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snarkybritishvampire:

Enzo glanced down at the attractive woman at his elbow, the corner his lip turning up in a sideways smirk at her observation. Indeed, the two competitors didn’t at all seem like the type to win and keep Lady Lightwood’s attention. Let alone win a race if she was the one driving against them. They probably weren’t even smart enough to notice that she was deliberately playing them off of each other. “Somehow I’m not surprised.”  Of course, when a woman like her came on the scene, and it became known that she’d taken home a few of the guys after the secret underground racing meetups for even more clandestine meetings, then it always inevitably followed that there would be boys who liked to brag about false claims, along with the true ones. So Enzo didn’t really know which of the rumors were true and which were made up, but from what he’d actually seen of her, Isabelle Lightwood toyed with her admirers more often than she gave in to their attempted “charms,” while the men that she admired always fell for her own. She was skilled at the game of cat-and-mouse, and she always won no matter which side she played. He wasn’t entirely sure which game she was playing tonight, but he had a feeling he’d know soon enough. The rogue’s gaze skimmed the crowd for his teammates. Damon had left early after his requisite appearances were made, and a text from Caroline (that Enzo could only assume, from the mischievous smirk on his face when he made his goodbyes, was a very explicit) called him home. Jo had just already the first race of the evening, and was now camped out by the open hood of her car, showing off and answering questions from the admirers gathering around her. But Benny was by her side, his lifted truck’s headlights casting over the faces in front of them so no one could get close without being seen. He was a relief to have around, so Enzo didn’t have to worry about being the only one with an observant eye. The others had stayed behind tonight, since it was only a small, casual gathering with no real stakes or large groups. With everyone accounted for, just where he expected them to be since his last check, the protective second turned to face this new conversation fully, his eyes flicking down to sky-high stilettos and back up to waves of dark hair and piercing eyes.  “What are your plans for tonight? Going to show them up at the next race?” He quirked his eyebrows at her.

Isabelle smirked slightly at Enzo’s words. He was an observant one, she had known that a while ago. The quiet ones normally were. It was only a few seconds before the men had raced off the line, desperately trying to win her attention for the evening.

She almost wished she could see their faces when they realized neither of them was going home with her. But it wasn’t part of the plans for tonight. Her eyes followed her tall companion’s, landing on the small blonde across the crowd, the tall bear of a man not far from her side. The rest of the main group was missing, Damon and the other blonde. She was almost surprised Enzo wasn’t with the rest of Damon’s cheerleaders, but it definitely made her plans for the night that much easier.

Tall, dark hair, a quick smirk, it was hard not to find Damon’s right hand incredibly attractive. “Oh, no, I’m not planning on racing tonight,” she admitted softly, tilting her head up to look at him. Even in her ridiculously tall heels, the man was still a fair bit taller than her. It was, sadly, the story of her life. “Plus they’ve already taken up too much of my time. In fact, I was rather hoping to be out of here before they even make it to the finish line,” she added with a smile.

“I just would like to find somebody, preferably tall dark and handsome, to take me away from here, give me some company for tonight.” She smirked as she looked up at him, flicking her eyes over his face. Hopefully, he’d understand without too much prompting. He was a smart man, surely he’d catch her drift without her needing to spell out her intentions completely.

Nobody’s Trophy | Izzy & Enzo ( 2010. )

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VALENTINE’S INSPIRED MEMES

“He loves me, he loves me not… oh.”

“She loves me, she loves me not… oh.”

“I don’t think it’s love…”

“So, is there anyone you’re secretly crushing on?”

“I don’t even like chocolate.”

“Yeah, nothing says ‘I love you’ more than a bouquet that’ll die in two days…”

“I’m not sure if they’re a secret admirer or a stalker… but at least they have good taste in gifts.”

“Oh! It’s my favourite time of year.”

“If I send a mass text to all the people I like, I don’t need to get all of them gifts do I?”

“I’ve never had a Valentine.”

“Will you be my Valentine?”

“Do you have a Valentine yet?”

“No one ever serenades me any more.”

“Just don’t write a song and play it in front of everyone again… it’s embarrassing.”

“Any secret admirers?”

“Oh, so you’re my secret admirer?”

“I may have been admiring you not so secretly.”

“Just because you like me doesn’t mean the feeling is mutual.”

“Seeing as we’ve both not got anyone, do you want to come to mine and watch a film?

“We’re never getting back together.”

“So, he got me a teddy bear, but we fought and he tore off it’s head.”

“How about instead of being ridiculous on one day of the year, you just be a decent partner for the other 364 days?!”

“We’re not together any more.”

“If you haven’t booked a table we definitely won’t get to eat there on such short notice.”

“It’s just Valentine’s day… I don’t see the big deal.”

“What do you mean you didn’t get me anything?”

“I’m feeling sick, is it okay if we arrange our date for another night?”

“I’m not sure if they’re a secret admirer or a stalker….”

“Well… they don’t know I’m going out with you so we’re going to have a girls night sitting in and cry about being single…”

“I’ve got the lube and strawberries, we’re all set!”

“I got out the whipped cream and she slammed the door in my face.”

“I am not wearing that.”

“When he said he would give me a pearl necklace, I thought I was getting actual jewelry.”

“It would have been a lot more romantic if you de-thorned the rose before you put it in your mouth…”

“I’m all for dressing up… but, how do you wear this?”

“If I see another couple holding hands, I’ll… I’ll-”

“Young love, isn’t it sweet?”

“Who did you get all these roses for?”

“I don’t love you, I’m just here for the chocolate.”

“So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?”

“Valentines? Pft!”

“That’s the least romantic thing anyone has ever said to me…”

“What are you doing? Why are you on one knee? Get up! Get up!”

“My mum gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me.”

“Look, you can buy me all the chocolates in the world, I still won’t go out with you.”

“A diamond ring? I appreciate the offer… but don’t you think this is a bit… excessive?”

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as she saw the girl smirk, clary couldn’t help but grin herself. the other girl’s smile was always mischievous and sometimes she got too excited whenever she saw it. with a raise of her eyebrows, she tilts her head to the right side. “ what kind of party were you thinking? “ 

“There’s a couple of things going down tonight. A rave down on the docks, or Pandemonium for general merriment,” she said with a grin, always knowing exactly what was happening in the Downworlder’s world. Every party, event, or barbecue, Izzy knew about. “You get to pick.”

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“ I have no DOUBT that you will recover.” soft smile is present on pale features when he spoke. “ I haven’t known you for that long but I what I do know is that you’re one of the bravest women I’ve ever met.” 

“Oh Simon, flattery will get you everywhere,” she said with a laugh, glad to see a smile on his face. “Come. Take me somewhere private. I know you must be hungry.” She touched a finger to her bag, hinting at the contents.

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thebadsalvatore:

Damon raised an eyebrow at the hint, a pleased smile turning his mouth.  “It’d be dinnertime by the time you got here,” he responded, a note of remorse almost undetectable in his voice.  “I had to leave town this morning, remember?”

He kept himself from sighing.  He really could have used another night away from Mystic Falls – away from Stefan’s brooding and Elena’s whining and everything that wasn’t waiting for him back home.  If he wasn’t positive the whole damn place would burn to the ground if he didn’t go back, he’d probably turn back around anyway.  Vacations were even more enticing with soft skin to touch, eager lips to kiss, and intriguing tattoos to memorize.

But there was no sense in being coy if she was dropping such obvious hints.  She wanted him to be there as much as he wanted to.  It was only a six hour drive, and a good excuse to get away from here once whatever new crisis blew over.  “What’re you doing next weekend?”

A sigh flowed from full lips as she was reminded he had left town. “I remember,” Isabelle said quietly. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she felt a pang at his words, a twinge of pain in her stomach. She missed him. And she was sad he was going to be gone so long. She barely knew the man, but she was rather annoyingly drawn to him.

“Nothing I can’t blow off, I’m sure.” She smiled, her free hand brushing hair out of her face. She wanted him, wanted him close, wanted to taste his lips again, taste more, even. Perhaps even let the vampire taste her. “That is. If something more interesting comes up... are you planning on making my weekend more interesting?” 

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svraphic:

❝ —– ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴢ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sᴏʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. ❞

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s not your fault...  Hell, I owe you my life.”

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demonveiined:

        he smiled at the words when he heard the words that were followed by the sound of heels clicking against his marble flooring. ❝ nice to see you too, isabelle, as always. ❞ looking up, he grinned at her before moving so there was place to sit next to him. ❝ what can i say? i have a liking to you lightwoods. i have to admit, alexander is my favourite but you’re a close second. ❞ his words were accompanied by a wink as he set his phone aside. tilting his head to the side, his gaze turned curious. ❝ is everything alright? ❞

A smile spread across Isabelle’s face at Magnus’ response. He was one of the few people who called her by her full first name when they weren’t angry with her. Smirking, she moved to sit next to the warlock, crossing a long leg, tugging the hem of her skirt to pretend to have a bit of modesty. “I mean, for obvious reasons, really. Jace is clearly the worst of the group,” she teased, running a hand through her long dark locks.

“Things are as alright as they can be at the moment. I just wanted to make sure Jace for here alright.”

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ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄʟᴀʀʏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪsᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ. sʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ; ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴏʜ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇss ᴀɴʏ ɢᴜʏs ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғᴜɴ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪsᴀʙᴇʟʟᴇ…ᴜɴʟᴇss sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴡɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ.

     ❝ —– ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟᴇᴄ. ❞

sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟᴇᴄ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴇᴛ; ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜɪs sᴄᴇɴᴇ. sʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴜʙs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs, ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏʀᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀs sɪᴍᴏɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ғᴇʟᴛ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs.

     ❝ —– ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ…ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ғɪᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ʟɪᴋᴇ         ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? ɪғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs sᴇɴsᴇ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ         ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ         ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ… ❞

“Once is too much for Alec,” Izzy said with a laugh, glad to see Clary relaxing a little. The woman was so pretty when she smiled. It was something she wanted to see more often.

“I like clubs. They’re fun. You get to dance, get to drink...” she found a spot at the bar and turned to look at Clary. “I know this is a lot. I know you’re out of your element. But this is where you belong. In the Institute, as a Shadowhunter.” She reached out to brush her fingers over the redhead’s cheek.

“Stick with me, you’ll learn to fit in anywhere.”

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inxcorde:

🗡️ Admittedly, Jace’s jaw tensed just a little at Isabelle’s ploy to get him to stay; it was hardly fair, considering he wanted nothing more than to stay with Isabelle and Alec, just a little while longer. Folding a shirt and shoving it into his bag, zipping it closed with just a little difficulty, his eyes flicked over toward the dark-haired woman’s form for a split second before replying: “I don’t have a choice. Aldertree wants me gone? I’m gone. I’m not giving up though – but I can’t be here anymore.” He hated that he couldn’t explain why even to his sister – that his entire world had come to lying to his family.

“I know,” Izzy said honestly, taking a deep breath as she stared at his bag, frowning as it sat on his bed, ready to be scooped up and taken away from her, taking her brother away. “I know. I get it. I do. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it,” she said after a moment, bringing her eyes up to his face. “If Magnus doesn’t let you stay with him, you need to tell me where you end up, alright? I have to know where you’re going.”

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seeliexknight:

Meliorn watched her features fold into something sad, a look he wasn’t used to seeing on Isabelle’s beautiful face.  “Explain it to me,” he stated, more than asked.  If she did so, he would appreciate it but it would be because she wanted to.

He listened, wondering once more what was wrong with the nephilim that this was seen as okay.  “You do not need to do it.  It is an outdated system and you are allowed to say no if you do not wish to marry someone.” It seemed Isabelle’s brother had already made his choice and from the things she had told him about Alec, Meliorn found it simultaneously surprising and completely expected.  

“Why do they want this?  What will marrying you to some man you did not choose do for your parents?” He paused, remembering for a moment where they were.  “And what does Bane have to do with any of this?”

“Actions taken by Alec, Jace and I have damaged our family’s reputation. The Clave is unhappy with us, with my parents. Following tradition, marrying into a good family, will help rebuild our reputation.” She hated that she was being questioned about this. She just wanted to do it and get it over with.

“Alec is being an idiot. He won’t be happy with Lydia,” she said, folding her arms over her stomach, hoping it would quell the knots forming angrily in it. “Magnus... Magnus can stop the wedding. Alec...” she trailed off, licking her lips. She couldn’t exactly tell Meliorn that Alec had a crush on the warlock, it wasn’t her place to out Alec like that.

“I just need to talk to Magnus. He can fix this,” she said, heart thudding heavily in her chest. “I just need to fix this.”

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“I’m sorry, Izzy. There’s no other choice.” Jace’s bag was already packed by the time Isabelle had burst into his room, clearly agitated and against his decision. He folded another shirt and added it to the growing pile, parting from the bed where it sat to grab a container of hair gel, which was tossed easily into the canvas duffel. “Whatever Aldertree’s game is, it’s not the Clave’s. I’ll go over his head if I have to, but I can’t do it here. Not while his has eyes everywhere.” Silencing runes already decorated his walls in lieu of their conversation, ensuring that it remained private. His eyes caught Isabelle’s own for a moment, eyebrows upturned slightly in sorrow. “I’m not leaving forever, Iz… I’ll be at Magnus’ if you need me.”

“Jave, you can’t just leave,” Isabelle said with a frown, her arms folded over her stomach as she watched him pack. She hated this, hated that her family was falling apart. She didn’t care that it wasn’t permanent, that he wouldn’t be far. “We need you here. Alec and I.” They’d never been apart for any real amount of time since Jace had become part of the family. He’d always been just down the hall, whenever she needed him.

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“You look gorgeous in white lace, Clary.”

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“So apparently you’re stealing not one, but both of my brothers?”

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Starter Call for S2xE6!

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seeliexknight:

Meliorn felt bad for the words as soon as they were out of his mouth but he didn’t take them back because they were the truth.  He didn’t know what had brought about this change but he was certain Maryse was behind it.  The question was why Isabelle was going along with it in the first place. But considering she wasn’t speaking to him, it would be hard to find out.

“No, I don’t suppose I have.”  In the end, he knew it would come to this.  That the difference in their races would be too much to overcome.  His own kind didn’t mind nearly as much as hers did but if she hadn’t broken up with him now, it would have happened eventually.  “You could have at least told me the truth, given me a reason.  Things were good and we were both enjoying our time together. Your note came as a surprise.”

Isabelle frowned, unable to look at the man. She cared for him deeply, more than she’d cared for any of the men she spent time with. It’s why he was the only one she’d written to, the only one she’d informed it was over. Unlike the others, Meliorn mattered.

“It’s... complicated, Meliorn,” she told him quietly, licking her lips. She hated this, had hoped to avoid it. She was so tired of feeling like she was doing everything wrong, and the way Meliorn was looking at her wasn’t helping that feeling.

“My parents have returned to the Institute. They plan to marry Alec and I off,” she said, finally bringing her eyes up to meet Meliorn’s gaze. “Alec is being a fool and getting married tomorrow, I’m trying to stop that. I can handle being married to somebody I don’t love, but Alec... he can’t. He deserves somebody who loves him, needs it.” She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

“So, I’ll play the good daughter. I'll do what it takes to save my brother from this fate. And... I’m sorry you got hurt in the process, Meliorn. That’s never what I wanted.”

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remembcr:

‘ HOW are you holding up, Izzy? You know you’re one of the only women who can take a dagger in the back and still look very FABULOUS just hours after the incident.’ 

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“I’m holding up alright,” she said honestly, running a hand through her hair. “I’ve had worse. I’ve survived that, and I’ll survive this.”