#queenclizzy

[blavkcanary]

gtkmm; [2/15] ships  → clary fray and isabelle lightwood

you have a new life now. you have me, and that’s not gonna change.

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Unusual, Not Unpleasant

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Relationship: Clary/Izzy

Notes: No spoilers. Written for the ‘bodyswap’ square at Femslash February Trope Bingo.

No one was sure quite how it happened. One minute, Clary and Izzy were in the grip of the demon. Then Jace used his sword to kill the monster, and both girls were free. Alec looked at the woman to his left. “Are you okay, Izzy?” he asked. Clary raised an eyebrow. “I’m Clary” she said. “And I’m fine.” Alec and Jace exchanged looks of confusion. At the same time, Clary caught her reflection in the mirror. Instead of freckles and red hair, she had olive skin and brunette locks. And her outfit was much more revealing than the one she’d been wearing when she left the Institute. She was in Izzy’s body. “This can’t be happening” said a voice Clary recognized as her own. She looked at the redhead who was speaking. “Izzy, is that you?” Clary asked her own body. “Yes” said Clary’s body, rolling her eyes. “Apparently the demon had time to swap our bodies before Jace killed it. And with it dead, I don’t know how we’re going to get back.” Alec placed a reassuring hand on the shoulder of Clary’s body. “It’s okay Izzy. Magnus will figure something out” he said to his sister. Izzy smiled and winked at her brother. Then she leaned in and kissed her own body on the lips. When they broke apart, Clary said “That was unusual. But not unpleasant.” “Now you finally see what I see in you” Izzy said. Taking Clary by the hand, she turned to Alec and said “Tell Magnus not to rush. I’m sure Clary and I will find some way to pass the time while we’re in each other’s bodies.” Clary laughed and followed her girlfriend out of the warehouse and back to the Institute. This was certainly going to be a memorable experience.

[archive-my-darling-alexander]

♕ tmi femslash bingo ♕ clizzy + gold

"Clary, it'll be okay. We'll find him. I know we will."

Isabelle kisses the tears off of Clary's chin… cheeks... then eyelashes as the moon casts a dull light through the open backseat window of Clary's old Volkswagen. It mixes with the glow from a nearby streetlight and shimmers gold streaks onto Izzy's dark hair and casts shadows over her face.

It's been three weeks since Jace's disappearance. They're no closer to finding him than they were at the start. To make matters worse, the Clave cares more about Valentine and the Cup than about Jace himself. Everyone at the New York Institute is stressed, and everything is too much to handle. Long days turn into longer nights, and Clary is just glad that Alec still has Magnus, and that she has Izzy.

Clary doesn't know what they are, her and Isabelle. They spend nearly every night together, sometimes just talking, sometimes more. They're not dating, but the sex is too emotional for it to be reduced to hooking up. They really should DTR but with everything else going on, it's easier to just hide in each other's arms at night and pretend that nothing happened in the morning. Maybe they'll figure it out, maybe they won't.

Maybe they'll find Jace, maybe they won't.

Silence hangs in the darkness between the two of them, and Clary's gaze flickers down to her hands balled into fists in her lap. Isabelle follows her gaze and gingerly reaches out, coaxing Clary's smooth hands into her own, threading their fingers together. The moonlight dances gray-gold patterns over their knuckles.

"We all care about Jace, Clary. I'm worried, too, but worrying's not going to bring him back."

"I know."

"And in the meantime, we have to take care of ourselves... and each other."

Clary nods slowly. "I know."

Isabelle squeezes their clasped hands gently and pulls one hand out to touch Clary's face, thumb grazing her cheekbone. She traces the shell of her ear, tucking a few stray hairs behind it. Clary shivers as Isabelle's fingertips leave trails of fire on her skin. She moves her own hands to Isabelle's waist and tugs gently, inviting her into her lap. Isabelle smiles—god, her smile is like the moon—and complies, wrapping her arms around Clary's neck and pulling her close. Their faces gravitate together, lips finally touching. Clary sighs into the kiss, the tension melting from her shoulders. She tightens her grip around Isabelle's waist and closes her eyes.

They kiss for a long time in the dusty gold light, slow and sweet. Clary doesn't know where Jace is, but… she does know where Isabelle is. Isabelle's in her arms. Safe, warm. Grounding her. Protecting her. Reminding her of what she has instead of what's missing. Lately, it feels like the world has been crumbling around Clary's feet, but at least Isabelle makes it feel like it can be put back together again.