dried, but his breath still hitched from the day's emotional toll.

Izzy’s hand drifted to Simon’s back, stroking him gently . Simon groaned slightly with pleasure at the gentle touch. When her fingers reached the back of his ribs however, Simon jolted, a giggle escaping him despite his mood. Izzy's eyes lit up, and she teased the spot again, drawing more giggles and squirms from Simon.

"Ahh…. tickles," he laughed, trying to swat her hand away, but his laughter was a welcome reprieve from his earlier sorrow. Izzy took pity on him and went back to stroking his back.

As the movie flickered in the background, Simon found himself more relaxed than he had been in days, the recent chaos of his life momentarily pushed aside. Izzy's presence was calming, and her hands on his skin a soothing balm.

Gradually, Izzy resumed her gentle exploration. She noticed how Simon's tension seemed to ease with every giggle and squirm, so she continued, curious to see which spots made him laugh the most.

Gently, Izzy moved her fingers along Simon's sides, testing lightly before finding a spot around his hip that made him spasm. As she brushed her fingers here, Simon’s laughter peaked. He writhed under her touch, squirming but making no real effort to escape. The sensation, while intensely ticklish, was oddly soothing, the physical release bringing a lightness to his spirit.

"Ok, ok, you win…. you found the spot," Simon eventually gasped out between laughs and grabbed her hand, his voice warm with amusement.

"Alright, I'll stop," Izzy relented.

“You don’t have to” Simon sounded disappointed. "It’s... it’s kind of nice." He admitted, his voice soft and husky. “Just… not there, ok?….. tickles too much” he gave her his signature lopsided boyish grin.

Izzy grinned. She left his hip, going back to his back and ribs. “Is this ok?" she asked, wanting to make sure he was comfortable with the playful interaction.

“Mmmmmm…” Simon practically purred.

Encouraged, Izzy kept up her gentle assault, watching as Simon's eyes sparkled with laughter. Each ticklish spot she discovered seemed to unravel more of the tension that had built up inside him. She hit a particularly sensitive spot near his belly button and he jerked slightly. His laughter was deep and genuine, a sound which was music to Izzy’s ears.

With a soft smile, Izzy stopped trying to find ticklish spots and resumed stroking his back, watching as Simon's eyes grew heavy. "Thank you, Izzy," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

"No thanks needed. I'm here for you, Simon," she whispered back.

As the movie continued, the room filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional chuckle from Simon as Izzy brushed over a sensitive spot on his body. The light mood remained, a stark contrast to the shadows that had followed him into the room. As Simon finally drifted into sleep, his face relaxed and a small smile lingering on his lips, Izzy watched over him, glad to have brought him some peace and laughter in the midst of turmoil.

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You are bravest person I know

Clary Fairchild’s laughter echoed through the Institute’s training room as she darted around Simon Lewis, fingers poised and wiggling threateningly “Come on, Simon! You can’t hide forever!” she taunted, her playful grin wide.

Simon, already giggling nervously, tried to fend her off. "Clary, please don’t!" he begged, but his voice was already shaky with anticipatory laughter.

Jace and Alec paused their sparring to watch the scene unfold, smirking. Isabelle Lightwood, leaning casually against a pillar, raised an eyebrow but kept her amused gaze on Simon.

"Time's up, Simon!" Clary lunged forward, her fingers finding Simon's sides. His reaction was immediate and explosive. He shrieked and squirmed, collapsing to the ground in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Clary, relentless, continued her tickling assault, as she had done many times since their childhood.

Simon spasmed and laughed, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "Clary, stop! I can't—" he managed between gasps.

Eventually, Clary took pity on him and ceased her attack, letting him catch his breath. Simon lay on the ground, chest heaving, but his laughter was still bubbling up.

Simon sat up, trying to regain his composure, but the embarrassment was settling in. His eyes darted to Isabelle, who was smiling but shaking her head slightly.

The reality of how he must have looked—a writhing, giggling mess—hit him hard. He felt his face burn with shame. Without another word, Simon got to his feet, glared at Clary, and uncharacteristically stormed out of the room.

Clary’s smile faded. “Simon, wait!” she called after him, but he was already gone.

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It took Clary a while to find Simon, but she eventually spotted him in a quiet corner of the library, slumped over a table. She approached cautiously, her heart heavy with guilt.

"Simon," she said softly, taking a seat next to him.

He glanced up, his expression a mixture of frustration and sorrow. "Clary, why did you do that?” he asked, his voice tinged with hurt.

"I'm sorry, Simon. I didn't think, you’ve never minded before..." Clary began, but Simon cut her off.

"I know and I don’t, not really but did you have to do it in front of…… everyone?” he said, his voice cracking. "It's just—"

"Is it because of Izzy?" Clary asked gently, already knowing the answer.

Simon nodded, sighing deeply. "These past few weeks have been hard. Izzy’s seen me freak out over being a vampire, cry over my mom and now this. I feel like such an idiot in front of her. She grew up with Jace and Alec—two of the bravest, toughest guys around. How can I compare to that? She must think I'm so... weak and silly."

Clary reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Simon, you don't need to compare yourself to anyone. Izzy likes you for who you are."

Simon shook his head, still unconvinced, but before he could say anything else, a soft voice interrupted them.

"Simon."

Both Clary and Simon turned to see Isabelle standing behind them, having heard everything. She stepped closer, her gaze fixed on Simon.

"Can we talk?" she asked, her tone gentle but firm.

Simon looked like he was about to bolt or die of embarrassment. Clary squeezed Simon's arm reassuringly before standing up. "I'll leave you two alone," she said, giving Izzy a small nod before walking away.

Isabelle took a seat next to Simon, her expression serious yet tender. Simon had buried his head in his hands, unable to make eye contact. “Simon, I heard what you said, and I need you to know something: You are the toughest, bravest man I know."

Simon looked up, startled. "But Izzy—"

She held up a hand to stop him. "Let me finish. You've nearly been killed multiple times and yet you keep coming back, you faced Raphael and other vampires to protect those you care about, and you have saved your friends on more than one occasion without any thought for yourself. The fact that you happen to be sensitive and sweet and fun too... is icing on the cake. I'm falling hard for you, Simon. Not despite those things, but because of them."

Simon's eyes widened, his heart pounding. Before he could fully process her words, Isabelle leaned in and kissed him, her lips warm and soft against his. He felt a surge of joy and relief wash over him.

After a few blissful seconds, Isabelle pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile on her lips. She gently placed her hands on his sides, her touch light. Simon, still giddy from the kiss, burst into laughter again, his body convulsing as Isabelle tickled him lightly. After a few seconds, his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, bringing her with him. Their laughter filled the library, echoing off the walls.

As they lay there, Isabelle's fingers continued to dance across Simon's sides and stomach, finding every ticklish spot. Simon shrieked and writhed, his laughter uncontrollable. His face turned red as he tried to beg for mercy between giggles. "Izzy, please! I can't— please…. stop, I'm too ticklish!"

Isabelle's smile widened. "Too ticklish, huh? that’s adorable." She showed no mercy and increased the intensity, her fingers moving to his ribs and underarms. Simon's laughter turned into high-pitched squeals, his nervous system exploding and brain melting with each touch.

He twisted and turned, trying to escape her relentless fingers, but Isabelle was unyielding. "I never knew it was possible to be this ticklish” Izzy teased.

Simon's legs kicked out involuntarily, his arms flailing as he tried to protect himself. Tears of laughter streamed down his face. "Izzy! You're …. killing….. me!" he gasped, his voice breaking with laughter.

Finally, Isabelle relented, her hands stilling as she looked down at Simon, who lay panting and giggling softly on the floor. "You really are wonderful, Simon."

As they lay there, catching their breath, Simon grinned up at her. "So, this is how you get a beautiful woman on top of you, huh? It was even worth getting tickled for” he quipped, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Feeling more like his old playful self again.

Isabelle laughed, giving him a playful swat. "Cheeky," she said, but her eyes sparkled with affection. She leaned down to kiss him once more, their connection deepening.

This time, Simon kissed her back without hesitation, his heart light and full of hope. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them.

In a moment of playful revenge, Simon's fingers found Isabelle's sides, testing her reaction. To his delight, she squealed and squirmed under his touch. "Simon! No fair!" she cried out, laughter bubbling up.

Simon grinned mischievously. "Well, well, well, what have we here? Fair?” He said quizzically. “After how much you just tortured me, I think this is more than fair!” he teased, continuing to tickle her as she tried to squirm away.

Their laughter filled the room again, each touch and tickle bringing them closer. Eventually, they collapsed together, breathless and happy, knowing that there would be many more playful moments together to come.

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Heightened Senses

In the quiet corners of the Institute, Simon Lewis and Izzy found solace from the tumult of Shadowhunter life. Tonight, their stolen moments of tenderness unfolded amidst the soft glow of the lounge, where whispered conversations and fleeting touches spoke volumes.

As they sat together, Izzy leaned in for a kiss, her movements graceful and deliberate. Simon's heart quickened in response, his senses heightened by the closeness of her touch. Their lips met in a tender embrace, igniting a flicker of longing within Simon's undead heart.

However, as their kiss deepened, Izzy's fingers grazed lightly against Simon's ribs. The unexpected contact sent a jolt of ticklish sensation coursing through him, eliciting a soft, involuntary giggle that escaped his lips, followed by another, then another, each one betraying the unexpected ticklishness that appeared to be a side effect of his heightened vampire senses gained by his transformation.

Izzy pulled back, her eyes wide with surprise. "Simon, are you okay?" she asked, her concern palpable.

Simon flushed with embarrassment, struggling to contain his laughter. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...ticklish, I guess."

A mischievous smile danced across Izzy's lips. "Ticklish, huh?" she teased, her fingers hovering tantalizingly close to his sides.

Before Simon could react, Izzy's fingers traced a playful pattern over his sensitive skin, reigniting the ticklish sensation. He squirmed beneath her touch, his laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as he struggled to maintain composure.

"Izzy, stop!" Simon gasped between fits of giggles, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

But Izzy only grinned, her fingers continuing their playful assault. Simon laughed until tears streamed down his face, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming his senses.

As the laughter subsided and Simon caught his breath, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. Despite the embarrassment, there was something undeniably intoxicating about being so close to Izzy, sharing this intimate moment with her.

Izzy leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Simon's lips. "I had no idea you were this ticklish," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Simon chuckled softly, his body still tingling from the unexpected tickling. "Yeah, well, neither did I. But I guess being a vampire has its surprises."

With a playful grin, Izzy leaned in again, her fingers poised to tickle him once more. And as Simon braced himself for another round of laughter, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected twist in their relationship, a reminder that even in the midst of darkness, there was still room for laughter and love at the Institute.