I Cant Express How Much I Love This

I cant express how much i love this

Hello, for the prompt thing, could you do “It’s three in the morning” for Sizzy? Thank you

Prompt #3 - “It’s three in the morning” + Sizzy

“Simon!”

Simon hugged his pillow tighter. 

“Simon!”

The pillow was sinfully warm. He buried his face in it and sighed contentedly. 

“SIMON LEWIS LOVELACE!”

Most shadowhunters would have been startled if someone had woken them up in the middle of the night by yelling their name. 

Not Simon. 

For starters, he had seen too much to be fazed by a late night scare. 

And the voice that yelled it him was the voice he his heart fell asleep to every night. 

So, there was no need to be afraid. 

“What is it?” Simon asked, rubbing his eyes. 

“I need to ask you something.”

He couldn’t see her. Just her voice. 

Simon picked up his phone. 

“Jesus!” Simon swore and realized how much he missed saying it once. “It’s three in the morning!”

“I need to ask you something important,” Isabelle amended. 

Simon used all his shadowhunter strength to turn around and face Izzy. “About what?”

“Why didn’t Leia become a Jedi?”

Simon blinked. “What?”

“Luke is a Jedi. The best Jedi. But Leia isn’t. We know that she is force sensitive though. She can telepathically communicate with him, right? And she is also his twin. So, why didn’t she become a Jedi?”

Simon blinked again. 

He was very confused - but also very turned on. 

“Izzy,” he said. “It’s three in the morning.”

“Do you think you can call Eric and ask?” She picked up his phone and gave it to him. 

He put the phone away and turned on the bedside lamp. Isabelle was already sitting up in bed. Simon couldn't wrap his head around how any human could look so beautiful and majestic at three in the morning. But it was his Isabelle. she always exceeded expectations.

“Leia didn’t become a Jedi because she didn’t want to,” Simon replied. “I mean, that’s what I think. We don’t really know.”

“But why didn’t she?” Isabelle frowned, her dark eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “She would have been great! Even better than Luke!!”

Simon sat up and faced her in bed.

“Isabelle, you know how much I love it when you go all nerdy on me,” Simon smiled and tucked a loose piece of wild hair strand behind her ear. “But you want to tell me what this is really about?”

“It’s about princess Leia and the sexist Jedi agenda, goddamnit!” Isabelle punched his pillow. 

“Sure,” Simon said because he knew her better than she let on. “But do you want to tell me what led to this fascinating train of thought?”

Izzy was quiet. It usually meant that she was deciding whether to tell the truth or not. Simon hoped it was the former. 

“I might be having a tiny identity crisis,” Isabelle sighed. 

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware there was a scheduled time to have an identity crisis!” Isabelle rolled her eyes. 

“It’s okay,” Simon kissed her temple. “But for future reference, it’s dawn. The aesthetic kinda vibes with the whole mood.”

“I didn’t understand a word you said,” her rolled her eyes again.

Simon wondered if god had given the Lightwoods an extra pair of eyes to switch between all the eye-rolling. Surely, they must be tired. 

“Izzy,” he whispered. “Isabelle.”

She was quiet. 

“ISABELLE SOPHIA LIGHTWOOD!” 

She was still quiet. 

Something was wrong. 

Simon had questions. He was worried. But he decided to stay quiet too. Isabelle always spoke up when she was given space. So, he decided to do just that. 

“What about later?” She asked after a while had passed. 

“Later?”

“When we are married?” She said quietly. 

Simon thanked the dim lighting because he couldn’t help but blush. But the hawk with the raven eyes must have noticed since he saw the smallest of smiles on her lips. 

“Who would I be then?” She asked. “Isabelle Lovelace? Lovelace-Lightwood?”

“You can be whoever you want,” Simon smiled. 

“I want to hyphenate,” she spoke quietly. “I want you next to me in anyway I can, Simon.”

He couldn’t help but pull her close and kiss her then. The aesthetic and the mood demanded that kind of vibe. 

“But..” She said when she pulled back. “There won’t be any Lightwoods after that.”

Simon must have seemed lost because she looked at him and sighed tiredly.

“Alec’s children are Lightwood-Banes and ours would be Lovelace-Lightwoods or whatever. But there won’t be any Lightwoods anymore.”

“Oh,” Simon said.

“There would have been if…Max,” She stopped.

He put his arms around her.

“From what you told me, he was a smart kid,” he told her. “So, surely he would have changed his name into something flashier. Like Thunderstorm or Nightraven.”

Isabelle chuckled reluctantly.

“There is always going to be a Lightwood somewhere,” he said softly. “You are a stubborn bunch.”

“Always?” She asked.

“Well, technically Magnus is a Lightwood too,” he explained. “So, yes. Always.”

She suddenly looked sad then. But as Simon knew, about something else, entirely.

“Hey,” he shook her slightly in his arms. “If you want, our children could take your last name. Just yours.”

Isabelle looked genuinely surprised at that.

“When I was at the academy, I did research into all your families. Mostly because I was bored but partly because of there were some dope gangsters back then. But there was this one woman. An ancestor of Clary. Charlotte. Charlotte Fairchild.”

“The first female counsel,” Izzy smiled.

“Total badass,” Simon nodded. “Did you know she decided to let her children carry her name instead of her husband’s? She got the clave to accept that. Talk about power moves.”

“She is incredible,” Isabelle agreed. “Do you know Alec is lowkey obsessed with her?”

“Your brother continues to have good taste in power babes,” Simon chuckled. “But my point is…If you want to do that…If you want our kids to have your name, we can do that.”

“You would do that for me?” Isabelle asked, her eyes wide.

“Izzy,” he said. “There is literally nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Hmmm,” she and rested her head on his arm. “Thank you, Simon.”

She sounded okay.

“Are you feeling better now?” He asked. “Identity crisis averted?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Maybe I should think about it at dawn.”

He smiled and kissed her again.

“You know what you should do? You should talk to Jace.”

“Jace?”

“He has a certificate course in identity crisis,” Simon pointed out. “And a diploma in last name dilemma.”

Isabelle laughed then. And he was glad. Even if it was at Jace’s expense.

“I’ll do that,” she said and rolled back to her side of the bed. “Thank you, my love.”

“Now let’s get back to sle…Oh no!”

“What is it?” Izzy asked urgently.

“My warm pillow,” Simon held it up. “It’s cold now.”

Isabelle laughed again and stretched her hand.

“Get in here,” she said and Simon suddenly found himself wrapped in warmth so pure that he felt asleep right away.