#lyzzy

[transpandaart]

🎀Hiiiiiii everyone! Sorry for the lack of art lately, but here's a doodle! This is Lyzzy, our pokemon trainer OC (who's definitely not willingly possessed by a Rotom through her hearing aid implant) for our friend @rhapsodicsongbird's Pokemon Trainer tabletop game! - Ribbon

[i-exist-solely-for-fandom]

Apparently it’s wip Wednesday so have a snippet of my “Isabelle proposes to Lydia instead of Alec” fic i guess:

Alec is to be married to a high-status, Clave-worshipping Shadowhunter, they decide. This will demonstrate to the Clave that the Lightwoods are respectable, that they no longer associate with Valentine or others of the dishonorable sort, like those Downworlders.

Alec is to be married. Isabelle's heart thuds in her chest as her father explains her parents’ plan to regain the Clave’s trust. She thinks of the way Alec’s eyes light up when he talks about Magnus, of how he looks freer, happier than he ever has before when he’s with Magnus. It’ll all be taken away from him.

“To who?” she manages to choke out.

“We haven’t decided yet,” her father replies, which isn’t of any comfort.

Alec would agree to it, too, give up love if he had to, if it meant protecting his family. They are everything to him, and he’s never been like her, prone to rebelling and breaking the rules when they’re wrong.

Isabelle tries to imagine it. He would pretend that he wasn’t gay, pretend he loved whichever woman was chosen, force himself to mold to their family and the Clave’s expectations of a perfect Shadowhunter and a perfect husband. Maybe his wife would be kind, and maybe even if he didn’t love her he’d tolerate it because he’d feel committed to his family. But all Isabelle can think of is the light in his eyes dimming, day by day, until there’s nothing left of him but a hollow shell of expectations and sacrifice.

[i-exist-solely-for-fandom]

i don’t like you by grace vanderwaal is such a Lydia x Izzy song

[bytheangell]

Make an Impression

(500 word prompt: Purple) (Read on AO3)

Izzy doesn’t think twice about asking to train with Lydia. After that impressive arrow-catching move she’s determined to learn everything she can from Lydia, and not just when it comes to quick reflexes.

Lydia Branwell is the embodiment of everything Izzy’s family needs her to be right now - she commands attention whenever she walks in a room, when she speaks others listen, and she’s got the ‘serious professional’ thing down perfectly.

So Izzy watches and learns. She volunteers for the same assignments, stands close during debriefings, telling herself it’s just business. Just the means to an end… until it isn’t.

It doesn’t take long for Izzy’s initial admiration to turn into something softer the more she gets to know Lydia. Lydia isn’t just clever and severe, she’s also kind and genuine. The more time they spend together the more Lydia opens up about herself and her past, and Izzy realizes she’s more than just another ruthless Clave lackey.

Izzy isn’t sure when, but at some point her desire to impress Lydia shifts from wanting to make a good impression as a Lightwood to wanting to make a good impression as herself, as a potential friend, as… maybe more than that. Then she reminds herself that Lydia’s only here because Isabelle’s family’s reputation is in shambles, and gives up any hope of something more.

That doesn’t stop Izzy from flirting, of course. There’s no harm in a little flattery, even if it is one-sided.

They’re on patrol one early evening when the two of them pass by a shop with a small flower display outside. “One second,” Izzy says, doubling back for a minute before catching back up to Lydia with a single purple flower in hand.

“Here,” Izzy says, placing the flower behind Lydia’s right ear, the stem disappearing into the blonde hair Lydia always keeps tucked back when it isn’t pulled up. Izzy wonders briefly what those golden locks would look like falling loose over Lydia’s face, but resists the temptation to untuck them and find out.

“What’s this for?” Lydia asks, growing still at the unexpected touch, tone wary.

Izzy stands back and admires the flower before nodding once in silent confirmation with herself. “I thought purple would suit you,” Izzy says with a smile, and it’s all she gives by way of an explanation before turning to continue on their path as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened.

It isn’t until Lydia strides into the Ops Center the next day wearing a purple dress and suit jacket - to match a familiar flower now braided into her hair - that Izzy starts to think maybe she isn’t the only one trying to impress.

“Nice outfit,” Izzy says when Lydia approaches.

“I thought you might like it,” Lydia smirks.

“The outfit isn’t the only thing I like,” Izzy says, deciding to take a chance. “Maybe we can head out early before patrol tonight, grab dinner?”

Lydia’s smirk softens to an eager grin as she nods. “I’d love to.”

[bytheangell]

Under Me You Felt Just Fine

Flufftober Day 14: Indirect Kiss (Read on AO3)

Isabelle knows she’s testing their boundaries, but this little game between the two of them is too enticing to stop. Eyeing Lydia from across the room, from across the shoulder of the very fine, eligible young Nephilim bachelor her parents not-so-subtly sent her way, Isabelle laughs at a joke that isn’t funny and places her hand gently on the inside of his arm. She watches Lydia tense at the sight of the touch, unable to help the small frown that creases her beautiful features before she’s a mask of impassiveness again...

Isabelle excuses herself and makes her way over to the side of the room where Lydia walked off to, towards a table lined with drinks.

“If you don’t dance with me, Miss Branwell, my parents are going to send every unmarried Shadowhunter my way the rest of the night, and you’re going to have to suffer through watching me flirt with every last one of them,” Isabelle says, her voice low.

“And why would that bother me?” Lydia asks. Even as she says it her eyes drift down from Izzy’s eyes to her lips, then lower still before she remembers herself and snaps her gaze back up.

Isabelle knows Lydia is here alone and that she hasn’t dated since her almost-wedding with Alec. Isabelle also knows that a month ago the two of them had the best sex of Izzy’s entire life after what started as a passionate screaming match over Lydia voting against her in a Clave referendum dissolved into just passion. Lydia acts like it never happened, but Isabelle can’t let herself forget.

She’s been shamelessly flirting with Lydia ever since - in public, in private, through texts when she’s not in Idris and fire messages when she is. So far to no avail.

“You’re right,” Isabelle says. “Why would me doing something like this-” as she says the words, Izzy brings her hand up to rest gently on the exposed skin of Lydia’s forearm. “-to someone who isn’t you-” Izzy trails her fingers slowly, softly down toward Lydia’s wrist. “-bother you? Such a meaningless interaction.”

Color springs to Lydia’s pale cheeks, enough that one might assume she had blush on for the evening, though Isabelle knows she doesn’t. Lydia pulls her arm back and turns away abruptly to hide her face, busying herself with the table of drinks beside them. When she turns back a few moments later it’s with a glass of champagne in hand.

“Isabelle, you can’t keep doing this. We can’t…” Lydia sighs, taking a sip of the drink to stall, leaving a print of red lipstick behind.

Isabelle reaches out and takes the glass from her, turning it intentionally so that when she brings it up to her own lips it’s directly over the lipstick mark Lydia just made, pressing her lips against where Lydia’s touched only a moment before. Izzy lets her own lips linger, then licks along the edge of the glass, all the while never breaking eye contact with Lydia who swallows thickly as she watches.

“We can’t? Or you won’t?” Isabelle challenges. “Say the word and I walk away now and you never hear from me again.”

Lydia remains silent.

“That’s what I thought,” Isabelle says, handing the glass back with a devious grin. “Meet me in the courtyard in 5. I know a place.”

And with that, she vanishes from the crowded hall, eager to see what the rest of the night will bring. 

[half-bakedboy]

Tipsy Em prompts? DON'T MIND IF I DO. On the subject of being tipsy - Lydia is a lightweight and Isabelle is very amused. Do with this what you will. (P.S., you're amazing 💙)

Isabelle loved Lydia, that much she was sure of. She loved the way she followed the rules, barely willing to break them even in the most acceptable of circumstances; she loved the way that Lydia needed structure and held herself to the highest of standards, even though Isabelle was almost the polar opposite.

So when her phone rang and the Isabelle’s favorite photo of her girlfriend shined brightly on the screen at 2 in the morning, she didn’t really know what to make of it.

“Are you okay, my angel?” Isabelle asked, her voice laced with concern at the out of character call. Lydia’s laughter rang through the speaker and Isabelle let her shoulders relax just a little.

“I am...” Lydia trailed off, seemingly distracted by the cacophony of voices Isabelle could hear in the distance. Isabelle waited a few beats and sighed heavily into the phone.

“You are...” Isabelle prompted, earning another adorable giggle from the shadowhunter. As much as the sound brightened her on a usual day, she couldn’t say she wasn’t annoyed at the timing of her call.

“Did you know how cool your brother was? I almost married this guy!” Lydia shrieked, loud enough that Isabelle had to pull the phone from her ear. She found herself laughing anyway.

“You did. And now you’re dating his cooler sister, right?” Isabelle teased. Lydia gasped and when she spoke, it was like she held the microphone against her lips.

“You are way cooler than Alec-sander, here,” Lydia said in a mock whisper. She knew Alec had heard Lydia’s words by the noise of offense she was all too familiar with.

“And here I thought this Head of the Institute conference was a very serious and dull matter that you all were dreading,” Isabelle said as she laid back in her bed. It felt lonely without Lydia, but hearing her voice, and the joy that filled it, made it just a little more bearable.

“Magnus, the best High Warlock Alicante could have ever asked for,” Lydia yelled, earning cheers from her audience, “convinced his wonderful husband to treat us all to drinks.”

Isabelle smiled widely and cuddled closer to her pillow, wishing with everything in her that Lydia was back in her arms. “And just how many drinks did my lovely brother buy for you, beautiful?” She could practically see Lydia’s growing blush at the compliment and prided herself in her ability to pull the redness her girlfriend always tried to keep hidden.

“By the sound of your voice, my heart, I think you’re implying that it was at least one too many,” Lydia said, the pout evident in her tone. Isabelle shook her head fondly, even though Lydia couldn’t see it. 

“You sound like you’re having a wonderful time, Lydia.” Isabelle heard her girlfriend’s name being shouted among the multitude of voices and sighed softly. “Go, keep having fun,” Isabelle urged, holding her pillow tighter in her grasp. “I can’t wait to hear all about it tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” Lydia asked hesitantly. Isabelle’s smile grew at just how much love Lydia had for her, the fact echoing in her voice. 

“I am positive. Go buy a shot for my big brother, on us, okay?” Alec cheered as Lydia ordered the bartender to follow Isabelle’s wishes and her heart never felt fuller. “I love you, my angel.”

“And I love you, my heart. Three more days,” she said wistfully. Before Isabelle could respond, the dial tone chimed in her ears and she fell asleep with the sound of Lydia’s laughter, her happiness, ringing in her mind. 

[azurebones]

Reading smut for the first time

[half-bakedboy]

Lydia/Izzy arranged marriage

The soft chorus of violins started as Izzy floated down the aisle, a carefully crafted bouquet of white lilies and roses in her hands. It had been one of the only things Izzy was able to decide on for this wedding. She glanced around the room, unable to even put a fake smile on her face. The left side was filled with the smiling faces of Clave members and their parents and it was enough to have her looking away quickly. Her eyes wandered to the left side where her friends were watching her, sad and understanding smiles on their faces. She caught Alec’s eyes as he reached out his hand to help her up the few steps leading to the altar. 

“You don’t have to do this, Izzy,” Alec commented so only she could hear. She looked across the altar to see Jace nodding in agreement to what Alec was saying. Izzy rolled her eyes at her brothers and handed her bouquet to Alec. 

“Jace has Clary and you have Magnus. This is the only way that everyone in our family stays happy, Alec. I do have to do this,” Izzy reasoned as she heard the thump of the door once more. She peered up the aisle and was surprised when her breath caught in her throat. A soft ‘wow’ left her lips as Lydia appeared. Izzy had really only seen her in her overly professional suits that made Izzy immediately dislike her, so to see her in a dress was breathtaking enough. 

“Woah,” Alec whispered and she heard Jace whistle to himself. Izzy’s eyes wandered from her perfect updo, braided together with tiger lilies that matched Izzy’s bouquet, to the off white dress decorated with small diamonds that hugged every curve Izzy didn’t know Lydia had. As she walked closer, Izzy could see the flats she knew Lydia was trying to hide from her family underneath the long dress. Izzy gulped audibly and Alec leaned forward. “You gonna be okay, Izzy?” Izzy nodded and cleared her throat as Jace stepped down the altar to assist Lydia up the stairs. They faced each other for a moment, both of them taking in the woman before them before their eyes met. 

“Ready to do this?” Lydia whispered as she held one of her now empty hands out. Izzy nodded, not as reluctantly as she expected, and laced their fingers together. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Izzy commented as they turned toward the officiant. When the ceremony was almost over, Izzy felt her nervousness overtake her. Lydia seemed to notice as she squeezed Izzy’s hand in hers. They faced each other as the officiant asked them to share their first kiss as a married couple. Izzy stared down at where they were connected, Lydia’s thumbs brushing soft circles on the back of her hand. 

“One kiss won’t change anything, Izzy,” Lydia promised as she pulled Izzy closer to her. Izzy nodded and leaned the rest of the way. When their lips pressed together, Izzy knew that promise was broken. That kiss would change everything. 

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