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claralisette · 5 years ago

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Clary Listens to Girl in Red

“Clary, Duck!”

Clary hit the floor as soon as her name left Izzy’s lips. She knew what was coming. A crack, and Izzy’s whip obliterated a demon that had been about to land on Clary from the rafters. Clary recovered, quickly, jumping to her feet and impaling the other demon in front of her. It screamed, a horrible sound, and disintegrated into a pool of ash.

It was suddenly quiet again, and Clary could hear the sounds of cars on the street behind them, and the sound of Izzy breathing slightly heavier after that encounter. Clary turned to look at Izzy, expecting her to be three feet away like she was a minute ago. So when she turned, they were nose to nose. Clary inhaled in surprise.

“Are you hurt?” Izzy asked, unbothered. She checked Clary over, while Clary silently stood there, internally trying not to panic whenever Izzy touched her, gently patting her arms, back, and waist. Oh, god, why now? She normally didn’t get like this when they were on a mission. Only when they were hanging out, just chilling, did she let herself, feel….

“Izzy?” Clary said, carefully making sure her feelings were kept out of her voice, “Maybe we should get going. There might be more.”

Izzy, apparently finished making sure New York’s newest Shadowhunter was in one piece, leaned back and flashed her trademark smile. Clary’s heart fluttered, but she was beyond used to that by now. Isabelle’s smile was adorable, sexy, and catching. Clary grinned back.

“We could take them even if there were more.” Izzy said, pulling her long dark hair out of the ponytail that held it.

“That’s true.” Clary said. She headed to the mouth of the alley they had been fighting in, and checked the street. Everything was normal. People had no idea that they could have been eaten by a Shax demon. However, with this street being lined with pubs, and full of drunk party girls and guys, no one really would have noticed anyway. Clary sheathed her twin daggers. She was relieved they hadn’t been seen; they weren’t even glamoured to be invisible right now. The demons had been following them, and caught them almost by surprise. Almost.

“Hey, Clary, let’s go in there.” Izzy said, pointing at a newer bar.

“Izzy, we’re on duty,” Clary said, shaking her head. Izzy laughed.

“We were on duty, but…” Izzy pointed to a church clock tower in the distance. 2am. Their shift was over. “Come on, it’ll be fun!” Izzy said, dragging Clary out of the shadows and onto the street. Clary smiled. She let Izzy lead her towards the club. There was a line, but Izzy walked right past it. Clary reached up and pulled her red hair out of it’s ponytail, letting it fall down in messy waves. Being a shadowhunter had its perks, and being with Izzy meant that they could flirt their way into any place they wanted.

Out of the corner of her eye, Clary noted the gazes of boys, looking at the two girls. Clary knew what they saw. Two hot girls dressed all in black… and considering she was wearing Izzy’s clothes again (at Izzy’s insistence), they were dressed not only for hunting demons, but also for clubbing.

Izzy barely smiled at the bouncer and he let them in immediately. She smirked at Clary, and Clary knew what she was thinking. That humans were so stupid. Clary had lived as a normal girl, too, until a few years ago, when she turned Eighteen, and her father had tried to take over the world.

They headed straight to the bar. Clary let Izzy order, while she scanned the room. She barely had to concentrate to peel away any glamours that were there. A few vampires were hanging out in the corner. Two werewolves flirting with girls. No one else from the Shadow world. No demons.

“Here.” Izzy thrust a drink into her hand, and Clary rolled her eyes. She drank it, though, and the shots Izzy ordered after that. Why not, right? She didn’t have to be up early tomorrow, and she liked spending time with Izzy…

“Let’s go dance!” Izzy grabbed Clary’s hand brown eyes sparkling as she led Clary to the dance floor, and Clary followed, her head much lighter feeling than when they had entered. Being with Izzy was so easy. She was so chill, so fun, and even though Clary didn’t really like clubbing that much, she liked dancing with Izzy. Or rather, swaying back and forth while watching Izzy dance.

Clary grinned at her best friend and parabatai. Then suddenly, Izzy was much closer, her face inches from Clary’s, hands on Clary’s waist in a way that was different from earlier. What was going on- And then she felt a presence behind her. Ah. Izzy Spun, so that Clary was away from whomever had just tried to touch her. There was a man, of course, but he seemed to be doubled over in pain. Izzy probably hit him. Nice.

His friends were looking though, confused. Clary looked back at Izzy, who smirked at her and leaned in. Wait a minute-

Izzy kissed her, her lips soft, and Clary was sure her brain checked out of the building. She wrapped her hands around Izzy’s torso, a soft sigh escaping her lips without her permission. One of Izzy’s hands tangled in her hair, and Clary pulled Izzy closer, her hand slipping down to grab Izzy’s ass.

It was at that point that Clary wondered if Izzy knew that Clary had feelings for her. Izzy wasn’t stupid, but Clary was sure that Izzy had no idea. If she had no idea before though, she would now, wouldn’t she? Oh. Shit. She would, wouldn’t she?

Izzy pulled away, only to lean in and whisper in Clary’s ear. “Is there anything you want to tell me, Fairchild?” She said.

“Uhh, maybe?” Clary said. Her brain still wasn’t really working properly. Izzy had kissed her, and It was everything she imagined. Izzy laughed softly, and pulled away. Clary thought that maybe she might be mad, until she saw Izzy’s face. She was smirking, but there was something else. Izzy nodded towards the door, and Clary nodded.

When they were outside, Clary took a deep breath. Her head was already feeling better. Izzy led the way back to the alley they had been fighting in earlier.

“Portal. My room. Now.” Izzy said, pointing at the graffitied alley wall. Clary took her stele out of her pocket and obeyed, drawing the portal rune on the wall. And entire section of the wall turned molten, shining and shimmering. Clary barely had time to think of the Izzy’s room before Izzy shoved her into the portal, hard.

Clary fell out of the portal, onto Izzy’s bed. Izzy was already there, the portal gone. Izzy swept over to the door and locked it. Clary sat up. Oh man, was Izzy mad at her? Izzy, however, didn’t look mad.

“Izzy, what-“ Clary said, as Izzy crossed the room back over to her and pressed her lips to Clary’s again. Clary couldn’t even make a noise of surprise, because Izzy had pushed her down and climbed on top of her in the same moment.

“Clary” Izzy moaned against her lips. Clary gasped. Izzy moved her face to Clary’s ear again. “Do you have a crush on me?” She asked, her hands undoing the buttons on the front of Clary’s dress, stroking her hair, her waist, her leg…

“Yes…” Clary said unable to concentrate. She knew Izzy’s dress had a zipper in the back- ah, there it was. She pushed the fabric aside, one hand staying on Izzy’s back, the other one exploring the rest of her body.

Izzy’s hands disappeared for a second, taking the top of her dress off. Clary realized that Izzy hadn’t been wearing a bra, again. She was always Jealous that Izzy’s boobs were small enough to get away with that. Clary pushed Izzy’s dress down farther.

Izzy undid Clary’s bra, immediately playing with Clary’s nipple. “Izzy,” Clary gasped, as Izzy kissed her neck. Clary wanted to touch her, but Izzy was in control, and she wasn’t going to let Clary touch her.

“You’re so freaking beautiful, Clary, oh my god,” Izzy said. “I like you so much-“ She buried her face in Clary’s chest, kissing her. Clary felt like she was on fire. She needed more.

“Izzy please,” Clary said.

“Mmmm” Was the only response she got, which was not good enough. Time to put hat shadowhunter training to good use, then. With one swift movement, Clary wrapped her legs around Izzy and flipped them over, so that she was on top. She grabbed Izzy’s hand, moving it towards where she needed it, wanted it the most.

Izzy laughed, but she moved aside the fabric if Clary’s underwear, teasing her clit. “Impatient, are we?” She asked.

“Isabelle, you have no idea-“ Clary said, kissing Izzy again. She gently pushed her tongue into Izzy’s mouth, and Izzy let her with a moan

“No idea what-“ Izzy started to ask, but gasped when Clary ran her hand up Izzy’s thigh, and up the skirt of her dress.

“No idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Clary said. Preoccupied with how wet Izzy was. She dragged her finger over Izzy’s underwear, before pushing it aside and slipping a finger inside of Izzy, her thumb finding Izzy’s clit.

“Fuck Clary,” was the response she got. Not good enough. Clary slipped another finger in, playing with her. She curled her fingers forward, searching for that spot…

“You know I’m in love with you, right?” Clary asked.

She was expecting a response, but she did not expect Izzy to cry out, grabbing Clary and pulling her closer, as she came. Clary couldn’t help but smile. Izzy was so beautiful, so gorgeous. “Clary, how do you know how to do that?” Izzy gasped, pulling her down and kissing her. Clary just smirked at her. She was not about to explain that.

“It’s a secret,” Clary said.

“Come her and sit on my face then, sweetheart.” Izzy said. Clary felt her stomach flip.

“W-what?” She said. Isabelle dug her fingers into Clary’s thighs, pulling her forward. Clary obeyed.

“Too tired to get up,” Izzy said, not even bothering to take Clary’s underwear off.

“Oh god, Isabelle,” Clary moaned, as Izzy’s tongue fucking caressed her clit. Clary couldn’t help it, her hips moved of their own accord, and she felt Izzy’s resulting moan reverberate through her. Oh god. And then Izzy’s tongue swirled around her clit and Clary came, Isabelle’s name escaping her lips as a whine.

Izzy’s hands rubbed the back of her legs as Clary sat up, and then slid down to lay beside Izzy, who pulled her close and kissed her.

“Damn, Clary, you should have told me ages ago.” Izzy said after a while, stroking Clary’s hair. Clary didn’t even bother with a response, mostly because she was falling asleep. “Clary?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you need a nude model anytime soon for your mundane school?” Izzy asked, sounding too innocent.

“Izzy if you want me to draw you, all you have to do is ask.” Clary said, smiling, drifting off to sleep in Izzy’s arms.

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claralisette · 6 years ago

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Hello Dear people I don’t normally do shit like this but you have to understand So three weeks ago my friend’s girlfriend of 16 years left her. Now here the funny shit she raided the house with her friends while my friend was at work. Then your friends threatening to beat her up… you’re a fucking adult. You know what’s funny about abuse? People who are abused don’t take a stuffed Build a Bear their abuser made for them three weeks prior. They don’t keep personal items that have strong ties to their abusers. They don’t take the time to go through DVDs you bought together and pick your favorites. Or take down posters that were bought for you. You going to be triggered by memories of your abuser everytime you’re going to wear those cosplays she made you? But most and importantly you abandoned your fucking kids(pets) what kind a sick bastard leaves there pets behind. Pandora your dog was fucking crying for you when you left and didn’t come back cause dogs do that when there owner don’t ever come back. Leave a ‘bad’ relationship fine but you still have a responsibility when you raise animals together for over 16 years. You didn’t even offer to make sure they had food or needed any medical care it must be nice to run away from all your responsibilities. Now my opinion Fucking clean your shit and stop posting about your fake life on tumblr. Only children do this kind of shit Your also guilting people for fucking money on Tumblr when your probably couch surfing and have what maybe one phone bill to your name? And whatever other scummy hell you reside on the internet there are so many other artists that deserve and NEED the money more than you. Like fuck I can name some off the top of my head; heck! you act like a real person that lives on tumblr you know · you play the victim when all parties are guilty · edge tumblr quotes should I waste my time listing it off? nah

Oh by the way pandora is mine now and I ate your fucking chocolate bars.

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claralisette · 9 years ago

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The Bet

Simon/Baz

Pov; Baz

Simon sneaks out in the middle of the night and Baz wants to know why.

By Claralisette

I woke up that night to Snow sneaking out of the dorm at 3 am. Well, I woke up when the bed creaked, and listened to him put on his clothes….was he trying to be quiet? If so, he’s doing a poor job if it. As soon as the door clicked shut I sat up in bed. What was Snow, of all people, doing up at 3 am? Wasn’t I supposed to be the sneaky one?

Then again, he could just be going off to snog Agatha. Or he could be searching for the fifth hare, and get attacked in the process. Dammit.

I got up and quickly threw on my uniform shirt and trousers. I followed his scent out of the dorm and across the grounds, right down to the forest. I stepped in, looking around, and spotted him instantly, leaning against a tree. As I’m sure I haven’t made a sound, I slip behind a tree before he can notice me.

I can’t believe I’m spying on Simon freaking Snow, the chosen one.

At first I’m certain he’s meeting someone. But as time passes and no one arrives, I begin to wonder what he’s actually doing here, besides abusing the tree he’s leaning against by ripping its leaves.

“Seriously…” Simon sounds like he’s pouting. I smirk. Maybe whomever he was meeting stood him up.

“…And Penny had me totally convinced Baz would follow me, too.” He sighs.

Wait. What?

Simon continues abusing the tree, but doesn’t make any move to go back to sleep. Well, if it’s my presence he wanted, he could have just asked. But now how do I get away without him noticing? I may be a vampire, but I’m not that good. And considering what I’ve just heard, I want to know why he thought I’d follow him out here.

“This is a stupid bet to begin with.” Simon said, kicking a tree.

A bet? Well then, now I’m just offended. But I wouldn’t want the chosen one to lose a bet. He’s only got two friends, and I’d love to see the looks on their faces when they find out they lost.

“What’s wrong, Snow, did your date stand you up or something?” I said, sliding out from behind the tree to lean against it, smirking.

“Shit, don’t do that!” He exclaims, turning to face me.

“Do what?” I asked innocently.

“Appear out of thin air, it’s weird, and villainous.” He said.

“In case you were forgetting, I am a villain, according to you. Also sneaking out of the dorm at three am sharp could also be considered villainous, and yet I don’t peg you as the villain type, what with you being the chosen one and all.” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“I might have made a bet with Penny.” Simon said quietly.

“Really? What kind of bet?”

“Well…we were arguing about whether or not you were actually a villain, or just a good guy who acts like a villain.” He said.

“I’m pretty sure if someone acts like a villain, then they are one, Snow.” I said.

“That’s what I said.” Simon muttered. “But Penny argued that you may be acting that way because you’re hiding things, for example, the fact that you’re a vampire.”

“I’m not a vampire.” I said automatically.

“Yeah, like I haven’t heard it a thousand times.” He said. “But Penny said she saw you helping a first year girl, and that you actually seemed nice to her. So she said that maybe you act like a villain around me because I treat you like one.”

“Wow, heaven forbid I help people with their homework, me, the top student in our grade.” I rolled my eyes.

“But what if I didn’t treat you like a villain? Penny thinks I should….well….” He trailed off.

“Use your words, Snow.” I drawled, leaning my head back to look up through the branches. It was almost a full moon, and the stars were bright.

“Penny thinks you’re gay.” Simon said, and I whipped around to stare at him. Where did this come from? I quickly compose my face.

“Well, good for Penelope.” I said.

“You are, aren’t you? I saw the surprise on your face just now.” Simon stepped closer.

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business Snow, but if you must know, then yes, I am.” I said. Like I’m going to be intimidated by Simon Snow, even if his hair is shining under the moonlight, and his eyes are looking at me in this intense way that makes me want to kiss him and punch him at the same time. Okay, maybe the punching thing is a reflex of us being enemies for so long.

“I’m gay too. Or at least, I think I am. And Agatha thinks I am. And Penny.” Simon said. Again, I raise an eyebrow.

“Well, congratulations. But I thought you were dating Agatha?” I asked.

“She broke up with me. Last night.” Simon looks away.

“Wow, Snow, you got dumped by Agatha?”

“Shut up.”

“So, what are the details of this bet, exactly?” I asked.

Snow sighed. And looked away, fidgeting; before stepping closer again. If he steps any closer, I might actually punch him. Or kiss him. I’m not sure. This new revelation that Snow is gay makes me hope that he likes me, which is stupid, because we’re enemies. And I’m a vampire. Not that I’m going to tell him that. I’d kind of like to keep all my teeth.

“Penny said not to tell you.” Simon said, stepping closer again. We’re practically nose to nose. I try to keep my breathing even.

“Really? And why ever would she say something like that?” I asked. I’m aware my wits are failing me, and it’s kind of annoying.

“She said you’ll punch me. Actually, she said it’s guaranteed that you punch me.” Simon said.

“Well then the question is, do you feel like getting punched in the face?” I asked.

“Yeah, actually, I do.” Simon said.

And then he leaned in to kiss me. I froze in place for a moment, mostly because Simon Snow is very human, and villain or not, I wouldn’t like to turn him. But I’m definitely not going to punch him. Especially when his hands gently grab my waist and his head tilts a little, and holy hell, I’m kissing Simon Snow.

It’s better than I imagined it.

He starts to pull back slightly, so I grab the back of his head to hold him in place, and gently kiss him back. He doesn’t protest.

When we finally do break apart, minutes later, we’re both breathing heavily. Simon’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks cute and confused.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m gay.” Simon said, and I laughed.

“And I’m pretty sure Penelope lost a bet. Do me a favour, Snow, make sure I can see her face when you tell her tomorrow morning.” I grinned.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Simon asked, taking my hand.

“Nah, I think I’ll pass.” I said, pushing off from the tree, and pulling Simon back towards our dorm. “Now, how about we go and get some sleep?”

“Vampires need sleep?” Simon asked.

“I’m not a vampire.” I said.

“Really? That’s great then, why don’t we snog some more?” He asked.

“Because I want to go get some sleep. You woke me up, you bastard.” I said. It’s a weak defense, but Simon laughs.

“Baz?” Simon asks.

“Yeah, Snow?” I turn to look at him, and he’s looking down.

“Will you call me Simon?” He asks. I pretend to think about it for a moment.

“Sure, but only if Agatha’s there, so we can scare her to death, thinking you’ve gone over to the dark side.” I smirk, only half kidding.

“She’ll faint for sure.” Simon says.

We get back to the dorm, and I just throw my clothes on the floor, too tired to bother putting them away. I’m almost asleep when I hear Simon get up again.

“Go to sleep, Snow.” I say.

“Sure.” He says, and before I have time to protest he’s crawling into my bed.

“Seriously?” I ask as he snuggles up next to me. Simon is warm; but I throw my blanket on top of him anyways.

“Yup.” He says.

“You’re an idiot, Simon Snow.”

“Go to sleep, Baz.”

“Fine.”

Cl: I’m not sorry. Thats all the notes I have for this one, I read carry on for the millionth time and this happened.

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