#sizzy fic

[siobhanbooks]

moodboard for my sizzy fic coming soon!!!

@bookishjules

[liron-ao3]

A person called home

Izzy kicks her high heels off and throws her keys on the sideboard standing in the foyer of her mansion. She winces at the loud noise it makes. Simon surely is already asleep. Or was, until she clopped into their house in the middle of the night, half-asleep after several days of night-shooting in a row.

It's still new that Simon lives here, and Izzy still can't help grinning every time she sees his minivan parked in their garage.

She only has a few hours until she needs to return to the set. She loves her job as an actress, but sometimes, the fee is much more smart money than wages.

Izzy finds Simon sleeping on the sofa, the DVD screensaver running over the TV screen. She smiles down at him. She knows that he hates to lie in their bed without her.

She breathes a sigh and nudges on his leg. Simon stirs in his sleep, his nose scrunching up in the most adorable way.

"Come on, Si. Time to go to bed," Izzy says, and he blinks his eyes open. He adjusts his glasses and sits up.

"How was your day, babe?" he asks, voice rough from sleep.

"Long," Izzy replies. "Come to bed. I'm falling asleep on my feet."

They undress and meet each other naked under the sheets. This is what coming home truly feels like to Izzy. It could happen in a fleabag anywhere. Izzy doesn't need all this luxury her success in the film industry bestowed on her. All she needs is curling up around her boyfriend and sleeping in his arms.

 ***

Sometimes, Izzy still can't believe this is real.

Izzy had been so ambitious. She wanted to make it in Hollywood, come hell or high water. She didn't have time for men, saw them as dispensable for the longest of time. Most men in the business were too shallow for her taste, and those who weren't were already taken. But Izzy would never intrude and break up a marriage. She had seen how much her mother suffered during her parents' divorce. Izzy would never be the reason for such heartache.

While the press speculated about secret lovers and her sexuality, Izzy took one of her brothers or friends to awards shows, learnt to deal with paparazzi, and focused on becoming a better actress and getting more trying roles.

Deflecting in interviews had become second nature by then. Laughing off questions about her being lonely cut her heart into pieces. Of course, she wasn't lonely. She was way too busy for that. That didn’t mean she didn't feel lonely in a hotel room somewhere in the world, despite video calls home and after-shooting meet-ups with the crew.

But her brother Alec aside, she didn't tell anyone. It had been during a video call, and she was more than just a little inebriated, when she told him how much she envied him for his happy little family. She wanted that, too. Not the kids. Not yet, maybe never. But someone who felt like home.

Little did she know that the very next day, her dreams would come true.

 ***

It was a grey autumn day three years ago. Fog was lying over the small town where Izzy was shooting a psychological thriller. Like every morning, she walked down to the breakfast room where she heard her co-star yelling at the poor serving staff.

"What do you mean there's no coffee? Not that I expected much from this shithole in the boondocks, but coffee is the least one should offer."

"Sir, the machine broke down," the poor server tried.

"I don't care! Bring me the manager!"

Izzy turned on the spot and left the hotel. The world thought her colleague was a kind, beautiful man, but she had seen past the facade on day one.

It wasn't only his sleazy manners and 'innocent' touches that weren't necessary for the scenes or the social situations they found themselves in. It was also the nonchalance with which he hit on every woman on set as if there wasn't a gorgeous wife with three beautiful kids waiting for him at home.

If Izzy could avoid her caffeine-deprived and handsy co-star, then she would take the chance.

She should have gone back to her room to grab a coat, but the early morning sun shone, and she didn't want to risk running into the scumbag on the upper floor, if he should decide to go back to his room.

The autumn leaves crunched underneath her feet as she walked down the pavement. She caught sight of a paparazzi on the other end of the street, but she ignored him. Instead, she hurried to the sweet little café she had seen through the car window every time she had been brought to the set.

From the outside, it seemed cosy and inviting. As soon as she entered, the smell of freshly baked scones rose into her nose. A patron sat on either side of the café, one glanced up from his newspaper, the other ignored her. No one approached her, so she went to the counter and waited as any other customer would.

The café looked like a mix between a comic book store and an art studio with original drawings adorning the walls and antiques scattered around the small space.

Curiosity spread in Izzy's chest. Who might be the owner of such a place?

The answer came instantly in the form of a glasses-wearing, Batman shirt sporting man about her age, who entered from the back. He nearly let the tray with fresh scones fall to the floor when he caught sight of her. A few scones rolled over the ground, and the man dove down, nearly losing even more until he put the tray aside to fish for the others.

Izzy snickered at the sight. The man looked adorable as he apologised a thousand times for being so clumsy, cheeks dusted in a beautiful pink, and his glasses sliding along his nasal bridge, causing him to stop his task and adjust their placement again and again.

When he finally got back on his feet, the fallen scones pushed into the pockets of his apron, he also got around to greeting her. "Go-od morning, Ms Lightwood. What can I do for you?"

Izzy snickered. "Call me Isabelle. And if you can manage, I'd like a cherry scone and the biggest cup of black coffee that you can handle." She smiled at him brightly, making him blush crimson.

"But of course. Please, take a seat."

The coffee was actually very good, the scone to die for, and that's how Izzy started to have breakfast there every single morning for the rest of her stay.

She talked with the owner—his name being Simon, as it turned out—talked about comics and how a New Yorker like him had ended up in this little town.

The little café became Izzy's shelter from bothersome co-stars and paparazzi. Simon wouldn't let in either, and the locals kept a respectful distance after everyone who wanted one had received an autograph and selfies with the movie star.

Whenever her schedule allowed, one could find Izzy at Simon's café, marvelling at the latest addition to his own graphic novel that he was writing and his best friend Clary was drawing, and the latest songs he practised, some of them his own compositions.

They exchanged childhood memories of growing up in the Big Apple, and shared private stories after closing time. Never since she had become a household name had Izzy opened up to a stranger like this. But Simon wasn't a stranger anymore. Far from it.

"When will they wrap up the filming?" Simon asked one day when Izzy hadn't left after breakfast.

She smiled at him shyly. "We finished two days ago."

"And you're still here? Not fed up with the locals yet?" he smirked.

Izzy tilted her head to the side and looked at him through her eyelashes, only her perfect makeup covering up the blush crawling into her cheeks. "I like it here. It's peaceful."

"But don't you miss your family? I'm sure Max and Rafael have grown like crazy since you've been gone."

Butterflies stormed through Izzy's body, not for the first time. The ease with which Simon soaked up every bit of info, cared for her well-being and her as a person, always set them in motion. Simon saw her. Not a famous actress, despite being a fan of her work. But she was also a friend now. Izzy wondered if only she wanted them to be something different as well.

"I guess. But they'll have to wait until Tuesday."

Simon chuckled. "Why's that?"

"Because," she started, stretching out the word, "if everything goes as planned, I'll buy the estate house on Monday."

Simon's mouth fell open, and Izzy pushed it close with tender fingers that lingered for a long moment.

"You wanna live here?" he croaked.

"If there's someone who'd like me to stay," she replied cautiously. "I'd still be away a lot, but… I think I might find…"

"What?" he whispered, leaning heavily against the counter.

"A home here."

Izzy's heart nearly beat out of her chest. Here she was, offering it on a silver platter, not knowing if the gift was wanted.

Sure, they had had moments over the last few weeks—long looks, lingering touches, private smiles. It all felt so real, especially compared to her workplace where pretty much everything was fake. But she had to leave soon, and she had to play her hand, not sure if they were even playing the same card game.

"With you," she said, time frozen for a moment that felt like an eternity.

But then, Simon's lips curled into a wide smile. "With me?"

"Yeah. I mean, I get that you might not want to move in right away. But I'd like to try this. With you. I haven't felt this alive for a very long time, the way I feel when I'm with you. So… what do you say? Should I buy the house or leave and never come back?"

Simon worried his lip between his teeth, still grinning. "If it's in your means, I think you should buy it," he said. "I'd really like that."

Izzy sat at the counter for the rest of the day and helped Simon to close up the shop at the end of the afternoon.

"Can I finally see the backroom?" she asked, putting the last chair up on the table.

"You wanna see my stockroom?" Simon asked, surprised.

"No," Izzy grinned. "But I wanna kiss you and these blinds aren't paparazzi proof."

"Oh," was all that Simon managed before he stumbled to the rear of his shop, Izzy on his heels.

Some bags of flour got damaged in the process of their first kiss and Izzy's dress ruined. But it was absolutely worth it.

***

Izzy's alarm goes off at 7 am after only five hours of sleep. Simon tightens his hold around her waist. "Don't."

Izzy presses a kiss to his pouting lips. "Just one more week, and then, I'm all yours, babe."

His hold grows even tighter. "See you tonight. Take care," he murmurs and pulls her into a deep kiss. "I'll try to stay up till you come."

She knows he likely won't make it. But as long as she can sleep in his arms, it's worth the two-hour drive through the night until she's home.

[fedyorivans-moved]

Masterlist (so far)

Writing

Hey. I made you breakfast. I'm aware it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's all I can make without burning - thomastair

Always - Thule!malec

Spin the bottle kiss - malec

When I look at you I see my world, and that scares the s*** out of me - malec

Kingdom of Idris (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) - malec (tbc)

Heavenly fire - sizzy

Killing some demons - sizzy

Moodboards

Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Simon Lewis, Jace Herondale, and Clary Fairchild moodboards

Cordelia Carstairs moodboard

Bi Magnus Bane moodboard

Gay Alec Lightwood moodboard

Bi Helen Blackthorn moodboard

Lesbian Aline Penhallow moodboard

Bi Matthew Fairchild moodboard

Demi Julian Blackthorn moodboard

Anna x Ariadne moodboard

Clary x Isabelle moodboard

Helen x Aline moodboard

Clary Fairchild moodbooard

Simon Lewis moodboard

Annabeth Chase x Piper McLean moodboard

Kieran moodboard

[ohnotoomanyfandoms]

Sizzy first kiss? (TV show verse)

Found this fanfic prompt going a couple of years back in my inbox, and I can finally answer with a fic I (finally) published (and probably started writing back in the day because of this ask, so thank you) !!! 

Title: First Date.

Chapters: 1/1Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media TypesRating: General AudiencesWarnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsRelationships: Simon Lewis/Isabelle LightwoodCharacters: Isabelle Lightwood, Simon LewisAdditional Tags: Sizzy - Freeform, Sizzy needed an official first date, my otp my babies my beautiful faves, I Will Go Down With This ShipSummary:

Found this silly little thing from 2017 on my computer and decided to publish because I miss Sizzy. This is technically set in the TV show world, but could very well work for the books, set sometime before/during City of Fallen Angels.Because we deserved to see Izzy and Simon’s first date. Flirting, awkwardness, blushing, nerdy references, and first kisses ensue.

[ti-bae-rius]

Ring - Sizzy fic

Project reveal! I’ve been teasing this for a while but I thought today was a good day to explain. I’m using this year’s inktober prompts to inspire some mini-fics. I struggle with short fics so I’m challenging myself to keep these to 1K words or less. Today felt like a great day to post the first one, since it’s Simon’s birthday! We’ve had malec and clace proposals and the theme of ‘ring’ was the perfect opportunity for me to write a sizzy proposal. Click read more to check it out and like/reblog to wish Simon a happy birthday (or because you liked the fic...)

Simon stared at the case of rings in the jewellers and drummed on the glass uncertainly. Isabelle cared a lot about how things looked, especially things she wore. She loved clothes and accessories and makeup. Her room at the Institute was scattered with shoes and purses and belts. But what she was the fondest of, the items she planned her whole outfits around, was her jewellery. Her snake whip-bracelet, the ruby pendant; even her battle items were built to be as beautiful as they were deadly. This ring had to be perfect, had to fit right in with all her other jewels – no, this had to be the most stunning thing she owned. No small task. Simon sighed.

 The next week, Simon was shaking. The ring box was in his guitar case, and he hoped she’d like his choice. Backstage was a bouquet – heavy in roses and with absolutely no tulips – and a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. There was also a sign reading “Say ‘I do or I do not. There is no try.’” Sure it was nerdy, but Izzy was a total Star Wars geek. One time, she’d even surprised Simon by wearing a truly well-crafted Princess Leia cosplay – gold bikini and her hair in twin buns, the latter of which she unravelled, letting her hair fall across her bare shoulders.

“Help me, Simon Lovelace,” she’d purred, one hand running through her hair. “You’re my only hope.”

Yes the sex had been amazing, but what Simon loved more was Izzy pulling the sheets around her after and retrieving the costume from the floor beside the bed, launching into a long diatribe about how difficult it was to find one with authentic-looking metallic elements – ‘They were all rubber, Simon. Like Tatooine would have rubber!’. He was completely in love with her, head over her terrifying 7-inch heels. He didn’t think he’d ever been this nervous for a show in his life. As soon as the final song was over, he swung his guitar case onto his shoulder and made a beeline for the green room. Clary was guarding the door, distracting Izzy for a couple of minutes while Simon set everything up and making sure no one else went in. She beamed at him as he ducked past her into the room, squeezing his arm.

“Good luck, Si. She’ll love it.”

Simon didn’t say anything, just nodded and hoped Izzy would think he was sweaty from performing rather than nerves. Outside the door, he could hear Clary talking to Isabelle deliberately loudly to give Simon some warning, and he scrambled into action, retrieving the box from his case, taking a deep breath, and dropping to one knee. His heart damn near stopped when he heard Clary say goodbye and the door creaked as Isabelle twisted the knob.

Damn, Fray. Where’s your stupid Fearless rune now?

 “You were great, Si. So good. You seemed nervous. I—”

Isabelle broke off as she looked up from her phone and saw Simon. Her hands flew to her mouth, the phone thankfully landing on the rug with a soft thud rather than smashing on the concrete floor.

“I was,” Simon told her, voice shaky. “I am.”

“If this is a joke, I swear I’ll kill you in your sleep,” Izzy vowed tearfully. She swiped a finger under her eye to wipe a tear. “No, I’m serious. I’ll be really mad. This is a really expensive mascara and it’s just been discontinued so I am not going to waste it.”

Simon exhaled a laugh. His knee was starting to shake.

“It’s not a joke. Isabelle Sophia Lightwood, will you marry me?”

Isabelle was nodding before he’d finished the question, had sunk down to the floor with him to kiss him, still nodding. When she pulled back, she was crying and laughing and shaking Simon’s arm.

“You can get off your knee now,” she said, and he sat down heavily opposite her on the rug. He handed her the ring box and he was talking before she could say anything.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it. The man at the jewellers said to go simple and classic, nothing to take away from your face or the rest of your outfit. It’s a marquise cut. I don’t know what that means but –”

“Shut up and put it on my finger,” Isabelle interrupted, holding out her hand. He slipped it on and smiled, then laughed when he saw Isabelle’s teary grin. “I love it. I love you.”

“Champagne?” he offered and she looked up, finally caught sight of his stupid Yoda proposal sign, and broke down crying all over again, but laughing hard.

“You’re such a dork.”

“But now I’m your dork.”

Isabelle caught his chin, pressed her engagement ring to his lips to kiss, and smiled.

“You’ve always been my dork, Si.”

[skyeward-otp]

So...I did a thing. I wrote a Sizzy fic. Well, it’s not the first one I’ve written, since that particular one is still being written because it’s going to be multi-chapter.

This one, however, was a one-shot inspired by the scene in the finale where Simon brought Izzy take-out for dinner. So many possibilities.

It’s called It Can’t Better Than This and I really hope you guys like it.

Read it on FF.net or Ao3.

Enjoy!

[manonsizzy]

U know what sucks? When u wanna read a sizzy fanfic and u search and u see the tags and then all the ships are listed and u’re like: Stop. Because i bet my ass there wont be much sizzy in there.Stop fúcking with my emotions. Anyways do u have some fics I could read. Cause i miss my babies.

[harrypotter-obsessed]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV), The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Simon Lewis/Isabelle Lightwood Characters: Simon Lewis, Isabelle Lightwood Additional Tags: Fluff, Adorable, puke worthy cuteness, Lazy Morning, surprise at the end, but a good surprise, Promise, all fluff and happiness, simon lewis deserves happiness, soft sizzy, Sizzy - Freeform, Cute Summary:

“No, no no no-” She broke off her sentence, giggling as he rolled on top of her. “I’ve got to get up and go to work.” Whining, she tried to wriggle out of his arms, but Simon held onto her. He was grinning down at her, eyes sparkling mischievously as Isabelle lay their breathlessly.

- Simon and Isabelle live chaotic lives, but just this once... they have a lazy morning all to themselves, and Simon is determined to enjoy it.